Animal Sacrifice For Mother
22. My Classmate, my best friend
This is the sixth day since Rahman was officially accepted as one of the students of the Faculty of Teacher Training and Education (FKIP), the most favorite university in the provincial city. Indonesian Language Department.
Rahman is also one of many students who are accepted without having to pass a series of tests first. In addition, he is entitled to a scholarship because he is assessed to have an achievement based on the results of studying for three years at High School (SMA).
Friendly mentari becomes a decorator of the morning sky in the provincial city.
As usual, Rahman prefers to take a shower when most of her classmates are still asleep. Right, Rahman lives in a student dormitory. Each room is occupied by three students. And the dormitory only provides various bathrooms for all students of the dormitory. It's also outside. That's why, Rahman used to take a bath after the morning prayers congregated at the university mushalla. Only after the sun said greetings to all the inhabitants of the middle hemisphere, he left for campus.
The distance from the dormitory to the campus is not so far away. Rahman only needs to walk less than half a kilometer to get to the FKIP campus area which stands on land the size of a football field.
On campus, usually this early in the morning still looks lonely. Most often witnessed by Rahman was a middle-aged man and two young men were mopping the floor of the magnificent building. Rahman said hello occasionally. They smiled back at Rahman who always sat on the long bench right in front of his class.
As the sun rose, one by one the students arrived. Slowly, the FKIP campus began to be filled with students and students. The long chair where Rahman sat was now occupied by a fat student.
Unlike Rahman who fills his free time by reading, the fat young man looks fun playing his smartphone. It seems like he is listening to music. Because his ears are covered in large headphones in red and black.
Sheet by sheet read out. But on the leaf containing the story of Salman Al-Farizi's Islam, Rahman stopped reading. He felt he shouldn't sit idly by when someone was nearby. Are humans not created as social beings? After all, Islam teaches each of its adherents to keep the strings of Abraham. Rahman realized that. Closing his book.
Rahman tried to greet the fat young man beside him. The fat boy looked over. He removed his headphone. Then he answered the greeting of Rahman.
“My name is Muhammad Rahman. Just call Rahman.”
Rahman extended his hand with a smile. The fat young man welcomed Rahman's hand while saying his name. Then Doni Andrian. They finally met.
Not getting there. They also exchange stories until they find out that they are classmates. Before entering class, Doni had a chance to talk about the book Rahman was reading. Rahman explained everything he had read from the book. Starting from the story of Prophet Adam As and Satan While In Heaven, the story of Prophet Moses As and the Stone Who Escaped His Clothes, the story of Al-Adhba’ (the Messenger of Allah SAW), until the story of the Sun Arrested In order Not to Sink For Prophet Yusya’ As.
Hearing Rahman's explanation, Doni was amazed. Apparently, there are still young people who are not affected by modern times like today. Also fond of reading, especially reading that is read including sacred reading that not everyone is interested in reading it.
From that day on, the closeness of the two continued. And as the days change, they get closer to each other. In fact, every time Doni invites Rahman to visit his house, he always introduces Rahman to his family as a friend.
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