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The white Alphard car drove back to divide the city streets after stopping at two places, namely restaurants and mosques. After filling their stomachs, the five of them chose to perform Zuhr prayer and rest for a while in the big mosque of Baiturrahim located in the middle of the city.

Now the hour hand has shown two o'clock over thirty minutes. They deliberately spend time today with a vacation to a tourist spot, because tomorrow is the day Keyla returns to Japan. Likewise with both parents, it's just that their flight hours are different. Keyla will leave at one in the afternoon, while Kanaya and Asraf will leave at seven in the evening.

"That's a hero statue huh?"

Keyla asked as they passed through a large field that had been designed to be like a garden and in the middle of the front there was a large statue of a man whose right hand was raised pointing to the right, his left hand holds a weapon. In front of the statue, there are two vehicles belonging to the TNI AD to beautify and add to the historical value of the Monument area.

"Yes Key. The statue monument of Pak Nani Wartabone. Gorontalo's hero." explains Wirma.

"Oh so well Makci, cool well," he threw his gaze all over the field.

Robbi deliberately slowed the car down.

"A lot of. If it's late in the afternoon, how many visitors?" ask Kanaya.

"Yes Ka. From afternoon until evening the field is crowded. Tonight there will be rides to play for children and also many food stalls."

Kanaya nodded her head at Wirma's explanation.

"You wanna stop by Key?" ask Robbi. He glanced at the girl through the middle spy in the car.

The girl shook her head, "Gak deh Pakci, the cake is not too exciting yet. How do we stop by when we go home? right said Makci if the night had excited many visitors, all dinner there anyway?"

"Okay, so can Key" replied Robbi who was approved by Kanaya, Wirma and Asraf.

The car drove back through the military dormitory and the city police and police, as well as the Christian living environment in this city. There are many old churches and special schools of Christians in the neighborhood. Such a land has indeed been provided specifically for Christians.

The car continued to drive past the oldest fish auction in Gorontalo and began to split the uphill road. This road is in the mountains. To arrive at the place of religious tourism they are like being greeted by the beauty of the blue sea. Very beautiful and pampering pairs of eyes that enjoy the painting of God.

Keyla reached into her bag and pulled out her phone which she had previously kept.

The girl re-opened her Instagram and took a short video on the insta story feature in the app.

A little bit about his vacation in the city.

An hour drive by passing the road uphill and downhill, they finally reached the village of Bongo, the village where the religious tourist attractions Bubohu was located.

Because of the narrow road conditions, Robbi parked his car on an empty land next to the house of the residents.

As the five of them got out of the car, many pairs of eyes from the people watching them.

Especially Keyla. The beautiful paras of the girl made the guys in the complex steal a look at her.

He walked behind Kanaya and Wirma, while Wirma and Kanaya walked behind Robbi and Asraf.

To get into the tourist attractions, they need to walk along one meter because of road access that does not allow for cars to pass.

"Oh that, his name is Tolangga. The village is famous for the Walima festival every year. And Tolangga is a place to hang traditional Gorontalo cakes that will be paraded or taken to the nearest mosques."

Keyla listened to Robbi's explanation that answered questions from Asraf, while observing the three-dimensional decoration on each fence post in this village. According to him, this decoration looks unique, making his curiosity about the culture in this city even greater.

"Walima that means like the marriage assembly yah Pakci? Walimatul Urs?" ask Keyla.

"Not Key," Robbi glanced at him with a smile.

"For the people of Gorontalo, Walima is a blessing and expression of gratitude for the presence of Prophet Muhammad to the world so that the citizens will voluntarily make walima cake. Cakes consisting of traditional cakes typical of Gorontalo and other staples. For example, kolombengi, wapili, tutulu, boiled chicken eggs, roasted chicken, rice and many more. Then paraded to the mosque, then the residents do prayers together. After being prayed, then paraded around the city and then distributed to residents. This walima cake division, became the most exciting event and awaited by the people in this city."

"Well as this was photographed" the man pointed to one of the photos on a billboard hanging on the wall of the house.

The tourist attractions are in the back of the houses of the residents, therefore to get inside need to pass through the hallway flanked by two houses, so to get inside, on each wall there is a billboard with photos of the festival documentation that has passed.

Keyla, Kanaya and Asraf saw some of the photos on the billboard, then followed back Robbi and Wirma.

Arriving at the entrance of a tourist place like a park, they only need to give the seikhlasnya infaq to the large box that has been provided.

Once they finished laying the infaq, the five of them entered the park area.

Once stepped into the park area, they have been welcomed by the many black and white pigeons released by the manager of tourist attractions.

There were several other visitors who were busy taking pictures and busy feeding pigeons.

There was a large pond in the middle of the garden.

This park is wrapped with many trees and shady green plants. So that it adds to the interest of visitors to linger spending time in this place.

Ashar Mosque, the five of them decided to perform prayers first before enjoying the beauty of this tourist spot. In the corner of the park, there is a mushola whose door is made of translucent glass. They prayed in the mosque, and Asraf became its priest.

After completing the Ashar prayer, Keyla separated from Kanaya and Wirma who are now busy taking pictures. The girl prefers to follow her father and Robbi because she thinks by being with the two men she can get an explanation of what she wants to know.

"Bubohu tourist attractions always attract visitors because they have various sources related to the history of Gorontalo," said Robbi who was listened to by Asraf and Keyla.

"Like this her name is wombohe," she pointed to the small cottages made of wood.

"Wombohe is the name for the word Pondok in Gorontalo language. Well, here the cottage is used as a resting place for visitors."

Robbi continued her steps. Keyla and Asraf followed him from the side.

"In addition, Bubohu tourist attractions also have a museum of wooden fossils that are millions of years old. There are also photos of the companions of the Prophet Muhammad, as well as some Gorontalo scholars who can add to the knowledge of Islam."

"Well here too, the visitors can also see the pedigree of the kings in Gorontalo. Like the one on this wall," the man showed the pictures stuck to the wall.

Keyla smiled when she found Wirma laughing freely while feeding the group of black pigeons with Kanaya.

Oh God, make Makci always smile like that. Keyla.

They decided to take photos together several times, and left the tourist spot because the sun began to crawl back to his hiding place.

The four old men reprimanded each other with the local people they passed when they came out of the tourist spot. While Keyla who walked behind and took portraits of the parents with his cellphone camera.

The girl posted the photo she had just captured on her Instagram account.

My parents, your parents.

Your parents, my parents.

You are forever my sister.

Keyla wrote as a caption in the photo.

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At exactly nine o'clock in the evening, the white Alphard car entered the gate of the Saputra family home.

With a smile full of satisfaction, the five people in the car came out and entered the main door of the magnificent house.

"Capek Key?" ask Robbi.

The five people still took the time to rest on the living room sofa.

Keyla leaned her body on the soft sofa.

He scowled. "Slightly," he revealed a row of his white teeth.

"But Keyla is happy, because he can learn even a little bit about this city" he continued.

"Yes Key. Knowledge is only a little but very important, Wirma said.

Keyla nodded her head in agreement to Wirma's words.

"Tomorrow to leave at one o'clock, right?" ask Wirma to Keyla.

"Yes Macci."

"Key wants to eat Gorontalo? I'll make it later."

With the spirit of the girl shook her head while saying she wanted to up to three times.

The four old men laughed at his child-like behavior.

"Keyla get into the room first. Dah drowsiness," said the girl and passed towards the top floor after getting a response from the four of them.

The girl went into the bathroom and started cleaning herself. It didn't take long, the girl came out and walked towards Nayla's wardrobe. He decided to wear his best friend's pajamas instead of his pajamas that he brought from Japan.

After putting on his clothes, he walked to the bed and threw himself on the soft mattress. Activities outside all day even though not heavy activities still make his body feel sore.

The girl began to get carried away by her drowsiness but was forced to get up to pick up her phone that was in the bag.

The phone beeps up to several times indicating a notification coming in from the new application two days ago he installed.

He opened the application called ToonFriend and pressed the existing add friend feature. A friend request came in for him.

Both beads of his eyes immediately sparkled when he found the person who sent a friend request for him was from Korea.

He eagerly accepted the request and without hesitation saw the profile picture of his new friend.

"Waahh, crazy, crazy, crazy. Bangeeeett's bull," his screech with anxiety. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the smooth white face of the man in the photo.

"Is he a soldier?" muttered.

"Eh, but right, the Korean Oppa-oppa is indeed conscripted, it's possible that this is a photo fitting he's a yak family," thought the girl.

The notification of the incoming message rang again as Keyla was covering herself with a blanket.

With passion the girl looked at her phone. A message came in from the chat app.

Keyla smiled widely and immediately replied to the message sent by the person she had just received the friend request.

While yawning a few times, he played his fingers on the flat screen of the square object.

Until finally, the girl was no longer able to endure her drowsiness anymore. The message sent by the person across there was no longer able to reply but was read.

Keyla had truly been in her dreamland, yet her phone remained within her grasp.

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