BLUE METAVERSE

AMAR'S PLAN

After Ashar, the five of them left for the city of Sukabumi using 2 Amar family cars. Actually Faiz wanted to drive his own car, but his father, mother and aunt insisted on prohibiting

worrying about the child's safety, the most logical reason is because he is not old enough and does not have a driving license. They finally left in 2 cars. Faiz, Amar and Azka's car was driven by Mr. Nandi. While Blue and Fathia accompanied by Sari who has been officially crowned as Blue body guard.

“Faiz can drive, Dad. There are rarely police here. If it is ticketed Faiz can pay using Faiz money himself kok.”

Blue sneered as he turned towards Fathia. Cih, the pride of the new sultan. Potatoes a lot of money, he thought could apply arbitrarily. Fathia replied to him with a spoiled smile and a slanted head.

"Sultan mah is free," whispered Fathia near Blue's ear while he heard a spoiled whimper.

“That rule was made with many expert considerations, Iz. Children your age are considered not to have the skills, knowledge, and abilities that are considered capable of driving four-wheeled vehicles. The ability of visual perception is still not enough to see the distance and orientation of space. In addition, the emotional control of adolescents is also not good because puberty must interfere with their emotional function. If you still insist on driving, it is better to follow my father back to Jakarta. Later if there is time father take you to the circuit and you can drive as you like in the circuit.” Satya spoke in a wise tone. All the parents agreed.

Faiz scowling. His feet were thrust to the earth. “Faiz doesn't want to be a racer, Dad. Faiz just wanted to feel the sensation of driving on a mountain road that was up and down and narrow. Faiz has been driving on the Sentul circuit. It feels B aja, it is not challenged at all.”

“Sabarlah, Iz. Wait 17 years old. If you already have a SIM you can drive yourself.” Mother supports father's opinion.

Faiz. Piqued.

While Faiza smiled triumphantly. The boy was happy to see his brother upset. He stuck out his tongue while hiding behind the body of the father he had embraced at the waistline.

Uh. Piqued. Why is it that no one wants to support him. Neither Amar and Azka could stand still. Blue and Fathia were suddenly busy fixing each other's veil with the style of a famous teenage hijaber. Why do you want to drive for a moment just have to wait to have a SIM. Other children are even allowed to bring a car from the age of 12 or 13 for styles on the highway. Why is Faiz only allowed to bring a car on the circuit? My father and mother have acknowledged their skills. SIM is a trivial affair. If the police say it is only to pay. Not expensive either.

Amar embraces Faiz's shoulder, “Not until 2 more years, Bro. Patience yes! If you already have a SIM we can both tour freely to celebrate,” entertain Amar with a calm smile. His hands were busy patting Faiz's back.

Smiling is contagious. Amar always has a way to make the emotions of those around him subside. I don't know. Innate nature. The aura from within his body was as calm as the water on the surface of a lake. Rarely rippling. It is the obvious that has the calming power. Miraculous. Faiz did not want to argue anymore after the boy embraced and rewarded him with a reconciling smile.

“You can bring 2 cars. One will be taken by Mr. Nandi and the other one will let Sari bring. You guys sit back and enjoy your journey. Aunty made a special reservation for you in the VVIP room with the top view." Lily gave a thumbs up letting go of the teenager's departure to the city closest to where she lives.

“Yey!” Blue and Fathia shouted cheerfully. Both of them immediately ran and entered the minibus car that was ready to drive Sari.

Faiz walked lazily to the SUV and sat next to Nandi, who was ready to sit behind the wheel. His face still looks dirty. Amar and Azka followed him with calm steps and happy looks. Although not far away, but the two brothers rarely had the opportunity to play in the city of Sukabumi. Everyday his life is only about pesantren, houses, gardens and farms. Occasionally join his brother to visit the homes or gardens of their agribusiness partners in villages that are quite remote. Not only in the Sukabumi area, sometimes to the area behind the Halimun mountain that has entered the area

lebak Banten Regency.

“Kak, later anterin me to shop A yes. I'm gonna go get a drone. Later brother please choose the best drone but the price is not very expensive.”

“Drone what?”

Faiz started to smile. His face is gone. Hearing words related to information technology makes him passionate. Though it is just a drone, especially if the so-called Amar other more sophisticated objects.

“Tumben you are interested in drones. What are you doing, Mar? Create a new system that oversees garden and farm workers?”

Amar smiling. It doesn't take me that far. Good idea too, agribusiness needs to also be managed in a modern way relying on information technology. Who knew there was a coffee bean or pepper thief who was not monitored by his brother. All this time his brother only relied on trust in the garden workers. Mana knows there are betrayals, especially in a large garden and located far from the reach of supervision.

“Not, Brother.”

“Keep to what?”

“Create dakwah videos.”

“Video dakwah?”

“Iya, I want to take a natural scenery video later filled with the sound of santri tilawah or dzikir. Brother remember Umair Hasballah right?”

“Santri whose voice is melodious and won the musabaqah tilawatil qur’an?”

“Iya. I want to record his voice combined with a video of the natural scenery and the text of the reading qur’annya. Later uploaded on youtube channel on behalf of pesantren. Mang Rony has been giving me that idea for a long time. But the work is too busy. I didn't get to look for a good picture. Though the nature of South Sukabumi is still beautiful and natural. Not many people know. So that our streets have benefits for the people, I thought of making a documentary video that can be used for proselytizing.”

The vow. That's a great idea. Amar can also think a bit forward. Faiz showed a little enthusiasm in the form of a goat smile that expands on his lips.

“We already have a prototype, Brother. Brother remember the video we took fun behind the house using the big brother drone?”

Faiz was getting excited. They have indeed documented the beauty of the scenery behind Amar's house with cameras and drones. Already helped edit the same Mang Rony. Good result. Some of his images have made Faiz the background on the multidimensional comics he made. It turned out that Amar had other thoughts. He used the video for the sake of preaching. Subhanallah. The child's brain is created to have different tendencies. If Faiz thinks of using the video for personal pleasure and potential, he thinks of proselytizing. Salutes.

“Video edited by Mang Rony has been uploaded on the VLOG channel owned by the pesantren. The amount of watching is quite a lot and can already be monetized as pesantren income. Not much, but in addition to preaching such videos can be one source of pesantren income without having to make a donation proposal."

“Wuih, cool.”

Azka also smiled proudly, even though she had no role in making the video. All this time the boy just follow where his brother went and move. Just like Amar's shadow. Who took pictures of Faiz and Amar. Mang Rony who edited and recorded the sound of Umair tilawah then combined it into a video of da'wah which is certainly dedicated to Muslim audiences who do not like to watch music that mostly contains images of models whose clothes are not in accordance with sharia islams. Natural scenery videos filled with natural sound music and tilawah qur’an like it has its own market share. Mang Rony is cool. But …. Where did it go and why did it have to go? That question mark was back in Faiz's brain. He had not had time to ask my father because of the debate was not good quality when the saying was. Obviously boarding schools might have trouble finding a replacement computer teacher as cool as Rony.

 

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