Jakarta In Today

Deathsmith

The first step of the Soldier is to find a mosque to unwind and pray the Fajr prayer, where the clock from his cell phone has shown half five in the morning. The city streets looked deserted, there were only a few copajas and angkot that were still passing, or had just exited the cage to start operating, taking the start early to reach the deposit target.

Soldiers and Narmo glanced left and right, looking at the many things around them full of admiration, as they were clearly all different from the village of pakulaut. Where for a moment Narmo silently looked at the large television screen above the building with pictures of beauty products.

"What do you see, let's find a mosque."

"Wait a minute, Gua was confused since the grandiose ad, the soap opera show has not appeared."

"That's an ad special, so it's impossible for a soap opera to air there."

"Oh that's it."

Forcibly withdraw his best friend, because Narmo can gawk for hours to see the artist in the ad. Back walking on the edge of the river, the smell was very pungent from the pile of garbage that was jammed.

Soldiers know about Narmo who walks limp with the complicated look on his face, because he has to leave his mother alone in the village, or even think Namira has eaten or not. Despite his heavy heart, Narmo must still live a new life as a nomad.

"Ro, after this we want what work ." Ask Soldier.

"Don't know Coy's cave ." Narmo replied by changing the pronunciation of the words I, nyong, kula, beta, now a cave.

When the soldier heard Narmo's words, he seemed to want to laugh out loud... "You don't need to change languages, don't deserve to know."

"Silent Elu." Say again with a thick Tegal accent like saying foreign words with a little pause in the middle of the throat.

"What do you think is that by talking about you, cave, you, cave, you're already a city person."

"Don't get me wrong, this is called ber... Reforestation."

"While you want to grow crops where, there's only asphalt here."

"Not that, but so that we can familiarize ourselves with the environment."

"That's his name, silaturahmi."

"Oh yeah, the cave forgot."

"There are people who forget to the point of not being able to distinguish adaptation and reforestation."

After hundreds of meters of walking on the banks of the river, at last they found a large mosque of golden domes with all the bright yellow lights mutely adorning every corner.

Even if equated with the mosque in the village of Pakulaut, five times larger and wider. Soldiers or Narmo like to see an amazingly beautiful place from various buildings around the road. Narmo almost fell when he saw the tower towering tens of meters.

Shortly before entering, as usual they removed dull flip-flops in the sacred line, and were great instead of artificial, when footsteps entered a long pool as a barrier.

One with a white peci, a turban that coiled up to cover the neck and a long suit up to the knee, came with a mop stick spraying them both as they were.

"Loe thought he could just as casually go in with dirty clothes, scuff, dirty and dull the base of the village, this is the holy place you know ."

Soldiers could not refute the words of the ustadz sir, because it is true they are the new village people coming to Jakarta. But miraculously Mr. Ustadz can guess exactly. Soldiers themselves had thought that he was not an ordinary ustadz, at least had khatam Qur'an three times a day, and had a high level of knowledge of kebatinan. It really cannot be underestimated the aura of his authority.

"If you're just going to play water, next to there are times, you can swim there."

Hearing the words with a fast and firm Betawi dialect, it has been seen that the father of this sissy ustadz really does not like to see the behavior of those who are rural and do not know custom.

Play enters the house of God the Creator, without seeing their present appearance. Soldier was embarrassed, Narmo was embarrassed, because he had thought if he met the president must have used the best clothes. New clothes are stored like heirlooms, the price bandrol is still tied without wanting to be removed. Do not forget also he spray perfume expensive, non-alcoholic and efficacious. Though they meet the same humans, eating rice as well.

But now, they are in the house of the creator of the universe and its contents. Never mind using fast clothes, Soldiers only use shabby shirts, dirty pants, scented goats all over the body, and have not taken a bath anyway.

"What in your village does not teach cleanliness is part of faith. The writing exists. You smell like goats to be satay." Once again, Mr. Ustadz sprayed the truth and made Soldiers and Narmo submissive.

Soldiers did not flinch, not only was his inner being great, because they knew they were from the village and had brought goats. Pak ustadz's sense of smell was very sharp. Not play.

"Then we'll excuse us to change clothes first sir ." Soldiers politely said it.

Take Mr. Ustadz's hand and kiss him as a devotee to an older person. Although later kissed the former department hands from their hands then he rubbed it into clothes because of the uncomfortable smell.

Soldier was still thinking positively, he assumed, maybe because the new ustad finished mopping the floor of the magnificent mosque nan luxurious alone, and his hands a little dirty.

'Really noble his devotion.'

Namro who finished using his best clothes, namely a long-sleeved shirt with the words 'Young Masjid Al Muhajirin' and black pants belonging to his late father who used the kobul ijab with Mak Kijah.

While the Soldier with a shirt shirt plus the alma mater of public SMK school graduation 01 Tonjong, black pants are the same as the father, but not the time of the hijab with his mother, but a gift of a leisurely stroll carnival Augustusan.

Stepping firmly with great dignity because they will meet and talk directly with the creator through the morning prayer congregation together. The aroma is different from the small mosque of their village which is a little musty because the carpet of prostration is rarely in the sun, not fragrant room, what are the AC fans around it.

In the prostration there was an uncomfortable feeling for Soldiers, he did not smell the musty aroma like the carpet of his village mosque.

It was as if it had been taken to another world so beautiful, but the heart was a little hampered and made it a little disturbed. After the prayer he realized. I don't know how bad the mosque in his village was. I don't know what kind of roof that leaks if it rains. I don't know what carpet he uses when prostrating.

A feeling of security, a feeling of peace and a feeling of being happy while prostrating are irreplaceable. The small mosque is where Askar drew the knowledge of the majesty from the beginning to know alif, ba, ta, sya, to khatam al Quran. And to disturb his heart is longing.

It was strange for them, because only a few hours he did not smell the carpet mustache of Al Muhajirin mosque. It made him miss his hometown. Especially is not to hear the sound of shahdu when the long amin from Pak Ustad Tonali.

Perhaps the same feeling felt by his best friend Narmo, the tears are a sign of the longing of a place that gives happy things, namely the village of Pakulaut, a beloved place in a remote village deep in the middle of nowhere.