Love as Beautiful Dusk In Pesantren Season 2

Valuable experience

With a lightning movement Arum completed his bath, clearing all the mud stuck on his body. Then wash the clothes that were used.

"Sister Hussein," called Arum with a face that returned bright, as bright as the morning sun. Arum came out of a place that looks like a bathroom with a fresh face there are a few drops of water still attached to his face.

For a moment Hussein was silent staring at Arum, admiring every inch of his face that looked so perfect.

"Sister Husein!!" call Arum to try to wake Husein from her daydream.

"Eh, M~maaf why was that?" ask Hussein.

"I'm done, wouldn't we be better off joining the others?" asked Arum a little doubtful.

"Oh yeah, come on!" Husein walked first gesturing for Arum to follow him from behind. Arum eagerly followed Husein's steps, walking closer to the Mothers who had planted rice with Arum.

"Here son, we're eating together!" bring one of the mothers of rice growers.

Arum saw all the parcels are still neatly arranged in front of each worker, as well as the parcel belonging to Mr. Marto.

"How come you haven't eaten?" ask Arum.

"We deliberately wait for you to finish cleaning yourself, let me foam eat together, if eating alone the pleasure can be reduced." Ma'am Hana smiled gently towards Arum and Husein.

Husein took a pack of food placed on a plate wrapped in banana leaves.

"It's a banana leaf isn't it?" guess Arum turned his head towards Husein.

"Yes, food if it is wrapped in banana leaves like this will taste much more delicious. Especially at eating together his pleasure many times." Hussein replied with complete confidence.

Arum only the mangosteen listened to the answer that Husein gave.

"Sister Hussein" said Arum.

"Yes," replied Husein briefly, stopping for a moment his hand that was taking rice and fish.

"Where spoon?" arum asked, since Arum was confused to look at everyone who was eating. They eat by hand without a spoon while Arum who lives abroad is used to eating with a spoon. Arum was so confused because he did not know how to eat with his hands.

"If you eat in the middle of a gini rice field, taste good with Arum's hands. So Ma'am Hana never brought a spoon if sending food to the rice field." Husein.

"So I have to eat with my hands?" asked Arum hesitating.

"Yes," Husein again gave a short answer to Arum, making Arum have to ask again.

"How's it?" ask Arum.

"You watch how I eat! after that try to practice." Husein did not give a theory but immediately showed how, according to Husein telling how to through action is easier than having to explain through theory.

Arum notices the way Husein eats and starts to follow him even though it feels difficult and messy at first but Arum keeps trying and finally Arum can eat by hand and start enjoying it.

"Emm it also tastes better when you eat with your hands." Arum Gumam.

Today is a day that gives a lot of new experiences for Arum, enjoying the beauty of the rice fields in the countryside, helping to plant rice and eat together by hand is the most valuable experience for Arum.

"Thank you for the precious experience you gave today" Arum smiled sweetly at Husein.

"Yes, you're welcome." Husein returned Arum's smile.

"I'll go back, brother." Pamit Arum left Husein, and Husein only smiled as he nodded in response to Arum's remark.

With a feisty step Arum sauntered away leaving Husein for the room, getting ready to go to Hasan's office and study together there.

"Assalamualaikum," said Arum into the house of Umik after preparing everything.

"Waalaikum salam" said Hana.

"Mbak Hana, is Umik around?" ask Arum.

"So come on in!" Hana opened the door of the house to let Arum in.

"Thank you for being told by Ma'am." Arum said, Hana just smiled in response to Arum's words.

Arum walked towards the family room, seen Umik was teaching with his solemnness.

"Assalamualaikum, Umik" said Arum.

"Waalaikum salam," replied Umik stopped his activities to turn to Arum.

"Sit, Son!" tehit Umik.

"Umik, Arum wants to learn with Mas Hasan in accordance with the agreed schedule" said Arum.

"Sir Marto is ready in the yard, Arum just stay there. Mr. Marto will deliver." Umik.

"Well Umik, Arum said goodbye. Assalamualaikum," Pamit Arum kissed the back of Umik's hand.

"Waalaikum greetings, be careful son." Umik Message.

"Yes, Umik," replied Arum waltzing out of the house to approach Mr. Marto who was heating the car.

"Sir Marto," call Arum.

"Neng Arum, please come in!" Mr. Marto opened the door for Arum.

"Sir Marto don't call Neng Arum." Arum protest that was uncomfortable with the call given by Mr. Marto.

"If you call Neng do not want what if you call Mbak Arum only?" Mr. Marto who was reluctant to call Arum's name added the word Mbak in front of him.

"If that's okay, sir, just don't Neng!" Arum.

Mr. Marto drove his car at medium speed to Hasan's office which was located quite far away.

Arum enjoys a view that looks so beautiful, the rice fields are stretched and occasionally seen a mountain plastered beside the road.

From a distance there is a factory that is so vast with one of the tallest buildings in it. Mr. Marto slowed down his car and turned towards the factory that Arum saw.

"Sir, is this the factory?" ask Arum.

"Yes, Madam Arum, this is a factory run by Mas Hasan." Mr. Marto replied parking the car right in front of the entrance in the tallest building in the factory.

"Sir Marto" called Arum who didn't get out of the car.

"Why Mother?" asked Mr. Marto looking back.

"Sir, I'm afraid. Can Mr Marto accompany me?" pinta Arum's.

"Okay Ma'am," Mr. Marto got off the car at Arum's tail which also came down and walked a little quickly closer towards Mr. Marto standing up.

"Sir Hilman" called Mr. Marto to a security guard standing at the door.

"Yes, Mr. Marto, what's wrong?" The security guard named Tage Hilman walked closer to Mr. Marto.

"please park this car" Mr. Marto parked the car and took the car keys out of Mr. Marto's hands.

"Let's Ma'am," asked Mr. Marto.

Arum nodded with an expanding smile on his lips, walking in the footsteps of Mr. Marto.

"Excuse me Mbak Sisi" said Mr. Marto at the receptionist who was on duty.

"Yes, Mr. Marto" said the repressionist.

Many employees already know Mr. Marto because before Hasan decided to bring his own car Mr. Martolah who became the driver.