SPIRIT AND DEATH

A GOOD START

In the morning, with a haggard face and sleepy eyes, I kept trying to get up. Today I promised Ms. Marisa to help her do something.

"Sarah," said Rian who was bringing porridge and milk to Feli. "It looks like you're going to the campus by yourself today, because Feli is not feeling well."

"Yes, ngak papa. Where's Feli?"

"In the room with Dad."

"Yes, let me see how things are going."

I went straight to Feli's room and saw how he was. It turned out that he was just in shock and feeling nauseous. At that time I told Rian to give the medicine that last night the midwife prescribed it to Feli and Rian agreed.

Feeling fine, I immediately asked permission to go to campus because I did not want to be late. Arriving in front of the house I immediately turned myself but at the same time I also heard a strong crying sound from one of my neighbor's houses.

"He was a victim of a pigeon last night" Wiro told me and I looked up at my neighbor's house.

It seemed that there was still a gathering of the closest relatives and I decided to come home from college. It was also supported by Wiro because he thought if I came to the house at this time, then I would suffer a lot.

The journey to college begins. It's a short day. Yes, it's Friday. "Usually people who die on Friday night or Friday leave it is good" I said while driving a car.

"Well, it's Kliwon Friday night and you know what the cause is? Sarah. So the term, he was forced to die," said Wiro.

"Heeemh ...."

"Certainly to?"

"Wiro, I'm worried that Feli will be taken to the hospital. Because the father was the most heartless when he saw his son suffer. Keep it near our house, there's also a new deceased, worried about Feli."

"Continue?"

"You'd better go home and accompany Feli if he's taken to the hospital!"

"You?"

"I'm doing nothing. Anyway, I just want to go to college."

"All right." And then Wiro disappeared.

I arrived at the college and it turned out that Ms. Marisa had already entered the classroom. Maybe I was late for about a few minutes because it appeared from an unopened material book.

"Sorry I'm late, ma'am. Feli and Rian were unable to enter today due to illness. This is a certificate from Dad," I said as I handed him a white envelope containing a letter from Dad.

"Well, next time don't be late again!" said Ms. Marisa with her distinctive assertive style.

"Yes, Mom. Sorry."

"Sarah, what are you doing?" mia asked worried about me.

"No, Mia. I'm just tired and sleepy."

"Well, the material of the day is about human psychology" Ms. Marisa said and we began to focus.

At 10:00 WIB. Ms. Marisa gave me the code to come to her immediately and it turned out that the campus had started to implement the program, "Banjir Mushala."

"According to your request. Sarah. And when you're not on campus, the employees clean up that old, long-lost musholla. We repaired and beautified the building. In addition, to provoke interest in congregational prayer, we also prepare lunch and special snacks on Fridays, as well as snacks and mineral water on the usual day," obviously Ms. Marisa is long.

"That's amazing, Mom. I'm sure, in this way, those cursed demon seeds won't have time to grow let alone develop."

"Yes, Sarah. You and your friends have opened the inner eyes of the owner of this campus. One more thing, you should know, the victim who was the grandson of the owner of this campus."

"Innalilahi wa Innailaihi roziun."

"Come, help me!"

"Good, Mom."

This is the first day, this is the beginning. Of course it was still quiet, but I invited my classmates to come help and present at the mushala which looked very elegant after it was repaired.

With a big smile, the classmates came to help with my work and Marisa's. Students began arranging food, drinks, snacks and fresh fruits on the table that had been shaded by a dark brown tent.

While friends of students, in addition to helping us, they also get ready to perform Friday congregational prayers. At this time, there are still very few people who gather, even though the Friday prayer time is very close and I am quite disappointed. But someone braced me and said, "Sarah, leave the others to me" Kenzi said, holding his chest.

I smiled as I saw Kenzi's spirit, although I didn't know what he was going to do and how he gathered the masses to perform Friday prayers.

Before long, Kang Slamet came and he smiled at me. He said that the person who will do the first thing here is himself and he did very well.

Azan's voice began to echo. His voice is very large, strong and clean to be able to reach the campus environment and also the people who pass by and the surrounding community.

As the voice of the azan, I saw people start to arrive with wide smiles and talk to each other. There are also people from outside who ask if it is permissible to pray in Mushala campus? And Mas Yuga says it can. Mas Yuga convinced everyone to enter and he began to open the gate and arrange the vehicle.

Furthermore, the Lecturers and the higher-ups of the campus also began to arrive. At that moment, it was Ms. Marisa who seemed to be smiling widely. Nodding her head, Ms. Marisa spoke kindly and directed everything at the main door.

Old Tam, I heard a noise from the right. It turned out that Kenzi had come with the others. There is also a face that I recognize, he was another student who had become a victim of the impact of this campus. They are very crowded, until this mushala is not able to accommodate all its visitors.

Upon seeing all this, suddenly my tears trickled and my lips trembled. Mia who noticed my expression, immediately walked over and gave her best hug to me.

"You did it, Sarah."

"No. We did it, Mia."

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