STREET THUGS SON CONGLOMERATE

ORDEAL

"This is where I have lived since childhood!" mr. Bisri said Roman politely, his face bowed in shame. Unlike usual he was fierce and fierce when he became a criminal in Jakarta.

Roman stared at the entire room of the small house made of bamboo fences. His heart was sad to see the residence of a thug who used to live in luxury hotels, with enough facilities and poor across the world of crime. It turns out that life is only a matter of concern in remote places.😭

The night is getting late. Drowsiness began to crawl the eyes, Roman fell asleep with a mat from a palm leaf. Anyone would definitely not believe a Son of a sleeping conglomerate on a palm leaf mat.

Unlike Restu who just returned from America sleep soundly with a soft mattress covered with thick silk cloth from the middle east.

however, he slept well as someone who was used to it. Though the noise of mosquitoes and wild animals outside the house was earthy accompanying his dream which was shrouded in grief.

Now Roman is feeling how difficult life poor people who are in need. Sleeping with a roof ceiling decoration carved hollow bamboo fence wall nesting spider.

This is where we can judge people who believe and do not believe. The believer will accept what is because it is God's gift.

Unlike the unbeliever, it will be rebellious if Allah gives a test with life of deprivation.

There are some people argue as great as any faith someone when dealing with the name of love, then he will see two different directions of the road.

First love in the world. Love in the life of the world will consist of various branches, namely love for fellow human beings such as loving parents or family, love for friends, love for friends, love for a life partner and love for valuable things including love for the nature of life.

The second is love for the afterlife. If man believes there is life again after death, then this is where true love will be embedded that is pure love.

The one who loves the afterlife is the one who loves heaven. And people who long for heaven tend to be humble and not arrogant.

What about the love that Roman has, the answer is that there is a long story.

Love is like a painting of gold, diamonds and gems sprinkled with flickering diamonds to be beautiful and awesome but behind that awesome beauty tucked poison can't be deadly.

Therefore one must be careful with the sparkle of gold, diamonds and gems scattered with diamonds. Because it can't' that's what's drowning us.

As Roman experienced because of his abundant wealth he was drowned in his feelings by Vinda and Ghazan who hunted for his wealth.

With his departure, Roman does not know his mother is experiencing a soul shock. Even if Roman knew his mother was sick, Roman would not be far from her mother because Roman loved her mother so much.

In the cold of the night. The sound of melodious nature dwellers, accompanying the horizon of the eastern part of the archipelago.

Where a man was covered in a hut made of bamboo fences, seemed to wriggle in his sleep. Then jerked in shock to get his existence, but he also realized.

Outside there were voices of people talking and voices of people growling from drowsiness, but they were still talking without being understood by Roman because of his language. Roman got up and stepped slowly towards the door made of thin plywood wood.

"Eh, sir! I'm sorry sir! This is what my ministry is like" said Mr. Bisri embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm asleep!" lead Roman with a smile.

Mr. Bisri immediately stood up nyamperin Roman stepped a few steps in Saipul.

"Rom..., the mosque is quite far from here! We're leaving now in Saipul's car! It just so happens that Saipul is here!" said Mr. Bisri took Roman. Because Mr. Bisri knows Roman will definitely pray to pray as far as the mosque is located.

SERIATE.