Take Riana

Chapter 7. Surau in the Middle of the Coffee Garden

After riding the motorbike, Mr. Samsul asked Riana while wearing her pp. "Where are you going ??" without looking at Riana.

"I want to go to my uncle's house!" his tone was cold like holding back anger and his voice was not as soft as earlier, maybe because Mr. Samsul refused to be held just now, I don't know Mr. Samsul began to feel something was wrong with this girl named Riana.

Motorpun continues to accelerate, passing through the dark jalana on the left right edge is a very lush bamboo tree, the atmosphere is getting tense while the sound of owls unpretentious to geckos, while the smell of carnation stings, the smell of the stinging, but Mr. Samsul just calm down while continuing to focus on riding a motorbike on the very dark road, his neck began to feel heavy and a little creepy, the heat also began to feel, he said, if according to some people it is a sign there are subtle creatures near us, but Mr. Samsul is not at all afraid of it, not that he does not believe in the existence of supernatural beings such as Satan and Jin, but because the human degree is higher than Satan or Jin.

There are two buildings in the middle of the coffee garden, there is a main house with bamboo floors woven from hardened soil, the other building is smaller, both walled woven bamboo but shaped house stage, like a surau, sound of chanting verses Qur'an from inside the surau, the sound of children teaching with merdunya, so peaceful and beautiful that it touched the heart of Mr. Samsul, a glimpse of Mr. Samsul saw in the manau there were about five girls and four boys, he said, if they are estimated to be around the age of 4-8 years, they teach fervently, accompanied by an ustads who lead them. Riana who just got into the house and went into one of the rooms in the house, while Mr. Samsul waits for Riana outside the house while sitting on a motorbike parked in front of the manau while enjoying the sound of the children teaching, hearing the verses of the Qur'an made Mr. Samsul fall asleep and shed tears, how happy it would be to have children memorized by the Qur'an.

Seriate....