Your Love is Not as sincere as my mother's
Episode 9 of Go To West
The Go To West
The atmosphere at the Sofwatul Qolbi Islamic Education Foundation Complex (SMKIT Nurul Qolbi) began to be crowded with parents of students, the rows of chairs that had been prepared by the school were almost entirely filled neatly.
Today there is no sense in taking a report back held, this is the second time the parents of students take a report of the results of their children's learning for a year, not least the parents of zaki and dhani.
“ What's up sir Haji.?” Ask the city
just arrived and sat down next to old man dhani.
“ Thank you very well, bu siti how?” said h. Imron asked back
“ Alhamdulilah healthy, have long hajj sir ?”
“ No, just 10 minutes”
“ Bu is beautiful not to take rapot neh?”
“ Deployed aja again repot at bu”
The two engaged in an intentional conversation
no other talk about the development of their children in school. One by one
parents of students are called by each homeroom teacher to listen to their child's development. Some parents of students look lethargic to see their son's Raport fire (much red), and there are also parents who look cheerful because they see the results of their son's raort learning
diligently for this year.
“ Za, mama want to chat for a while neh” call siti while opening a rapot zaki in front of the class.
“ What is mah, seriously like.?”
“ You want this holiday in place om
bilal ?” said siti staring at zaki.
“ Om bilal ?!, Pesantren.?!” zaki
looks confused.
“ Yes, you will be there while belajaragama. Because the value of your religion is very anjok neh, it happens that om bilal also call me to tell me to come there but mama can't, how does zaki want?”
“ Waduh…. Pesantren yes .!!”
“ Yes, you can also add experience, add knowledge, add cement and many more new things that you will get there. Inget za said bang ali there is a secret behind the secret loh right,.?”
Zaki nodded small he did not
I want to disappoint my mom in anything. What the parents say is certain
there is wisdom hidden within.
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The next morning at noon.
“ Zaki leave yes mam, mama is fine
at home, take care of your health do not stop doain zaki there. Assalamualaikum.” zaki took his mother's hand asking permission before the road.
“ Waalaikum greetings.., you are also careful
there, greetings also to om bilal. Oiya later in
junction Cimanying carefully ojeknya ngeyel-ngeyel”
“ Yes ma, Insya Allah asked for his prayer aja yama.”
“ Definitely donk..” says
siti took off her only child to leave.
After the djuhur zaki prayer also departed with the route that has been shown by his mother, this trip in addition to challenging and encouraging Adrenaline article dhani who is expected to follow but instead can not because he must help his father harvest rice. Zaki departs with a stock of adventurous instincts handed down by his father.
In zaki's unrelenting journey
thinking keyla. Even though he had given the news, he was still sad
because I couldn't see Keyla before she left.
“ Maafin aa yes de.”
Zaki's daydreams were stunned to hear the sound
the conductor asked for the bus fare.
“ Oiya, neh bang”zaki thrusting a piece of money 20 thousands with the department of Terminal Pakupatan. Attack – Banten.
Zaki let out a long breath on the sidelines
waiting for Serang Baneten. He noticed the people around him who were diverse with their respective busyness and prophesy. Someone dressed neatly with his laptop bag impressed office people, really, there is also a busker who is busy like no one can stop it even though the obstacle stretches not a problem and does not become a burden on the mind, there were also traveling merchants who peddled his wares from one seat to another.
Little by little, Zaki begins to understand the meaning of life
in fact, that life is not easy to imagine and requires hard work because Live isn` a Movie.
“ Where to deck ?” Ask one
the grandfathers sitting next to him.
“ Want to Menes kek” answer zaki friendly.
“ I want kepesantren, grandpa go where?”
“ I want to Ciceri attack want to look
grandchildren. You santri ya ?”
“ Not cake, I was told vacation
dipesantren while adding knowledge to my mama” he said casually.
Their conversation began to find rhythm
which is aligned to look so familiar. after almost 2 hours of travel finally Zaki arrived at the Pakupatan Terminal. The terminal is always crowded with the hustle and bustle of the city of Serang people who are some of the residents seek sustenance in the terminal and its surroundings but unfortunately the management of these terminal facilities is less than optimal.
“ You'll be a junior man by yourself.!!”
said the grandfather patted Zaki's shoulder before finally lost in the crowd
the passengers who got off.
Zaki paused for a moment thinking
the words of the grandfather who seemed familiar no longer. Zaki looks tangent and some time closed his eyes to remember
then he realized the last page of his father's diary told “you junior man will be alone” but that makes Zaki confused the exact same speech as what was written in his father's book.
“ Labuan A...!!”
tegor is one of the bus conductors looking for passengers
“ Oiya mas...” zaki directly board a bus that aims to Labuan Menes according to the route spoken by his mother.
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As far as the eye can see the journey
Menes feels so peaceful, rows of large trees and a makeshift area become a sight that adorns the zaki trip. Pandeglang which is above an average height of 776 meters from sea level is slightly tilted to the east, and, coupled with the existence of Mount Karang which reached 1773 meters in height further adds to the beautiful scenery in the city with the Pandeglang Berkah photo.
The name Pandeglang itself is said to have originated from
the story of Ki Amuk the Dutch cannon who likes to tear apart the village. Once, to save the villagers, made earrings bracelet by an iron pande who came from kadu pandek village to transport Ki Amuk cannon to Banten Lama. After that people call it “ Pandeglang.”
“ Cimanying, Cimanying..., hayu get ready.!!” exclaim bus conductor loud.
“ Cimanying bang ?” Ask the already
get ready down.
“ Allows A..” (iya A.)
The bus slowed down and stopped
T-junction Cimanying, a mob of ojekers stormed the passengers who were descending
and langusung snatched the passengers' luggage without knowing where they were going. Said the men bersajek Cimanying Menessadis-sadis and the rumor proved before the eyes of zaki himself.
“ Where A..?” Ask the taxi driver
the smile of victory on his face after defeating the other contestants (same biker)
“ Pesantren, front Square Menes bang” reply zaki short.
“ Ready...!!” the ojek builder gave
before speeding.
No less than 10 minutes the taxi driver has
successfully deliver zaki to the destination
with his skill he meanders freely on the streets and passes through various types
vehicles in front of him ranging from trucks, angkot, pick-up cars, motorcycles, bicycles, rickshaws, ambulances also pass.
“ Hatur Noah Bang..” said zaki after pouring money 10,000s with a little nausea and dizziness.
Zaki stuck his ass in the little garden
The square while sipping its fresh
afternoon air of Menes. Menes Square has 4 corners that are deliberately made
the small garden at each corner looks so beautiful coupled with the quadrant[2] which is directly opposite the Square.
“ Welcome to Menes city.”
The sound was no longer foreign
greeting zaki in his solitude.
“ Om Bilal...!!” zaki sumringah
Finally there is also someone who zaki knows in this city.the excitement is clearly visible on the face of zaki who does not need to bother looking for his uncle. They were busy chatting-galor snide accompanied by some warm molen (fried banana mixed with butter), which he bought from traders around the sidewalk of the square menes up
dusk covered the afternoon sky.
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