
The day began evening.The reddish orange sky slowly darkened. Amel's watch shows at half 6 p.m. Amel wants to go to Darsim. But he held it.
"Sorry bro is not the intention to hold back.but said the good ndak out at night when the magrib is like this.still out when sandekala alone ..make Amel pray magrib first...all my father and Ayu will also pray in the mosque again. Ma'am Amel all come with me..later mbak mbak accompanied by bus.on the big road there are many buses and metromini through there..by the way pbak pulan in which direction ?" ask Mr. Darsim to him.
"Hmm.I live menggekos sir.dikawasan Sawo Kecik.." replied Amel with a smile.
"Yes already.I changed my clothes first mbak.." said Mr. Darsim back. Ayu who followed his father from behind also prepared to take his face.
A few minutes later...
"Come, mbak we hurry now.let later in his mosque ndak hastily take his wudhunya.kawatir usually gini day full of people praying there.." said Mr. Darsim to him.
" Yes, sir.mari.." he answered accordingly. The three of them returned to the mosque. It is true that not long after arriving there, Azan magrib also reverberated. Amel and Ayu rushed towards the ablution.
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The magrib prayer has been completed. Indeed, the congregation that time was much more than during the afternoon. Maybe many travelers or people who want to go out and stop by to pray. In the women's room at this time there are some mothers and mothers who may be the same age as me also pray for congregational magrib prayers.
Mr. Darsim and Ayu accompanied me until I was a copaja passing through my boarding alley. I hurriedly farewell when I saw that my coffee would pass to Mr. Darsim and Ayu. Thank you for the kindness they offered me to his house. I went up and Kopaja drove me to my destination. In Kopaja not much is a kernet and the bus is talking about something interesting for me. Which Amel almost forgot.
"No ado.si Butar did not give any news.lewat front you turn right only.not take the risk.kosong can not passengers not be the night of the week people out added jammed there...lazy is you...You have to put a pair with the Butar." replied the bus kernet to the driver.
Amel who was feeling sleepy.Slowly remembered the incident this afternoon.
"Bang.emang through the usual road jammed why bang ?" amel asked to know. He just remembered the incident last afternoon he had not received a satisfactory answer for him.
"Oh.macetlah this afternoon like the police out all of the nest.ada who died there, neng.kidneng killed or committed suicide he said..." answer the kernet to Amel with a thick Batak accent.
"Oo...male or female, Bang ?" ask Amel.
"Female,Neng...Widow if I hear from the people on the road earlier.the widow of the flower.the rich man said.who has a restaurant Tiam.." answer the kernet.
" Whoa.sayang kali dowager kembang.harta many... Try my handsome face, Man.I don't miss a widow like that.you look for a woman like that hey Simanjutak...you can also help me no longer be the driver of this butut Kopaja.." said the driver chimed. Kernet laughed when he heard it.
"Sort of like I won the lottery, ch.." replied the kernet called Simanjuntak.
Hmm..riam Restaurant. Amel tried to remember the place the bus kernet said. Whereas since the end of college he costs in his place. The area here turned out to be vast as well. He just realized there are still many places that he has not explored around his boarding area. Amel speechless. Drowsiness. But he could stand. He was afraid of the stray kebablasan somewhere. Where is the night anyway. His eyes continued to look out until he reached the highway to his boarding alley.