AR-RAHMAAN

  COMING SOON ....... SEGERA HADIR

I met Aditya several times again at the same place we met the first time. Aku beberapa kali ketemu Aditya lagi di tempat yang sama kami bertemu pertama kali. I found out that Aditya had only been in Jakarta for 3 months, moving from Kalimantan. Ternyata Aditya baru 3 bulan di Jakarta, pindah dari Kalimantan. At the last meeting Aditya told a lot about his family.  This is Aditya's story he told me : Di pertemuan terakhir Aditya menceritakan banyak mengenai keluarganya.  Ini cerita Aditya yang dituturkannya kepadaku : Bunda Raisya is a tough lady.  In her hands, the legacy of Zulfikar, her late husband, which was originally only a small company, in less than 10 years, has become a multi international company. Bunda Raisya adalah sosok wanita yang tangguh. Ditangannya, warisan dari Zulfikar, almarhum suaminya, yang awalnya hanya berupa perusahaan kecil, dalam waktu kurang dari 10 tahun, sudah menggurita menjadi satu perusahaan yang berskala internasional. Unfortunately, at th

THAT LITTLE KID IS ACTUALLY MY LIFE TUTOR ... ANAK KECIL ITU ADALAH GURU KEHIDUPANKU... Indeed, I can't hold back my tears ... Sungguh, tak sanggup menahan air mata ini menetes ... After Friday prayer I was still sitting on the terrace of the mosque in one of the school complex. Sesudah jumatan aku masih duduk di teras mesjid di salah satu kompleks sekolah. The congregation of the mosque was deserted, each of them dispersed with their busy lives. Jamaah mesjid sudah sepi, bubar masing-masing dengan kesibukannya. An old woman offered her merchandise, traditional cakes. Seorang nenek tua menawarkan dagangannya, kue traditional.  One plastic bag costs five thousand rupiah. I wasn't really interested, but out of pity I bought one. Satu kantong plastik harganya lima ribu rupiah. Aku sebetulnya tidak berminat, tetapi karena kasihan aku beli satu kantong plastik. The old woman looked tired and sat on the terrace of the mosque not far from me.  I see there is still a lot of merchandise