MALAIKAT BERSORBAN ((Sesi 1))
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 merchandis...
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