A Paper on the bushes

A Paper on the bushes

By Rugyinsun

            The wind blew softly, touching my skin, feeling me to the previous time when I had been in Seranding hill. The sun was shining, laughing up to the world. The beautiful birds were singing and flying around over the trees. An old man I met there. He was looking for fire-wood.

            He smiled up to me. I saw some lines on his face. He asked me, “What are you doing here?”

            I smiled up to him. “Nothing, Grandpa. I’m just walking around enjoying the beautiful views.”

            “By the way, where are you from?”

            “I’m from Randu Cangkring.”

            “Ow. If you want, I asked you to my home, isn’t far from here.”

            “Mmmm… Ok.”

            I followed him to his house. It was a simple house. He stayed with his wife.

            “Please come in,” she smiled up to me.

            No other there, only both they. I sat on the chair was made by bamboo. Then we talked much about. She told me about their life. They didn’t have child, didn’t have field or garden. Their income was only from selling fire-wood which they take from Seranding Hill.

              Wondering if they are forbidden to take wood there again?

My Grandpa

My Grandpa

By Rugyinsun

            I remember along past ago, when I was child, in the kitchen of my house. I got a little cat in, were eating my chicken. I was angry with it. I wanted to bit it, but it ran fast searching a hole to get out. But it didn’t find it. I ran near it.

          &nbrp; “Doni!”

            I stopped as the voice. My grandpa came near me. I looked at him. He smiled up to me. “What are you doing?” he asked softly.

            “A cat ate my chicken.”

            He smiled again. “So?”

            “I’m gonna kill it!”

            He put his hand on my shoulder. “All beings need to live.” I sighed. “We still have much.” He laughed.

            He is a patient man. Sometimes I didn’t like him, but sometimes I proud of him. One day he told me about my grandma. He told when he met her in the first time. I laughed of it. Indeed, he never angry. He always smiles. But now he was died. I just realize that he is the best. I pride of her, I want be like him.

            I have graduated from college, have been bachelor. I have been a rich man, have a beautiful wife, have a big house, and have a luxurious car. I and she is a new couple. It’s not easy to run. It’s need patience. I felt I should learn how to be a wise man, how to be a patient man.

            My Grandpa? 

The Falling Rain

The Falling Rain

By Rugyinsun

He sat in his dining room. The rain was falling outside. It was evening; he should have gone to the mosque. He looked at in front, no friends there. Nobody walked. The sun was going to lose. Its shine was fading; going to be dark. He remembered yesterday his Moslem teacher asked him and his friends to memorize vocabulary of Arabic.

Her mother came near him. She sat beside him while smiling up to him. “You like dawed?”

He looked at her. He laughed, “Where?!”

“I’m going to make it.”

“Yaaah…”

“How do if you go to the mosque first? You’ll get it when you’re back. Ok?”

He kept silence as thinking something. “Ok.” He sighed.

Her mother took him an umbrella.

“Silla! Make me a fried rice!” shouted her husband.

She sighed. Her son stared at her.

My White Hamster

My White Hamster

By Rugyinsun

           

            It was walking funny. It lifted its front legs; stood on its back legs. It looked at me. I gave my hand to it. It smelled it. It ran away. I let it gone. It walked on the grass. I read my book. Then my phone rang. I hung on it. “Who is speaking?”

            “It’s me.” The voice of girl.

            “I don’t know you.”

            She laughed. I hung up the phone. I switch off it.

            “Oh, nut!” I got my white hamster were lost. I looked for it around the bushes. I didn’t find it.

            I looked around, was looking nothing. I remembered her, a girl who had just called me. May she was Ranne. She was my closed friend, but we were apart because of her character. When we were child, we used to play together–because we were neighbors. Now, I and she are students of college. I got a change on her.

            When we went home last two month, I got her angry with her little sister. Even she bit her. Whereas, she was a mature girl; she was going to be a mother. Even she didn’t protect his head again like other Moslem girls. Why? She didn’t like the culture in her village anymore. She didn’t like to stay in her village. She said that she was an educated girl; it’s not good to have relation with village people.

            I remembered when we were in the last meeting, she said, “I don’t like to stay in village. I dislike all in village.” I shook my head. “My mother, my mother, I don’t like all.”

            I stared at her; didn’t understand what she meant. “Ranne?”

            “I want get freedom! I don’t want other restrict me!”

            “Why Ranne?”

            “I am bored hearing my parents’ twaddle.”

            I shook my head. “Oh, girl. You’re a girl I pride of. Why?”

            I saw my white hamster was running around me. I caught it. It bit my finger. “Ow!” then I put it in its den.

An Old Woman in Front of the Mini Market

An Old Woman in Front of the Mini Market

By Rugyinsun

            The road was crowded. It was noon.  It was hot. The sun was shining brightly. I walked alone on the sidewalk. On my each step I thought about my future. I was a student of college. Over there, in front of the mini market, I saw a man was laughing. He talked with his friend. Beside them an old woman were sitting alone.

            I stopped my step. I watched it.

            That old woman lifted her hand. The man looked at her awhile, then they gone away, leaved her lifting hand. I stared at her. Then I walked across the road. I stood in front of her. He stared at me. The line at the skin of her face called my heart. Then a smile was drawn on her lips.

            ???

A Little Girl in a Rice Field

A Little Girl in a Rice Field

By Rugyinsun

A little girl was in a rice field, she laughed happily. Her mother with her, she took vegetable. It’s not for cook, but for sale. And the money they got was for buy rice. They eat rice, do not eat vegetable. The happy people, the people who have enough money, they eat rice with some vegetable. But that little girl, he just eats rice, his mother also.

            The day is very hot. They were still there. They took much vegetable.

            Along ago, when her husband was not dye; they were very happy, although their house was made by bamboo and wood. They used to thank to their God. All are they had are given by their God.

Her husband was farmer labor. Now, he was died. She is a single mother.

The little girl was running around her mother as laughing; she caught grasshopper. “Be careful, Lia!” her mother declared.

I remember yesterday in a food stall, a man beside me, he was complaining, “It’s not delicious food!” He threw away it. The other stared at him. Oh, my God?

Tidak Sulit

Ternyata mnghafal Al Quran itu tidak sulit. memang, bila dipikir, terasa sangat sulit. mungkin karena terlalu tebal halamannya. Namun,  bukankah Tuhan pernah berfirman, barang siapa mengamalkan suatu ilmu, maka Allah akan menambahnya dengan ilmu-ilmu yang lain. Nah, lakukan saja, setelah itu, insya Allah, ayat berikutnya akan lebih mudah dihafal.


Ada lagi, syukur itu menambah nikmat. Bila kamu sudah hafal, meskipun hanya satu ayat saja, syukuri itu, biar ditambah nikmatmu, tentunya kamu ingin nikmat mudah menghafal Al Quran.

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