Chocolate From the Sky

By : Kimoran

My father had been active since high school preaching. He attended high school in a favorite in South Jakarta. Although still a student, my father had become Murabbi (read: teacher to teach) for my friends and younger class.

There is an interesting story that my father had experienced in 1989. While sitting in third grade my father and activist propaganda in the school holidays new year filled with lightning conducting boarding school for younger kids class. The event was held at a villa in Puncak. Besides being my father committee also one of the conveyor material.

The event was held for three days. After the show was over, one of my father's seniors who have studied at a state university located in southern Jakarta, took my father to the survey where faculty to Tafakkur Cibodas Nature, the foothills of Mount Gede.

With the understanding that the survey work also is part of the missionary work which has a high reward value in the eyes of God Almighty., My father agreed. So, my father left for the older class. Wanting to share the goodness, my father also took a friend in high school contemporaries.

In Islam, if in the course of more than one person should be appointed one of the amir Safar (trip leader). With older reasons, all agreed to lift my father's brother's class that students become Amir Safar.

Safar Amir and his friend invited him to collect money they have to finance the trip. So terkumpullah some money from their pockets. It was just enough to pay angkot to Pertigaan Cibodas, breakfast porridge for three, and the bus fare back to Jakarta. There is no fee to ride motorcycles or angkot to and returning from the natural tourist sites to the main road in the Cianjur-Peak Junction Cibodas, let alone to buy lunch.

In consideration there is no time to survey at a later time while the show was mepet date, and location of lightning boarding school not too far from Cibodas, three of them encouraging to keep doing the survey. They remember the verse from the Koran which reads intanshurullaha yanshurkum, if you help Allah, Allah will help you.

All three of them planned in the morning after a quick boarding school after going up to the Pertigaan angkot Cibodas. There they had breakfast porridge. Recall them at a junction Cibodas anyone selling porridge. After that they'll walk to the location of the natural park Cibodas.

Unfortunately, she reached the pulp builders Cibodas Pertigaan they imagined was not selling. Finally, on an empty stomach and keep the chill morning air, they move the legs toward the natural park Cibodas. Pretty much and a little hiking trip.

Water drip from the sky. Small drizzle. Gust of wind cold mountain adding grains of water that hit the three bodies natural reflection survey team who have not had breakfast that morning. Arriving in the area of natural park Cibodas parking lot next to a small market where locals sell souvenirs. Results earth citizens are also sold at the top there. There was corn, avocado, carrots, salak, and vegetables.

Drizzle and cold air which makes the stomach before breakfast to be filled. Because of their limited money, my father and his two friends agreed to buy salak. Be the first they had breakfast with each got a few grains of salak fruits.

After breakfast it was unusual, they plan to take the natural reflective base camp in the campsite area in natural tourism area Cibodas then there will be a trip to the foothills of Mount Gede towards the Blue Lake and ends at Cibeureum Waterfall.

It's just that this impromptu survey team had a problem. They do not have the money to buy a ticket into the area of nature tourism Cibodas. They thought how could to the foot of Mount Gede without having to go through the gate. Finally they agreed to take the path around the fence gate Cibodas natural park to the edge of the village and the forest breaking. Their way through the bush, following the former stream, climbed the cliffs, looking for the usual path to rock climbers track toward Mount Gede.

With difficulty and clothes soaked soil mix (understand, they do not pake jacket. Kan was desperate journey without any preparation), they finally reached the path that the track climbing to Mount Gede. It was late Dhuhr. They agreed to continue the journey and arrived at the target waterfall Cibeureum before Asr.

While saying Allahu Akbar dhikr in every step of their climb, my father and two colleagues hoped to get extra power. Understandably, their energy only from the burning of a few grains still barking. Ashar they arrived at the waterfall Cibeureum. There, they rushed to his ablutions and prayers Dhuhr and dijamak qashar ashar dita'khir time.

After that they were resting. Apparently the day not many people there. There are only three of them and the youth group of three men and two women. Their faces clearly showed that they are ethnic Chinese. The five men enjoyed the waterfall scenery chewing on a chocolate wafer. My father said to her friends, "Emang cold delicious way to eat chocolate. Brown a lot of calories. "The two friends could only smile. Understandably, they also have belly hummed rhythmically keroncong behavior hungry. Still have not eaten lunch.

Soon the Chinese ethnic group that went to fall back to Cibodas. My father and his two friends were still survive in the waterfall Cibeureum few moments to gather strength.

When the sky becomes more dim, the mist began to fall, the cold piercing their bodies without a jacket, my father and his two friends decided to go down. Home.

They again susuri gravel road track to the gate Cibodas. Not long ago they moved, my father suddenly saw three chocolate bars lay on the stone. Whose? They recall no more people than they were after the group of young ethnic Chinese. Is chocolate cashews dusted it belongs to those who fell? Recall my father, the group ate chocolate wafers instead of chocolate cashews berkacang. Is this chocolate from the sky? Recall my father, he does not pray to God asking for chocolate. He was only a joke to her friends who are starving Subhanallah!

My father and his two friends assume good faith to God. This must be sent by God to brown them. They also ate chocolate in the hope of getting the energy to fight the cold and effort on the road down to the Pertigaan Cibodas.

Subhan Allah, Subhan Allah, Subhan Allah! Dhikr Lafadz spoken by my father and his two friends in each of their feet on the path to decline. This time saying Subhan Allah really have a meaning. Glory to God. God really exists! He helps those who struggle to help his religion. Is not the purpose survey my father and two of his friends in order to prepare the mission?

Long story short they got to Pertigaan Cibodas. The sky was dark. Maghrib had passed. Rain. In light into their dark, waiting for a bus from the direction that led to the Peak Cianjur to bring them back to Jakarta. But, the day new year holiday. Inter-city bus no passing. All inter-city bus from the downtown Jakarta to be diverted from Cianjur-Sukabumi Toll Ciawi Jagorawi directly. So, it was impossible my father and his two friends got a bus.

They were down the road toward toward the summit, once again held up his hand to the private car to ask berplat B ride to downtown Jakarta. Unfortunately, no cars would stop. In a place where they stay. At that time my dad broke the silence of his friends are busy expel cold from the body-rub them with rubbing his hands and face. My father joked, "You bet yes if the conditions are like this we suddenly there was a father admonished us, 'Brother, going?" We said,' Go to Jakarta, sir. "Dad said, 'No buses, little brother. Already, Nginep the villa you have. Tomorrow a new home to jakartanya. ' "

Subhanallah! Not long ago my father joked, suddenly appeared a young man, several years older than the three of them. The young man asked, "Where are you going?" My father replied, "Go home to Jakarta." The young man said, "There is no bus. You better just stay in the villa my brother. Tomorrow morning the new home to Jakarta. "

Glory to God! He was so close to his servants, who struggled in his path, though the struggle was only surveyed for an event reflective of nature. My father and his two friends that night to spend the night in the villa. They got a copy clothes, food nights, and warm blankets. Subhanallah, Glory to God! Aid that they can not from the hands of Muslims, but by a young Christian. That God's help, can come from the direction of the unexpected. Subhan Allah, Subhan Allah, Subhan Allah! (haidar)

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