On a Small Island With the CEO's Daughter
Episode 3: Biwian Island

Nyiur. The rustling sound of leaves being blown by the breeze presents an original feel of natural beauty. The purity of an island untouched by factory fumes and metropolitan wheels was plastered in plain sight.

Angga and the rest of the team had just stopped by a small hotel to check in and store their supplies before being seen busy in the hall of a sub-district office for medical counseling.

"Later Dik Angga and students majoring in public health please help his team Bu Septa at the counseling table. While the Dik Naya team with the official public relations team will sit across there," Frans's doctor's instruction.

"Siapp." they answered in unison.

Appearing as a spokesperson was doctor Frans. Behind Frans doctor lined several consultation tables occupied by 6 people from the Office. Angga and colleagues from the public health department were also divided one by one accompanying each table. Across the table where Angga served, lined up several other tables as a center for information and interviews. Naya and her fellow majors sit there to capture information and complaints from the public.

"Bro.the people here are very friendly and kind. Nih see, I am given a bahar root bracelet with my father sitting there," Fikri told Angga proudly.

"But any big bracelet will not affect the antidote to vomiting bro wkwkwk," joked Beno who sat down one table after Angga. Ms. Septa who was sitting at a table with Beno so joined in smiling to see their jokes.

"Lah you don't know, see the precious stone of compassion.." Angga showed a ring in his grasp.

"Wihh cool. Which father do you have, bro??" Beno dyed as if looking for someone, hoping he could also be as lucky as Angga and Fikri.

"About. I brought it from the house hehe.." Angga's reply with a sinless face.

"Anjirr. Don't asik you!" Beno sewot's. Bi Septa was getting reeling from seeing their cuteness.

Time continued to run, did not feel the end of their counseling event that day. Tired faces were drawn from everyone. Sea travel coupled extension activities quite seized their energy that day.

In the evening, students fill the night with a walk around the hotel. Angga, Beno, and Fikri choose a warkop to coffee and relax. While Naya, Rena, Sisi prefers to look for culinary to spoil the tongue.

"Bro, if I see that. Si Naya several times stole a glance at you. I think he's interested" said Beno opened a chat.

"Haha.yang is really you. I'm a rich kid like Naya. Prestigious dong him if I become his man," replied Angga minder.

"Yes, don't be sob. His name is a soul mate who knows. It could be for example you become the match of Mak Painem the campus canteen keeper, his widow Babe Karyo," Fikri joined nimbrung.

"Compense you. Amit-amit.don't be a soul mate who is like so dong. Ah you're a real prayer nape!" Angga fear. Instead Fikri and Beno chuckled.

"Eat him. No one knows. So you don't need to be afraid, especially inferior. Who knows even Naya is my soul mate bro.hahaha," again Fikri advised as well as tempting.

"Well, don't dong, you are the same as others.haisst, let go of the talk," Angga who is used to being calm and firm, this time looks wrong when talking about love.

"Ciee.ada is not willing to tell the story, wkwkwk." Beno chuckled, and so did Fikri.

Not far from the warkop where Angga is located, Naya looks with Rena and Sisi enjoying meatballs.

"Nay, you're that's yeah. You are the campus goddess. Guys on campus who like you have not counted again. From OB to lecturers, from first-rate students to the final level, there is all the crazy. No one wants to be your guy?" lips monjong The side of the meatball pungency look nyerocos non-stop.

"Yes nothing is suitable yet, Sis.." replied Naya calmly.

"So many don't fit?, which is really you!" Rena was intrigued by Naya's answer.

"Dad is not there." continued Naya while smiling to see her two friends who were gasping for the effects of shock and piquancy.

"Try me again, Nay.." go after Sisi.

"Si Niko's son Mr dean?"

"Or Marsel who owns a BMW.."

"That's it, Arcy, who looks like a drakor hehe star,"

"Or the Bambang chief of BEM,"

"Anton, businessman, bright future."

Both Rena and Sisi offer each other some men who might be a consideration for Naya.

"Stop..stopp!!. You are like a trading man. Getol really nawarin this, wonder deh." Naya's getting caught up.

"Yes that's not it, Nay. We want to help Carin. Lu aja the campus prima don't yet be able to dapet guy. Especially us?!."

"Ooh.so I was forced to dapet guy let you on can dapet guy too, gitoh?!" sewot Naya's.

"One of them, hehe." Sisi smiled shyly. But soon stepped on her feet by Rena.

"We don't have the heart, Nay. If we have a guy, but you're still single, we're-we're not so good," said Rena straighten.

"Yes, his name is soul mate, no one knows. If you guys get it first, you are grateful dong. Don't just because I haven't dapet trus you finally broke up to have a guy. Or you got a guy but so it went awry to me. Relax the cyn. We are sohib yes, but that does not mean that your soul mate is I in control. Selow. If it's time to get yes dapet aja, do not hesitate, let alone wait for me dapet first." the name of the girl yes, chatty it nular hehe. Evidently Naya who is now los dol talk has no brake.

"Gue ga nyari what type. I don't have any conditions of any type" Naya replied seriously.

"Well, continues??" pursue Rena.

"Find the thing in your heart" said Naya.

"I mean??" Rena and Sisi compact inquired.

"You handsome cake, not cake. Rich cake, poor cake. I don't care. As long as my heart clicks on one guy, then that's my soul mate. Wait for my heart to say 'nah' first," continued Naya.

"Ah ribet ah. Don't understand." process Sisi.

"Yes deket used to be the same guy, can only say 'nah' that," Rena joined the protest.

"Ga must be kalee too. The eyes, heart, and mind will coordinate making a conclusion from an observation. And that observation doesn't just have to be intense first. Moments can appear anywhere, from anyone, and at any time. I just put the radar aja hehe," Naya explained like a biology lecturer interbreed with a physics lecturer. Makes the one who hears more and more clumsy.

"Sir, sorry.it's time to close.." so fun they chat until they don't realize that the meatball stall is past the clock. They immediately paid and ran away with a embarrassed face.

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It was not the third day on the island of Biwian. All activities are completed and just wait for the ferry to arrive later in the afternoon to bring the entire team back to the city of Grassick.

There are still a few hours left waiting for the return, the team filled the time with various things. Some are fun to relax at the hotel to unwind while waiting for departure time. Some are walking around capturing the beauty of nature in a picture frame. There are also busy shopping for souvenirs for hands.

Angga was walking alone along the asphalt led to a mosque. In a few moments time will step on Ashar. The ship will leave after Ashar.

"Excuse me, sir." greet Angga to a middle-aged father.

"Oh yes, brother. What's up, huh?" ask the father.

"Ehmm.Can I the Adhan, sir?" pinta Angga to the father who seems to be the takmir of the Mosque that Angga goes to.

"Ohh. Please go ahead.." greet the father kindly.

Angga's intention that afternoon was to make an unforgettable memory. Angga wants to give his Adhan voice to all corners of the island of Biwian. A special pride for Angga when able to chant the beauty of the call of worship and heard to the end of the island.

Together with the local people Angga perform worship. There was a bit of grief there considering after that he would leave the island and I don't know when else he could come back there. In the perseverance of worship he prayed for the entire community of the island of Biwian to be more prosperous and develop better.

"Son, can you talk to me for a second?" Grandfather who had led the worship of Ashar was stopping the steps of Angga who was ready to leave the mosque.

"Yes, Cake." answered Angga mannered.

"You must be a student who came with the Grassick City Health Service," said Grandpa began the conversation.

"Yes right, Cake" Angga replied. In his heart he wondered about the intention of his grandfather to ask him to speak.

"I've been watching you since the first day you came. I also often see you worship in this mosque," continued the grandfather. Angga was getting confused about the direction of the conversation.

"Look, Son. If only my grandfather could judge. You're so different from all your other student friends. There is a beam protruding from within that seems to radiate from the top of your head. I'm sorry if you thought grandpa was bragging or pretentious" said the grandfather.

"Oh sorry to forget. My grandfather's name is Mbah Restu. Grandpa was born and lived all his life here. What's your name, son?" my grandfather, whose name was Mbah Restu.

"I'm Angga, Kek." answered Angga.

"His entire??" ask Mbah Restu.

"The Delta Community."

"A good name and a strong one. So look, son. Continue what I said earlier. You look very prominent. There's a crown chakra shining over your head. Beyond that I also observe how your behavior and character during here. Mbah feels that you will become a successful leader." Mbah Restu's speech this time practically makes Angga stunned. This time he met someone who said so.

"Thank you, Cake. I was very happy to hear it," Angga smiled sincerely.

"But ooh. Sorry, Son. I also feel that you will experience many difficulties and obstacles after this. Again, I apologize for saying this. You need to know that Mbah is not predicting or guessing. This is just my heart after seeing you in these three days. May only good things happen, and be kept away from all bad things. Mbah's message, you're always careful at all times whatever the circumstances." What Mbah Restu delivered spontaneously made Angga stammered in shock.

"Yes already. Please come back, because the ferry timetable rests a while longer," Mbah Restu concluded his remarks and pleaded to leave the Mosque.

Angga was pensive as he stepped back into the hotel. There were doubts that were raised in his heart. Feelings of trust and not alternately fill the niche of the soul.

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