Dusk is getting closer to the climax, the white clouds now become perfectly orange yellow. The sound of steam in the kettle that kept blowing and pushing out, enliven the atmosphere that afternoon. As soon as possible I woke up from the darkness of my eyes that were sitting cross-legged and ran to the kitchen in the back of the house to turn off the stove.
I poured the water in a cup. I poured a few milky hot water that I had previously applied to arabica black coffee powder made in Aceh bought by my father last year.
Squash in such a way with a spoon so that all mixed well. After I saw this time dark black color has filled this cup until the bottom-basically I just serve it to my ey long wait for cooking his favorite coffee which he also called "Exotic Coffee" is with the addition of fried bananas in golden yellow on each corner of his dish, which is more first I present to the face of that old man.
First, he sipped the cup's lips, heard by my ears a friction between the two different lips. The level of violence did not seem unified in my ears. "Aaaahhhh" maybe that's how the climax sounds after the sound of the friction.

After I saw the old man enjoying his coffee of hope, I returned to a Self-Immortal which I called the ritual of penance. There was a laugh coming out of my eyebrowy mouth. "Still do you do that stupid ritual?" I remained silent and focused on my ritual. "Are you absolutely sure your sins disappear after this?". I began to distract the words.
Then the grandson said a line of sentences that made me very disturbed and out of my ritual. "Man is like a fire that always eats firewood. He can eat continuously without stopping if firewood continues to be given ". I turned a moment before my eyebrow, who sipped back the black coffee in the cup.
"Aahhh ..." a voice marks a pleasure. "I'll tell you a story that will make you more excited about the journey of redeeming your sins" said grandparents as he placed the curved v-cup.
after I saw the human Renta it was enjoying coffee hope, I go back to a appeasement self I call ritual penance. sounds a laugh out of the mouth of wrinkles eyangku. "still you ritual stupid that?" sentaknya. I remain silent and focus on ritualku. "what you really sure to your sins lost after this?". I started disturbed will words. ago grandparent said a series of sentences that made me very disturbed and off from ritualku. "man like fire always take firewood. he can take a continuous relentless if firewood continue to be given". I turned a moment to the presence of eyangku that while sipping back black coffee in the Cup. "aahhh ..." a sound a sign of a pleasure. "will tell a story that will make you more excited on the way to redeem your sins" chirps grandparent while putting Cup bergagang curva V it. - not just now only action against the truth case, and not just a human being only that can do the action. first, long before a seed first put our Earth this far where your grandfather was born in the world, long before buyutmu planned present in the world. told in a book of the mysterious much in the interior of the state ashab, state that appears only for 1 day in the 200-year because given the Grace of unusual by God, this story has occurred. Yes, the book of the mystery of the state ashab, a book hardback clean White Immaculate tub as new. but in fact, when you open the cover of the book was thick enough that, you will find a fact of the books is actually has crafted from more than 1000 that year. on the page originally there is a sentence reads. logic aware by thinking cross-rational and irrational will result in a piece of paper White empty Nan Holy. if we are open sheet next, we will find a story of legend. array first story that is, a universe round, sebulat months but greater millions million times the Sun. this means in this story was once a universe together into one unity. continuation. 5 ruler winged that has the power of light, darkness, water, land and air in each of their tails are airs to run the government of them. not even terbesit in logic them on a disaster or a malicious intent. but, every squirrel certainly never fall, Archer definitely missed, it slowly began to fade in life and sports them. darsukhos the gods dark Lord started all havoc this. in the gentle persuasion and in a incitement sweet he made the fourth ruler of the other scarum and forget the Ocean. he made the fourth ruler and itself then each other bergunjingan each other, like a dog scramble bone, they are scrambling a throne where in the peak there is a gift called the power of pure. 300 years already their mutual throw weapons, each other dropped, each other to kill and mutual crushes each other. after they are all tersadarkan by knock inner those who are struggling to ask for mercy to be all this is stopped. they are a moment to sit silent while see nanar to all the way. only the dark, silence, noise explosion, and the API. all looks like a gravel small scattered in the Sky. all destroyed, all the scattered, all irregular and all became gravel. heart fifth gods were struggling sign of a cry tears flowing. fifth gods destroyed logically and languishing in mind, make a Hermitage while hope sin is in the body and soul those who slum will all garbage called the sins of the Holy as a whole. they planting seeds of interest mentioned derived from heaven the top, with the fragrance-wangiannya typical. ditanamkannya them in a field broad, so when your eyes looked, would only be seen a bunch of interest only. 4 the petals even and a stalks gold with a touch of the Crown of Red Orange is typical for captivate eyes creatures anywhere. once breathe and you will seemed to fly fly to heaven seventh, but in your brain will continue to overshadowed by sensation rubbed a sandpaper rough coming continuously. because there he actually you are tested by the question, still sudikah engaku Oh creatures spirited, done once again sin so slums and dirty trash scattered diselokan ?. or you will continue to willing to do your sins it up I have mengamplasnya recurrent more times ?. shortly after the words diucap, a memory past by not hesitate to play a variety of sin have you done in the world mortal. and after doing ablutions, they will have a symbol in folds under his chin. a cross with circle right in the middle bermilyar years after the God of purified himself, live man, a living things that are considered the most perfect because it has sense think. and only within decades after the creation of a human. them, the deity, hear the cry of flowers heaven. moans in pain and sadness they remove as they burn in hell. darsukhos most interrupted with tears that come and it would be surprised he saw billions of interest they planting scorched all here.
Run to Darsukhos to meet his four sisters. After their exhaustive negotiations, Litsukhos, undoubtedly as the God of Light, was sent from the sky to investigate what was going on so that the heavenly flowers were burned in hell en masse. He was disguised as a complete shepherd with a turban, a shabby white garment, a long black stick and beard and the smell of a true shepherd.
He walks through the brightness of the night that there is no darkness to reach the corners because of the soaring lights called petromak. Crowded and boisterous like an ant surrounded a pile of sugar. The gurgling atmosphere made him ling lung and forget himself even unconscious. He was enjoying the wave of worldly pleasures and asked, is this the human life that made the flowers burned ?.
Not even the 20 steps he set foot in the world of human behemoth, he was confronted by a tall man who can not stand still. Go right, left, back, front he jajaki. With a typical flavored dragon mouth bottle he approached the undercover god. Slowly the man touched his shoulder. A sentence he said, "Come join our place, guaranteed once entered do not want to go home!".
Curiously, the god entered. Not 3 seconds he was immediately greeted with a sea of people who are making a worldly love either a sword with a shield or sword with a sword or maybe also a shield with a shield. All holding a bottle similar to the man.
"Let's enjoy it! Do not be afraid of sin, the suburban flower garden will wash away your sins. And when you're clean, come back here and enjoy the world more intimately "said the staggered man. Unable to bear the whims of the place that smelled the dragon's mouth, he immediately went mingling in the crowd and lost. All that remained was a teardrop of his sorrow in the arid land of depression, which was finally evaporated by the heat of sin in the land.

Since then the flower gardens have disappeared and come back every 200 years, because the gods are angry at all the behaviors of human behavior that always repeat the ugly writing on the sheets that heaven flower has just given.
And at the end of the story is written out loud. "I have given you firewood for you to burn. I've given 200 firewood for you to burn. But there will be no firewood for you to burn and burn. That's when you have to burn yourself to keep burning ".
"So man is not worthy to be forgiven all his sins is his grandfather?" I asked seriously.
"Actually man is very worthy to be forgiven all his sins. But what needs to be asked is they deserved forgiveness for the umpteenth time? "He said while sorting out which fried bananas he would devour. "But I feel like we're human like the one at a crossroads dismissed by a red light. Is it true we stop there because it must stop, or we stop because we like the color red ?. Is it true we stop to see the sin or do we stop because like sin? "He added.
I was struck by the conversation with this one granddaughter. I started thinking, why not eliminate sin if we humans always can not be separated from the name of sin ?. Are all these blunders from God to deliberately testing us, human beings, of what we must answer when confronted with the so-called sin problem ?.
From then on, my thinking seemed to be sanded down to search deeper into what we had to do with the sin that always made the fire that devoured a firewood. I was stuck in a rational and irrational sphere of thought in my mind. I feel like wiping out all memories of all my sins, I feel afraid of going back to sin and afraid to return given firewood.
My mind seemed like a white paper that did not know anything. A logic awakened by cross-rational and irrational thinking will produce a blank piece of white paper nan holy.
Upon my arrival I realized from my daydreams that made my head feel very dizzy and made my head heavy, so heavy that I could not stand and move to my bed to calm my mind in dreamland.
I did not realize I was lying on the floor, my body stiff, my eyes look nan to the broad, my neck like a stiff neck statue because it is made from a mixture of cement and soil and water.
In the blind eyes I saw my eyeballs faintly sipping up to the last drop of the sensational black coffee for him. I was so stunned in my helplessness to see that the lower chin of the eyen that is usually hidden by the crease is a cross symbol with a circle right in the middle.
