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16. Advanced Dialectics

...16. Advanced Dialectics...

“Bang Saba used to study what?” He cleaned up their former lunch. Much of Saba's knowledge is expressed in multidisciplinary disciplines. Very rarely are people like this. Because most people will explore and focus in one discipline only. The reason is, yes they want to be more in-depth and focused in a particular field. Like abah for example.

“Political science, sociology, philosophy, and engineering. I also got into mathematics.

“That's much?” The surprising answer. Make him not believe. He turned to Saba who was peeling mangoes. Then go back to his work.

“Completed in the same time?” tanyanya.

“There can be no one,” replied Saba lightly.

He threw the plate in front of Saba. The man got up, washed and cut the mango.

“How to study multidisciplinary sciences simultaneously?” For him, one field only shakes. Moreover, it is more than 2 disciplines.

“The first to eat fish,” Saba. Stick a cutlery on one of the mango pieces. And then feed it into his mouth.

“Serious Bang,” protest.

“Ya true. Without eating we cannot think. The advantages of eating nutritional fish are many, healthy and good.” The second piece goes back into Saba's mouth.

He sighed. Sometimes talking to Saba requires patience. When he hoped for a serious answer, Saba seemed to take it playfully. He then put in. “His title is many dong,” agile. “Saba Lumintang, S.Ip, S.Sos, S.Fil, S.Si and S.T.”

Saba laughed lightly.

“True, right,” his insistence.

“Title is not important. A degree only means we are finished school. The essence of the school is to learn to seek knowledge. Because learning signifies that we have used our brains to think.”

For a moment he was silent. “Crust.” That one word finally came out of his mouth. Although he hoped Saba would answer the questions posed by him with more detailed arguments. Because he likes it when Saba explains something from the point of view of the man.

Again, Saba laughed. But somehow that laugh was always processed by his brain as a mock giggle.

“Only three are until graduation. One ... only until semester 4. The other one, semester 6.”

“Keren,” said as he clapped.

Saba assailant, “Custom only. That's not all right. Science is vast and constantly adapting to change. There is still a lot of knowledge that we should be able to learn. But now learning can be from anywhere. It doesn't have to be on campus.”

“Honey too, yes who has been semester 6. Another year you can graduate. What majors?”

“Mathematics. Because I feel I have had enough. And I can learn by myself.”

“Then who stopped in semester 4?”

“Sociology.”

He ambushed, “Since Brother can learn by himself.”

“Sociology is an empirical science. We live as individual human beings in the social sphere of society. Jumped directly. Live, interact and perform activities in the process of living life. Everything is complete there. Starting the structure and character of individuals in society, the problems, the phenomena that are happening, until the movement carried out by the community.”

A faint smile adorned his lips.

“I used to teach on campus. Then dismissed on the grounds that the discipline I took was not linear.”

He had heard of this rule.

“But teaching isn't just on campus, is it? Anywhere, anytime and anyone we can teach about the sciences that may be on campus we do not get.”

“Padahat in today's day one discipline is no longer relevant to life,” he added.

“But the rules are so,” timpal Saba. “Campus regulations and possibly some companies or agencies. Yes, how else.” Saba's shoulders lifted.

Saba stood up to grab her phone that was ringing. Receive a phone on the terrace.

While he brought a plate containing pieces of mango to another chair. Devouringly. The other hand began to reopen the book he had just read.

According to his conclusions while, Saba idolizes figures who have high empathy for civil society rights. Especially those who are being treated unfairly. In addition, it is also about the ideas of liberation written in the book he is currently reading.

Saba studied sociology, philosophy, political science, mathematics and even engineering. Two disciplines that are divided into exact and relative sciences are always correlated and coherent in life. Maybe that affects the way he thinks.

“Halo ...” A woman's voice made her look up.

The woman smiled. Saba appeared behind.

“Wait a minute,” Saba said then left them.

“Like read Suutan Ibrahim?” ask the woman. Then sit next to him.

“O, sorry. I mean Tan Malaka. Books you hold.”

He smiled a little. Not nodding nor giving a statement.

“The idea is exciting, good and full of weighty and critical thoughts. Very inspiring,” said the woman.

Although I just read the first chapter. He agreed with the woman's statement.

“Until now the book,” appoint the woman. “Still relevant. I even read it a third time. It was because Bang Saba first sent and loaned her book.”

Again, a small smile rose from his lips. He closed the book.

“The initial chapter tells about the existence of mysticism. His writings tell of the denial of the Ancient Egyptians to their God called Maha Dewa Rah. Who created the universe with words. He brought the scientific arguments of Charles Darwin, Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton as a comparison. Logically. This denial is logical,” call the woman.

“If it is like in us now yes .. the smells of mysticism are still strong. You've heard, right about the myths in our society?”

He didn't react. Only the corner of his lips was drawn faintly.

“Go to the shaman for treatment, ask for this, that, perform rituals to add wealth, longevity, trust the rain handler, and much more. It's unfortunate, anyway. Until now there are still groups of our society like that. That's a very irrational thing.

“Expect supernatural forces to facilitate and smooth the deed. How can this nation go forward to pursue backwardness and backwardness if it still believes such things?

“Both no loss you read this book. Moreover, the next chapters are more exciting explanations. About—“

“Kania,” cut Saba who came to proffer a book.

The woman called Kania stood up. Smiling at the book Saba gave. “No rush returned, right, Bang?” hatchlings.

“Terasu. The important thing is that you take good care of it and come back like when you borrowed.”

“Siip,” agile Kania with thumbs up. Put the book in his bag. “Next week I bring the kids yes, Bang. They want to discuss with Abang.”

“Where, when?” ask Saba.

“Later, I contact further.”

“OK,” sahut Saba.

He stood when Kania said, “I said first, yes ...” Welcoming Kania's hand.

“Nice to meet you, uh .. I'm Kania,” call Kania.

“Nawa,” reply.

“Which child are you? Jakun too?” ask Kania.

He nodded. The term jakun-jaket yellow-must immediately understand.

“I'm a graduate student in Sociology.” Kania made his introduction clear.

“She's environmental health child.” Saba answered.

“Oo, FKM child, yes.” Kania concluded.

While he just nodded.

He walked towards the main terrace.

“OK, Nawa. See you next time. Bang Saba don't forget, the agenda is for me and the children. Anyway no more than 2 hours,” order Kania. Waving my hands and leaving.

“I also said goodbye, Bang,” he told Saba. He went back into the house to get his bag.

“You brought these fish,” pinta Saba. Put all the remaining fish on the dining table into a sealed container.

“No need,” next.

“So who will eat all this?”

“There's Bu Ning and his family. Arif will also definitely eat after until.”

Saba kept putting in the fish soup and the fried catfish. Then put it in a plastic bag. “Make you. Ms. Ning ate. Arif the nightest till here. She must have eaten on the road.”

Although a little hesitant, he finally received the package. “Thank you,” said.

Saba smiled.