Hijrah in the Way of God
Pray with the Rasta gang's children

Hours of rest as usual Rahma sat in the back garden of the school with Ridho with a lunch box in his hand. They exchanged their own supplies.

A cold breeze makes food very delicious. Not to forget they also read the prayer before eating the food.

Sometimes Ridho turned to look at the girl who was eating food made by Ira. A smile was seen on his face, the young man was very happy at this moment. She was grateful that the girl she liked didn't stay away from her anymore. It was a great happiness according to the young man and it was very simple. Just by looking at the girl smiling her heart was already very happy.

After they finished eating, they returned to class to wait for the next teacher, maybe a little long because the break was not over. And the state of the class also still looks lonely, occasionally Ridho noticed Rahma who is seen sitting alone on the front bench which is two tables from his desk. Shortly thereafter Dimas came to sit his body beside Rahma. Ridho looked at the young man with a look of dislike, actually he was not willing if the girl he liked was close to another man.

"Rahma where are you? How come you rarely go to the cafeteria lately?" tanya Dimas who had been busy looking for the girl in the cafeteria.

Rahma who was reading the book turned to Dimas.

"I brought my own supplies from home, so it is not to the cafeteria," said Rahma turned her head briefly and focused again on the book she read.

"Oh that. Oh yes Rahma I have something for you" said Dimas giving a chocolate to Rahma.

When Rahma was about to take the chocolate, there was a man's hand that took the chocolate fast.

"Thank you for the chocolate" the owner of the hand told Dimas. The young man ate the chocolate with a contrived smile.

"Eh it's not for you, why do you eat anyway," said Dimas who looks upset.

"Udah is late, the chocolate is over" said Ridho.

"But that's for Rahma-but

"It's okay, besides I don't like chocolate," Rahma said, cutting off Dimas.

"That's okay, Ridho ledek.

"Damn you, go there all the way from me!" exclaimed Dimas emphasized his words.

"There's a right what you ngusir-ngusir me, which there lo go all the way from here. Step aside I want to sit next to Rahma." Ridho pulled Dimas' arm and their reflexes both fell to the floor.

"Of ..." They whimper in pain.

"Lo's ways I'm falling," said Ridho on Dimas.

"Well, you fuck me. It's not you who tugged at my arm until it fell to the floor like a gini," said Dimas who did not accept the blame.

"Yes it's wrong. Why do you sit next to Rahma," said Ridho who was still sitting on the floor.

"What's my fault, I'm gonna sit on my own bench." Dimas stood up and sat down again on his stool.

Rahma who had heard the debate between the two of them who did not run around became dizzy herself.

"Don't make a fuss, Ridho you sit back on your bench again there. Soon the teacher entered, I did not want you to be punished again," asked Rahma and obediently Ridho obeyed and sat back in the back seat.

After a few seconds Indra entered the class along with the other children. Then a few more seconds the teacher who taught after the break came in.

Now the students again focus on paying attention to the teacher explained in front.

"Older time we also do not collect kayak gini," said Fiko who is now in the Rasta gang basecame.

"Yes, I miss the same atmosphere as kayak gini," said Dino who sat on a long bench there.

"Gue too, did not feel the age of the Rasta gang was four years. And did not expect also our gang members so much, initially only four people uh know already fifty aja," cried Tito at length.

"Bro how is your relationship with Rahma getting better?" indra asked Ridho who was relaxing to enjoy the capucino on the table.

"Thank God I'm getting closer to him now" replied Ridho with a happy smile.

"Your face is very bright today is not like that time," Tito commented.

Shortly after that, the azan magrib was heard.

"Udah azan tuh, we pray yuk," Ridho asked his friends.

"Sholate? We can not pray," said his friends except Indra. Because now Indra has been able to pray since a few weeks ago.

"Later me and Indra ajarin, come with me." Ridho invites his friends to follow him to the bathroom.

In turn they wudhu with the teaching of Ridho and Indra. After they are all finished ablution which may take half an hour in due to the number of those who are not a little queuing in the bathroom.

"Tomorrow I will build a place of ablution that kayak in the mosque here so not long," said Ridho who had stood in front of his friends to become a prayer imam.

The children of the Rasta gang perform congregational prayers that are imitated by their chairman. There was a melodious reading of al-fatiah's letter read by Ridho in front. His every move was followed by his friends in the back.

"Bro your voice is so sweet I did not expect," praised Fiko who looks amazed.

"Yes Bro, that lo voice already wants the voice of the people sholeh out there," Dino praised.

"Don't overdo it. My voice is ordinary," said Ridho who did not like the praise of his friend.

"Lo since when can you pray?" tito asked in surprise to Indra.

"Since a few weeks ago. I was taught by Ridho at that time. Alhamdulillah now I can," replied Indra who actually prayed to make it quieter than usual.

"You all download the complete prayer procedure application on your respective handpones. Learn the ways, and I hope the Rasta children no one will stop praying from now on!" ridho insisted on his friends.

And obediently his friends downloaded the application and then showed it to Ridho that the application they had downloaded.

"Gue salute you Bro, you change a lot now," said Tito who was happy with the change of Ridho.

Some time they raved the azan was heard again, this time the azan prayer isya. They held their prayers again which was kept by Ridho, the leader of the Rasta gang. Behind his hard character so far it is unexpected that a Ridho invites his friends in goodness and forbids in every bad. Now this Rasta gang no longer makes chaos as usual except in a desperate state.

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