I'm Not an Old Virgin
Season II: Mahligai of Love (Chapter 11.19)
"Hayoloh, Ga, last night you had a dream what the hell did I notice from the smile continues."
They immediately woke up when the sound of Ustad Soleh echoed from the mosque loudspeakers. If the voice of Mr. Soleh has been heard then it means that the time of night prayer has finally arrived. They must wake up immediately to take the water down. Do not forget if they have to come down to sneak down so as not to be found by others when last night they slept on top.
But strangely, they did not see anyone below. For Ai and Asri, this was a coincidence that was highly expected. But for Mega this is not a coincidence but protection from Ustad Azam.
"Every night?" He never dreamed anything. But his sleep was certainly very comfortable.
"I don't have any dreams, really." He admitted honestly.
Currently the three of them took the front-most saf salat, standing directly in front of the guardrail. This is a very good spot especially from here they can see the male santri and the prayer priest.
"Why are you smiling to yourself?" Asri noticed since waking up Mega looks much different than last night.
He smiled easily and sometimes a little laugh came out of his mouth. He almost thought Mega was possessed by a mosque guard.
"Smiling is the easiest good deed. Doesn't smiling a lot mean you've done a lot of alms?" Mega answered casually.
For now about his conversation with Ustad Azam last night he kept it a secret until the most appropriate time he would tell Ai and Asri.
"You're right," Mega's answer does make sense and there's nothing wrong but. Why would she feel if this answer sounds a little off-putting, well?
"Mega, did you know that at this time your cheeks look a bit red. Are you having a fever?" Ai asked after observing Mega.
He also feels that Mega is a bit different now. He smiled more easily and looked much softer than usual.
"No, I don't have a fever. Maybe it's because it's too hot here so my face is red." His answer was lying while fanning his face.
Hot?
Ai and Asri did not feel any heat. Quite the opposite, they felt cold tonight especially when sleeping last night, it was very comfortable.
"Don't speak again, this is inside the mosque. Instead of talking it's better we just do a lot of thinking." Megan escaped from the topic.
Asri immediately closed her mouth.
Not long after the second floor or the first floor of the mosque was filled with santri. After everyone lined up in their respective safes, the night prayers finally began.
"Allahuakbar."
Deg
Ai instantly peeked in place. The two hands that were supposed to be raised high upwards echoed takbeer into freezing. He was surprised, the intention of the sunah prayer that he previously whispered earlier immediately froze somewhere. She was dazed, her two beautiful peach-shaped eyes flashing impatiently looking for the handsome figure that had long filled her heart.
And there, there,
The place that can only be owned by a prayer leader priest is now occupied by the figure of the owner of the straight and sturdy back. For months he never saw her again. And this night, the night of the pleasure of Allah, they were met again in a very beautiful way.
"Ustad, you're finally home.." His whisper withstood the longing.
His hand that had been raised somehow since when it was in front of his flat chest, touched and felt a burst of sweetness that he had long longed for.
Then the soft, melodious voice of Ustad Vano chanting the sacred verses pulled Ai back from all the euphoria of happiness she felt. He regained his senses, glancing left and right, it turned out that only he had still not entered into prayer.
Ai suddenly became embarrassed. He tried to calm his mind and heart before raising both his hands echoing takbir.
In his prayer, Ai seemed to stand before Allah SWT, the owner of the most beautiful and sincere love. When Ai prostrated herself, she could not hold her should, whispering to the Owner of the Heart through her heart.
Oh, my God, thank you.