Islam Learning Fasting
39. Don't Run!!!

"Astagfirullah!!!" his yell.

The two wide-eyed Sarifuddin looked at people from women in sexy clothes to men of all ages jumping on the huge dance floor in the middle DJ music with a dark atmosphere that only capitalizes on rotating floodlights and ambience lights attached to the wall.

Sarifuddin narrowed his eyes in dizziness after the swirling lights changed color that dazzled his eyes. Sarifuddin stepped past the people who looked strangely at Sarifuddin even more when Abah Habib and the others stepped in.

Sarifuddin covered his nose as the smell of alcohol stung his sense of smell as he passed through the beverage stand lined with bottles of alcohol. Sarifuddin stepped back as a girl wearing only sexy clothes that showed her cleavage and smooth and white thighs was leading a man in a black suit with a large stomach.

"Why is that?" Show Sarifuddin to the drunk man.

The girl did not answer, she just smiled.

Sarifuddin turned his head to look at the girl and the man until he was not seen again. Sarifuddin covered both ears when the DJ's voice seemed to disturb his hearing.

One that Sarifuddin had in mind! Who was married until this party?

"Islam!!!" sarifuddin shouted, who continued to step in trying to find Islam.

"Astagfirullah!!!" shocked Abah Habib who closed both eyes when looking at the sexy girl who passed before him.

The sexy girl laughed and touched Abah Habib's arm, making Abah Habib grimace in fear.

"Grandpa, Grandpa's looking for fun, huh?" goda.

"See Islam" replied Abah Habib.

"Why not wear clothes?" shuaib asked the girl who was holding alcohol along with some other girls.

The girl laughed back and forth staring at the appearance of Syuaib from toe to toe of Syuaib.

"Some one was so rude" he said, laughing.

Shuaib gawked, he did not understand what this sexy girl had just said.

"Bring it up, Sis!" sahut the girl who was embracing a man in a suit.

The girl smiled then placed her alcohol-filled glass on the table and stepped closer to Shuaib who did not step back in the slightest.

"Order Adek dong, Bang!" seduce the girl.

"How much is it?" shuaib asked innocently.

Akbar who had been silent staring in all directions now approached a girl who was busy playing DJ while raising one hand and then shouting indistinctly.

"Gluck! See Islam?" asked Akbar who was trying to keep his eyes off the DJ player's sexy performance with his hands.

The girl turned her head and frowned in wonder at the scented man who was closing his eyes with a palm.

"Islam!!!" yelled Ustad Hasim who looked in all directions.

"Where are you going?" asked the security guard while hugging the fat body of Ustad Hasim from behind making Ustad Hasim rebel.

"Ah freelance!!" yelled Ustad Hasim with his surprised face.

"Exit!!!" akbir shouted, then pushed the security guard until he fell along with Ustad Hasim to the floor.

The security guard grimaced as his body was pressed by the heavy body of Ustad Hasim who was quite heavy plus his fat body.

"Afwan, ana was forced," said Akbir who was helping Ustad Hasim rise.

"It's okay" said Ustad Hasim.

Akbir looked down at the security guard man who was lying limp while holding his chest.

"Afwan, is antum okay?" asked Akbir who was worried.

"Heh don't run!!!" shouted one more security guard while pointing at Akbir and Ustad Hasim who quickly ran away avoiding the man.

Sarifuddin let out a long sigh when he could not find Islam in this noisy place. How can he find Islam in such a crowded place.

Sarifuddin sat in a chair staring at the disco waiter who was pouring alcohol into a glass for one of the visitors who was laying his head on the glass table, since then the visitor did not stop drinking.

"Want a drink?" asked the waiter to Sarifuddin who immediately turned his head after he realized from his daydream.

"Can I have a drink?"

"Can."

"Alhamdulillah," thanks Sarifuddin who immediately rubbed his face.

Is this guy healthy?

"There is no chocolate milk here" he replied.

"Nothing is there?"

"Heh don't run!!!" shouted the security guard who was still chasing Akbir and Ustad Hasim.

Sarifuddin turned to look at Akbir and Ustad Hasim who were running to and fro, they were still being chased.

"Here do not sell such drinks," the servant replied making Sarifuddin turn his head.

"What drink is that?" tanya Sarifuddin pointed to the bottle of alcohol that the waiter poured into the glass for the man who was beside Sarifuddin.

"It's an alcoholic drink" he replied.

Sarifuddin nodded in understanding.

"You?" haggle that waitress.

"I love chocolate milk" replied Sarifuddin.

The waiter smiled and then put a glass of alcohol on the table to make the man beside Sarifuddin reach him.

"Where's this guy from?"

"From Al Habibi Akbar's pesantren" replied Sarifuddin.

"Can't you get in here?"

"I'm looking for the grandson of my haji kiyai sir, his name is Islam. In front there is a motorbike Ustad Syuaib well that motor used the same Islam," explained Sarifuddin made the waiter gawk.

"Again!" ask the man beside Sarifuddin to put an empty glass on the table right in front of the servant.

Sarifuddin was shocked, the voice of this man was similar to the voice of Islam. Sarifuddin quickly turned to look at the man and it was true that the man was a Muslim whose head was now laid on a glass table.

"Islam!!!" sarifuddin shouted, quickly rising from his chair and approaching the drunken Islam.

"Alhamdulillah, Islam come home! Everyone wants Islam, "thankfully.

"This is the man you're looking for?" ask the waiter.

"Iye is the grandson of Haji kiyai, this is Islam, the full name is Islam ramadan" replied Sarifuddin.

Sarifuddin who intended to help Islam rise was immediately scrunched his nose when he smelled the smell of alcohol on the body of Islam.

"Well, meet you!!!"

Sarifuddin gasped in shock as the security guard man who had been overwritten by Ustad Hasim's body held both shoulders.

"Sir guard! Please help me! This is the Islam I was looking for" he made the security guard look at Islam.

The security guard nodded and helped Sarifuddin to lead the drunken Islam to the exit.

"Surely Allah Subhana Wa taala does not like his servant who is dressed like this!!!" Appoint Abah Habib towards the sexy-clothed girls who are now sitting on the sofa and can only be bowed to the lecture from Abah Habib.

"Rasulullah SAW has given a firm warning to women to close the letter properly. In a hadith, he forbade women to wear tight clothes like this and then antum all showed it!!!"

"For what?!!" his yell.

"Haji Kiyai's father!" call Sarifuddin to make Abah Habib turn his head.

"It's Islam." Designate it.

"Astagfirullah!!!" his surprise looked at Islam who was seen being led by the security guard man.

"Bring to the car!" his door was answered by a nod by Sarifuddin.

Abah Habib now looked back at the girls who were still bowing to each other.

"Remember! The woman's aura is the entire body other than the face and both palms. His Majesty the prophet said that women can show their faces and palms up to their wrists, as well as when praying."

"Buddy!!! It's the month of fasting!!!" he shouted and then walked away.

Abah Habib stopped his steps when he saw Shuaib talking to a sexy girl.

"From antum!" Pull Abah Habib into the collar of Shuaib's shirt, which is now screaming as he is led out of the discotheque.