Islam Learning Fasting
51. Prayer Reading

Islam leaned his back against the wall with a sad look on his face.

Isya prayer this time as usual led by Rahman and this is what makes Islam managed to remain silent, not as usual.

Islam turned to look at Rahman who was seen crucifying Abah Habib, Akbar and the boarders of the boarding school. If only he understood the religion maybe Islam was there, not Rahman.

Islam takes a long breath. Is it wrong to have to compete with Rahman to get Khadijah?

Compared to her, it was clear that Khadijah would choose Rahman to be her husband.

Islam is now self-aware. Islam is conscious and Islam knows how it is today.

Rahman is the imam of the mosque while Islamic prayer alone is rare.

Rahman memorized the Qur'an while Islam taught him had forgotten.

Rahman graduated from religious school while Islam was only a graduate of public school and Islam had to go in and out of the room BK because of his mischief.

Rahman is the head of a religious organization while Islam is the head of a motorcycle gang that is feared and always troubling the citizens.

Rahman always spoke soft words while Islam always spoke harsh words.

Rahman's best friend was mostly a hafiz whereas Islam had different religious companions with him especially with Ali who was a merciful jerk.

Islam let out a long sigh, his chest felt tight after thinking about all this.

Is it possible he will be able to be like Rahman and get Khadijah's heart.

If you think about which women are not crazy about Rahman who has so much expertise in the field of religion and expertise on the pulpit and on the prayer mat of Islam are only good at challenging styles death on the motor.

God, why is too perfect a rival of Islam in terms of grabbing Khadijah's heart?

"Why?" ask Sarifuddin.

Islam silent. He glanced at Sarifuddin for a moment then he smiled and bowed.

"What's the problem?" ask Sarifuddin.

"Gue doesn't know. I'm not the one with the problem, but I'm the one looking for the problem."

Sarifuddin was silent, he wanted to hear Islam speak again. Sarifuddin did not want to ask about it. Sarifuddin could see that Islam was very serious at this time.

"Gue was wrong because I fell in love with Khadija" he said sincerely.

Sarifuddin. He nodded with his sad feelings. Islam spoke about it this time.

Islam turned to look at Rahman who is now praying solemnly.

"Gue wasn't sure if he could compete with Rahman."

"Why is that?"

"Let's see! Everyone knows how I am and how Rahman is."

Sarifuddin stroked the shoulders of Islam which now looks sculpted.

"Don't give up! The soul mate has been arranged, we live," he explained.

Islam turned to look at Sarifuddin whose face was not too far away.

Sarifuddin was silent and his hand-shaking movements on the shoulders of Islam came to a halt with both eyes staring at the face of Islam.

Islam waved in wonder. What's wrong with this guy?

"Lo why?" ask Islam.

"If we look at our faces like a handsome one, well" he praised with a smile.

Islam gawking. Just this time his good looks were praised by a man.

"What the hell are you?" tanya Islam who then hit Sarifuddin's hand and wriggled amusedly.

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"It!"

Sarifuddin placed the blue book on the bed of Islam. Islam looked down at the book and grabbed it.

"What book?"

"That's a prayer book," he answered and grabbed a jar of banana chips in his closet and sat on a mattress staring at Islam who was seen opening each sheet of paper with a face of confusion.

"What the hell is this doing?" ask Islam.

"That makes you a priest. If you want to be a priest means you have to be able to memorize the prayer."

"Mandatory?"

"It is obligatory."

Islam again opened the sheets of each book and looked at it seriously.

In this book is so very complete from the ceremony of ablution until the movement and prayer readings were there. Islam can see the recitation of prayers from various movements.

So far what Islam thinks is just doing the prayer movement but every movement has a certain reading.

"This is why is there an Arabic writing? I've forgotten how to make money."

The still confused Islam began to stare at the lettering that was under the hijaiyah.

"Totally long," he lamented as he scratched his non-itchy head.

"Indeed," answered Sarifuddin casually.

"This is all hapal?" ask Islam while showing hijaiyah reading iftitah.

"Iye."

"should?"

"Well yes dong should be," replied Sarifuddin.

Islam poked his lips with a tired feeling. Not yet Islam read it and just staring at the hijaiyah letter was tired, especially he had to read it.

Islam opens every sheet up to the last sheet making it inexhaustible. Islam laid his dizzy head that made Sarifuddin frown in wonder.

"Why?"

"Dizziness me."

"Why dizziness?"

"Gue thought if the prayer was well prayer, no need to read but it turned out to be crazy, a lot."

"It's not much if we want to learn."

Islam moved his still-lying head staring at Sarifuddin who was putting the jar into the closet and closed it tightly.

"Did I give it up?"

"Well, don't dong!" bemused.

"That's a long, crazy thing."

Islam threw the book on his forehead and took a deep breath.

"If we give up now, we'll regret it later."

"Study later can also."

"No one can directly, everything must learn first. I used to be, too, have to learn first."

Islam rose from his bed and fell silent with his sad face.

"I used to be, too, but I learned how to."

"If you don't want to learn, you can't."

"But this is difficult, Din," said Islam.

"It's hard to look at it."

"If I just see it hard especially if I want to do everything."

"If it is difficult, it means that I cannot, but the proof is that I can" Sarifuddin said.

Islam smiled at Sarifuddin who was seen smiling.

"Iye?" his tanyanya makes Islam laugh.

"Yes too" replied Islam, nodding.

"So ready to learn?"

"Ready!!!" shouts Islam the burning spirit of 45 while raising his fists.

The smile of Islam vanished as the room darkened, Yap the lights had been turned off from the center.

"Well, just want to learn, too" upset Islam in the middle of darkness.

Both eyes of Islam rounded staring in shock at the flashlight that was lit right under Sarifuddin's chin making Sarifuddin's face exactly like a ghost.

"Ah asshole, surprise me!" bemused.

"There's no reason to study,"

the whisper is exactly like a ghost.

Islam now smiles to make him bow to the prayer reading sheet that was flashlighted by Sarifuddin.

Islam began to read it while Sarifuddin occasionally justified false readings when spoken by Islam.

No matter the late night or the dark room that is only illuminated by the flashlight.

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Note :

The word Kita which is always spoken by Sarifuddin has the meaning of the word Kamu in Bugis, South Sulawesi.

Our word is a word that is considered more polite.

So don't misunderstand the readers. ◉ ⁇ ◉