LAILA TO KANG ROHIM
EPISODE 32 Love Laila da Rohim

Rohim had just returned from a study in the village next door. He stopped on the foot ball. Because Mukidi called herself.

"Where's Kang?" Tanya Mukidi holding Rohim's motor headboard.

"From the invitation to study in the village next door."

"Well by yourself, how common is Neng Laila?" Mukidi's ground with sweat running because it's just football practice.

"Today's the schedule of Al Barzanji's studies of kang's mothers. So divide the time."

Rohim got off the motor. He sat on the edge of the ball field. Several teenagers and young men were seen resting on the edge of a football field located not far from the Nurul Iman mosque. When they are talking. Two men wearing motorcycles stopped in front of the Sumber Sari village footballers.

"Where?" Ask Mukidi.

"Zero. Alias has no results." Answer the man named Waluyo.

"Upper not guessing. We were never considered in this village. Already grateful not to steal, gambling the same miras. But never supported for positive activities." Complain Mukidi while wiping her sweat.

"What's kang?" Rohim asked while taking out cigarettes and matches from his shirt pocket.

"We were yesterday the final kang. The problem is that we have two weeks to go in the final. The final is in town. Lah Mau to the city we need a vehicle kang. Also the cost, if we eat we can bontot from the house kang." Mukidi to Rohim.

Mukidi as a teenager hobbies playing football. To this day, he still plays football. Even their village football groups often win at the sub-district and city level. This time those who are going to the final against the district capital team must compete in the capital. Coincidentally their team cash is empty because it was just used to treat their friend who broke their leg during the race last month.

Rohim was also seen exhaling his cigarette smoke.

"There's still two weeks left anyway?" Ask Rohim.

"Yes kang."

"That just means it's operational?"

"Yes. This was asking for help from the village and the camat. Yesterday the same Camat sir was given only fifty thousand dollars. Lah make buy bensi we just leave Ndak enough kang." Complain Mukidi.

Rohim held his laughter.

"That's it. If you who have come home from work in the fields or who come home from school, accompany me to paint the mosque and make benches for TPQ children. Let's say I hire your services. Later the money for the cost of you rent a car and all for meals. How's it?"

The faces of the teenage-year-old footballer smiled happily. Those who are desperate are happy to hear Rohim's offer. The team consisted of High School children and young men who were 20 years old.

Mukidi is the oldest participant of her age.

"Let's not interrupt the time. Make the stool the night after Isya. We just painted it. You guys are practicing ball late afternoon, right?"

All team members agree. When I go home. Rohim is greeted by Laila with a basin. Rohim's wife understood very well if the husband felt tired coming home from the invitation to study. And Rohim also enjoyed the water for his feet.

"The motor's stuck again mas?" Laila asked because her husband came home quite late.

"You want a massage Laila?" Laila asked who was sitting by Rohim's side.

"No need. Here come closer."

Rohim who was sitting on the chair made himself slightly lower his head.

"Mas has a little stash. But it seems less. Can I borrow your savings, Dik?" Ask Rohim.

Laila smiled because of the language her husband used with the word borrowed. He was the breadwinner of the house. It's not without reason. Rohim always gives his wife more money. He who when there is more sustenance always sets aside money and gives to the wife but he will say if the money is for his wife. 'Buy what you want, this is for you not for kitchen shopping'. And Rohim knew that his wife almost never spent that money. She most occasionally buys her hijab or negligee that begins to look unfit to wear.

"So, how much is it?" Ask Laila.

"Borrow five hundred thousand. Is there Dik?" Ask Rohim.

Laila nodded quickly. When he was about to go get the money in the room. Rohim.

"not now. But two more weeks. Continue tomorrow please cook a little, mas ask help children ball paint the mosque." Rohim is obviously on Laila.

Laila also without asking what the money was for, she understood that her husband would want to help the ball children. Almost 6 months married to Rohim makes him not surprised if their savings money, used for the benefit of the environment, society.

"May there be a moment at the end of our breath, love for the Prophet in our hearts and faith in God."

"Aaamiin Allaahumma Aamiin." Answer Rohim.

He and Laila were committed that they were servants to their people. There must be a method, a proselytizing that embraces from children, teenagers and parents in a gentle way. So that the people of the prophet in the end of this age know what his figure is. So that the Messenger of Allah's people in the last days may observe the Shari'a of Allah. So that the Prophet's people can have love in his heart for the Prophet. For there will be no going to heaven a servant who has no love for the Messenger of Allah shalallahu alaihi wasallam.

Rohim took his foot out of the bucket below. Laila wiped her husband's leg. Rohim. Sitting right in front of his wife.

With a loving look.

"You sincerely Dik gave up our lives, our journey became a servant to his people the Messenger of Allah?" ask Rohim.

Laila will always shed tears every time there is a discussion about the Messenger of Allah, about the wives of the Prophet. So he held a clear grain in the corner of his eye. Accompanied by Isak crying Rohim's wife said the answer and while crying.

"If the Messenger of Allah alone when the sakaratul death, still show love to us his people. Until willing to ask that enough he who feels the torment when death comes, not his people. How can we whose lives are so much better now because of ease, just busy with our lives Mas. Laila ridho whatever we will do as long as it makes our love for him even greater until the moment of death we are in a state of love for him and Allah subhanallahu wa ta'ala."

Rohim hugged his wife. In Rohim's arms the wife again sobbed.

"Even before he died he was still thinking of his people. That we may have his people interceded, And in his moments through the death squad, he still thinks of us his people. Ummati.. ummati... Hix... hyks..." Laila was crying in her husband's arms. Rohim also felt happy because he had a companion who also loved kanjeng prophet.

The love of Rohim and Laila for the Messenger of Allah is not just love on the lips. When they are in the shalawat assembly, then the event is not just a ceremonial event. But a means to grow the love of those present, of those who listen.

Even their form of love is not to leave the five prayers of time. Because on the sidelines of death came to him. The Prophet was still reminded about not leaving the five prayers. Not only Prayers, Rohim and Laila show that they love the Prophet by always putting forward good manners wherever they are.

The form of love of Rohim and Laila is not from the way they dress but from the morality of the Prophet that they apply in their daily lives. Although sometimes they are only human places of neglect and sin but they have love for the kanjeng prophet Muhammad. They are not busy with world affairs but the afterlife is the goal. They are only trying to make their age useful for the people, especially those who are the Prophet but still do not know the Prophet, have not loved the Prophet. Love is not just on the lips. But love with dzohir and bathin moves in the same direction, as the Prophet taught.