Love Bersemi In Turkey
Strange Feelings

Vian went to his room to rest.

I went into my room to see the game I bought. Suddenly I realized something. I forgot Salma's wallet was in my bag. He asked me to take him, and I put him in my bag.

I got up from my seat and went to Vian's room. I didn't knock on the door, I just opened it. I saw him changing clothes. I immediately closed my eyes with both of my hands, I didn't want to see it that way.

"Hm ... Sorry, sorry, I didn't know you were changing. I forgot to knock on your room door, I should have been meng–" I haven't had time to continue my word that long, he's been asking questions.

"What do you want, Sadiya?" tanyakanya. I lowered my face, looking at my own feet. I feel so ashamed.

"May I ... Can I borrow your phone for a second?" my many.

"Yes, yes," he answered briefly, taking his phone on the nightstand and giving it to me.

"Thank you" I said, grabbing the phone from him. Unintentionally, our fingers touched each other. Suddenly a strange feeling spread to my body. What is this feeling? Does he feel the same? Thought. I was misbehaving, and then I got out of his room.

I put my foot into the living room and then I sat on the couch. Just now I'm going to press the call button to call Salma. The phone rings indicating an incoming call. Alex's name was on the phone screen. My heart was moved to receive the call. I immediately shifted the green button on the screen. Someone across there spoke up. I was silent listening.

"Hey, coward! Listen yeah! If you don't give me all those packages and money in two days, I'll take everything you have by force. You won't be able to save yourself. Remember that!"

That voice! That voice was the voice of the creepy man who met me at that time. My feeling was that he was around here, and my hands started shaking while holding the phone. I closed my eyes for a moment, reassuring myself that he wasn't here. He only talks over the phone.

"Why are you quiet, coward?! See if you don't give me everything. I'll take everything you got. Including your beautiful wife!" said it. The phone connection was cut off. I stared at the phone wide. What the hell just happened? Fear came back to haunt my mind. What if he really did something bad to Vian? Should I tell him? Of course, I have to tell him!

I took one leg to Vian's room. But my next move stopped. Ah, naw. I don't need to tell him. I better not tell him first. His condition is not good right now. I'm afraid he'll go back to doing something stupid like that if I add to the problem. Yeah, I'm not gonna tell him now.

***

Today is the second day after the creepy guy called. But I still didn't dare tell Vian. For the last two days I have been reading the book given by the foreign woman. I started to get better after reading the book. I started praying on time, five times a day. And I was so motivated, I no longer considered prayer such a burden for me. I feel this is all thanks to the book I read. I remembered a piece of the book that felt so touching.

"Salat is a remedy for the empty soul, the indecisive mind, and the wounded heart.

Why does my heart not want to linger to enjoy prayer? Ibnul Qoyyim said, "A person whose heart is empty of (remembering) God and the Hereafter will be tested with love for the world. The hardest thing for him was prayer, the one he hated the most was lingering in prayer."

If your life does not make prayer an eraser of sin, then sin will remove the prayer in your life.

If there is a river in front of the house, then bathe there every day five times, how does one feel? Is there any dirt left on his body? Of course not. This is like the virtue of praying five times.

From Abu Hurairah radhiyallahu ‘anhu, he said that Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam bersabda,

“Do you guys, if there was a river near the door of one of you, then he bathed from the river water every day five times, would there be any dirt left even a little?” The companions replied, “There will be no trace of his filth.” He said, “Then that is the parable of prayer five times, with which God takes away sin.”

(CHR. Bukhari 528 and Muslim no. 667)

From Jabir radhiyallahu ‘anhu,

“The five prayer times were like a river flowing abundantly near the door of one of you. He bathes from the river water every day five times.” Al Hasan said, “Of course there is no dirt left (on his body).” (CHR. Muslims no. 668).

The two hadiths above explain the primacy of prayer five times where from the prayer can be obtained forgiveness of sins. But it is with conditions, the prayer is done perfectly qualified, concord, and rules. From the prayer can remove the small sins - according to the jumhur ulama - while the big sins must be with repentance.

A friend once asked the Prophet SAW, “What is the best practice on the side of Allah, O Prophet?” He replied, “It is prayer in time.”

If the feet you have cannot bring you to prayer, then how do you expect them to take you to heaven?

Never miss a prayer. Because there are millions of people in the grave who want to be revived only to bow down to God once more."

Those words made me really aware of the importance of prayer. I hope, someday Vian will do it too.

***

I went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, but there was nothing. I picked up some of the money given by Vian back then. Vian is not home. I decided to go to the supermarket to buy some kitchen necessities.

The front door was open from earlier. I put my foot out. I was really surprised. Suddenly someone held my hand from the side. The other hand quickly closed my mouth. I'm trying to get away from her clutches. I jumped up and kicked my feet in all directions. But it's all for nothing.

"Shut up! Or, I'll kill the one you love!" whisper in my ear. My eyes were wide open and I couldn't breathe anymore. Alex, he's coming!