Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 14

Yudi came to shake hands with Al finished performing the congregational Fajr prayer in the village mosque, and praised him, "Your voice is melodious. I feel like I'm praying in Medina."

"Get to Medina?"

"Not yet."

"Do you know where to pray in Medina like that?"

"Channel subscription."

"That means praying on television."

"Direct broadcast from Medina."

"Don't take the parable because it sees there are similarities, even though the quality is jomplang. It is the same as you demeaning the Imam of Medina."

This dawn Al again became an imam because the priest of Rawatib urged him to come forward for the input of worshipers. It was not only Yudi who praised his good reading. Every worshipper who shakes hands with him gives a similar compliment. Mothers pray that Al soon graduated from college and returned home to hear his beautiful voice every day.

"I'm not a religious school, ma'am," Al said. "I went to college in the mines."

"See learning to mine? Why high school if only making mines? Just come to Aki's house, want to learn to make what kind of mine?"

Al smiled a little. "Not a cow mine, ma'am. Mine is a product of the earth."

"A mining scholar can't be a priest?"

"Many are more skilled. In this village not a few young people output pesantren."

"Alah, getting out of the pesantren does not cool the citizens, it even adds to the heat of the situation."

"Mother just prepare a bucket to cool the situation."

"Water quirks mean?"

"Whatever the good mother how."

"You will become an imam in the village mosque. Don't be persuaded by the pesantren's mosque."

There was a sense of disappointment in Al's heart of getting compliments from them. Choosing a priest with the most beautiful voice is a phenomenon that prioritizes taste. He captured the impression of ritual worship such as an entertainment stage, where the audience was stunned and washed away by the sound of the artist's voice.

Al is worried about this custom to match the imam of the pesantren mosque who has a good voice. If so, woe to their prayers.

Many pilgrims do not return home soon. They are waiting for the Dhuha time. Al chose a seat near a pillar, took the Qur'an and prepared to teach.

Imam Rawatib came and handed over the wireless mic. "Wear speakers let everyone hear. I miss hearing the voice of my students as a child."

"Many santri Pak Ustadz. They're more eloquent."

"You're a village idol. They want to hear your voice teach. Rarely do young people who are not pesantren alumni have readings as good as you."

"May I ask Mr. Ustadz for help?"

"What help?"

"My prayers are to be kept away from riya so as not to go bankrupt in the afterlife."

"God willing. I will listen near you while opening up the surah you read."

"That's better, so that the demons don't dare to interfere because there are knowledgeable people near me."

Then Al started reading Surah Ali Imran. The Surah gained prominence in Europe when Russian President Vladimir Putin called on the two parties involved in the civil war in Yemen to come to terms by quoting verse 103. This verse is also relevant for cooling the heated situation in his village.

The prayerful pilgrims stopped and listened to the melodious chants of Al while opening the Qur'an surah Ali Imran. Pamela Bordin to tears remembered how far from the family Ali Imran.

He has tried as much as possible not to be dragged into the morality of the end times, and always prayed to be protected from the sheen of misleading money. He was great by the media and fans with a variety of characters, risking slipping into real misguidance.

Al taught for an hour, then recited together until the time of Dhuha. The beauty of his voice hypnotized worshippers and their tears were recalled of the sins that had been committed. Mr. Haikal even cried bitterly for fear of charges in the next court of the hereafter.

Therefore, there is no intention to take honey, Ma'am Haikal grumbled in his heart. Property accountability is heavy, and a young wife can plunge into hell if she cannot be fair.

He was proud of his son for being able to make this mosque so alive. They did not think that Al was so magical in zikr, even though only following religious activities at the campus mosque, did not go to the boarding school.

"He will be the perfect priest for Vidya" Umi Halimah said happily. "It's not free for my son to go to college in Egypt if he gets a suitable candidate."

"What side?" comments mothers. "Not a level time. Al's a billionaire's son, well, your son's a herder."

"Damn you yes! Dare to insult me!"

"Well, right? It's just like barking, even though it's in a holy place."

"You are the same, too" said the woman sitting next to him. "Already know in the holy place, fishing."

Al came out last and was astonished to see Pamela standing on the porch. "Wait who?"

Pamela smiled seductively. "Wait for my future priest."

He looked back, there was no one, and asked, "Who is the future priest?"

"What asked."

Al picked up the slippers on the daycare rack, then walked down the veranda.

"I want to go home together" Pamela said as she walked beside her. "Once you get in my car."

"I used to walk."

"Well, I told the driver to go home first."

Pamela approached the driver who was waiting next to the car parked in the yard. Then the car left. He returned to Al who had begun to leave the courtyard of the mosque.

They walk on the sidewalk with the sound of vehicles passing on the highway. The sun was already quite hot when it was still early morning.

"You shouldn't walk" said A. "Your skin will be black in the sun."

"I deliberately wanted to be a bit black," Pamela replied. "My skin is too white to look less exotic. I want my skin to be as white as Riany."

Al's heart suddenly clouded to hear that name. All this time he closed the door of the heart of the charm of love of the campus angel because he hoped there was the same longing. He's saving up the wrong miss.

The disappointment has not gone away because of his love of buds before blooming. So he chanted the divine verse and recited until the time of Dhuha to comfort the aridity of his heart.

"You're disappointed that Riany has a husband?" ask Pamela. "You're late for home, it should have been two years ago."

"Their matchmaking happened two years ago?"

"The Arab nobility came two years ago and I don't know exactly when their match was."

Al did not regret what had happened. If he came home at that time not necessarily their arranged marriage. He just needs time to forget his love.

"If only I could take Riany's place, but it's impossible."

"Obviously not possible. They're ta'aruf."

"It means replacing Riany's position in your heart."

Al smiled a little. "So you walk with me?"

"Isn't that possible?"

"There's a reason you think so."

"I heard you're gonna ta'aruf same Vidya."

"The news spread very quickly."

"Umi Halimah spoke at the mosque."

"So that's what makes you impossible?"

"You don't like dangdut artists either."

"Did I say that?"

Pamela looks like she has hope. "So it doesn't matter? I'm willing to close the aurat and present the beauty of my body only to you if the opportunity exists."

"I don't know if the opportunity exists or not. I don't close the door to all the guests, because I don't know how the guests are going to come."

"I wish I was one of those guests, whether you accept it or not."

"I hope you accompany me to breakfast in Lesehan."

They stopped by at a lesehan. Visitors to the culinary area are quite crowded.

A luxury SUV stops by the roadside, from inside the car down Harbi, Riany, and Irma. They walked to one of the lesehan places. They used to have breakfast outside all together with the citizens. Riany sees Al and Pamela chatting while sitting in a lesehan.

Riany suddenly lost her appetite to stop by. "We'll find somewhere else."

"How the hell is it gaje?" irma Protest. "I'm taking you somewhere else you want to come. Now it's changing again."

Riany returned to the car park. "You want breakfast here whatever, I go somewhere else."