Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 41

Lukman Firmansyah's. Al's playmates since childhood but often go unnoticed, because the person rarely speaks. If recorded, the words that came out of his mouth to this day may not have reached one volume.

Lukman is Al's only rich little friend, from a humble and generous family.

Lukman is often bullied because of his slurred tongue. Al is his protector. He doesn't like them playing physically. Humiliating the Creates.

Fearing bullying, Lukman rarely spoke. This habit carries over into adulthood. So quiet man.

Al hardly remembers Lukman going to Umrah if not staying one room. His mouth rarely spoke. The hands are finished. Chatting day night. I don't know who.

When Al entered the room, Lukman stood by the glass window, watching the crowd at the Grand Mosque. Waiting for a second to see the phone is like waiting for a reply. Looks restless.

Lukman only glanced back when Al put the grocery bag on the table.

"Tin's the same ajwa," said Al. "If you want to take it."

"Thank you."

Once again Lukman saw the screen of the phone. He typed something. Al doesn't care anymore, takes a pillow and sleeps back.

Al needed to get up quickly, then it took an uncomfortable position. If he sleeps on his back like Nidar, he worries about a soft mattress shirking from obligation, late Dhuhur. He should arrive an hour early if he wants to pray in the thawaf area.

When Al woke up, Lukman was still standing by a busy window with his phone. Nidar sleeps fast.

Al went to shower. The warm air shower refreshes the body, then takes a towel on the towel rack, dries the body, and comes out.

After neatly dressed, Al blew Nidar's ears, the habit of waking up if his friend fell asleep in the dangau.

Nidar's awake. "Yes plates?"

"Ready-prepared."

Nidar got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. While Al picked up the zam zam bottle on the table and gulped it down. Eating ajwa three seeds. Drink again.

Riany to worry Al rarely eat. But he was confident in what was eaten in this blessed city. Bukhari rice part of it stopped by Nidar's stomach. That one friend is wearing a sack.

Nidar is the one who carries the least money, so buying souvenirs is not enough. There is no preparation. Al does not let his friend lack.

"Daughter of Hassa" Lukman murmured as he looked out the glass window.

Princess Hassa is the youngest child of King Salman from his first wife Sultana, who inherited a distinctly Arab beauty.

"Lagi melak delirious," Al quipped. "Eleff."

"Every word of mine ends with Istighfar."

"God willing."

"Baarakallahu laka fiih." Lukman read the incoming chat, typed in a reply for a bit, then his eyes were thrown again out the window. "Princess Hassa this week is coming home from Avenue Foch Paris."

"Seek ussie together?"

"Daughter of Hassa doesn't stop at Haram."

"Sit's on your HP?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Chatting-an?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mazing."

"Princess Hassa lecturer at King Fahd University."

"Know."

"I went to college there."

"Know."

"There's a duty to the students."

"Well, this I don't know. The job of being a tombal king?"

"You know I'm not good at seducing."

And want to get Princess Hassa, Al thought. Dream time. You're just a prince from the village.

Al worry Lukman fantasize with Princess Hassa, then send a chat seduction because she is good at writing beautiful words, not aware that the chat sent is the king's daughter. Then he's restless. Or Lukman fantasizing with Riany? Princess Hassa was just trying to trick her thieves?

Riany looks more sexy and natural charm with ihram makeup without niqab.

Athaghfirullah, screeched Al. On this holy land, he had defiled the mind with the beauty of his future wife, and was prejudiced against Lukman. There is a lot of dams to be paid.

But suspect it is difficult to disappear since Al officially became the candidate of imam Riany, because the girl has not told anything about Lukman.

Riany and Lukman are one school from Elementary to High School, a special school for the rich because the pay is exorbitant, and they are legit. New college split but still one country. Riany in Medina, Lukman in Riyadh.

Al first saw Lukman during the manasik. Just a moment because Lukman needs a lot.

The two friends now meet every day on the 33rd floor of Makkah Clock Royal Tower.

"Well, good," call Oma from outside the room.

"Yes, Oma." Al walked to the door.

"Make lunch I order a two-part rice bath," said Nidar finished putting a turban on his head, trailing Al. "You're having lunch later?"

"No."

"Well, the rice bath?"

Al took 1,000 riyals out of the bag, handed over to Nidar. "Message what you like. Otherwise the message, the menu is monotonous."

Al opened the door. Outside is waiting for the group.

"Where's lukman?" ask Riany.

Al turned his head into the room, Lukman came out of the bathroom was done brushing his teeth, was neatly dressed.

"Riany asked to be together" said Al.

"It's always been together." Lukman walked out of the room. "You're not conscious."

"Not slept?" ask Riany.

"difficult."

"I don't take responsibility for being sick."

"Who's asking for responsibility?"

"Continue looking for the doctor yourself?"

Because he was busy accompanying Oma, Al's attention was lacking for the group, especially them. He did not expect them to be so familiar. Not awkward even if he is. Riany inexhaustibly preached Lukman all the way to the Grand Mosque. Attention he never got.

The group did not force themselves to thawaf sunah in the scorching sun. They pray tahiyyatul mosque in Ismail gate area is very crowded. From this door came the mayit that was to be led away. They like to scramble to lift the mayit, especially the martyrs.

The group must protest if they know the door is where the mayit comes. In the village, do not compete to lift the mayit, kandas through the yard just go straight into the house, afraid.

Whether the entourage is concerned or there is Lukman at his side, Riany chose the tahiyyatul mosque prayer with Lukman and Irma guarded because many people pass by. The head can be stepped on prostration if not blocked.

Oma goes with Al to the thawaf area. "Thawaf is bigger because it is heavier than the tahiyyatul mosque."

Scorching sun stabbing head in thawaf moment. Each round of Oma drinks zam zam. Some carry umbrellas or cover their heads with a turban. Al's head was left unprotected.

In the heat of the sun, Al's feet felt cold touching the thawaf floor of the crystal-white thassos marble.

This marble is imported in the form of chunks from Northern Greece, then processed by experts so that high-quality thassos marble, can reflect heat.

While reverberating the Adhan, Al delivered Oma to the door of Ishmael joining the entourage. Although Dhuhur is not long because of reading short surahs, Oma can not be roasted by the sun.

Al continued the sunah thawaf. When iqamah reverberated, he was part of the Yamani pillar.

Finish Dhuhur prayer, continue mayit prayer. Al sprayed his head and face with zam zam water then takbir. His prayer is not like the prayer of Umar bin Khattab who was able to end two rakaat Fajr without feeling 6 double-edged knife stabs. Al felt the heat of the sun.

After praying, Al touched the Yamani pillars, praying softly, "O Allah, my solemnity is not the solemnity of the ambiyas, companions, tabi'ut tabiin, kyai, ustadz. If you do not accept my prayer all this time, then woe to me."

Al immediately got up because the people had started thawaf again. He followed the thawaf with each round step further away from the Kaaba so it is not difficult to get out. Then he went to Ishmael's door and found Oma among the Hindustani women. Riany and the troupe are not there.

Al did not dare to enter because of the crowded female spot. Oma ended the reading. He came to his grandson while he was holding the Qur'an.

"Riany said goodbye just now, said she couldn't keep up, had less rest and hadn't had lunch."

Al saw Riany go with Lukman. He didn't see the group. Maybe go first.

"Riany wants to wait for you, but Lukman is hungry. So he came home. He looks so tired."

"The report doesn't need to be complete, Oma. There is no reward."

"Who said?"

Al smiled a little.

"Oma to khatam Al-Qur'an in the Grand Mosque, you don't mind, good light?"

"No."

"Wait where?"

"We moved on the green pillar."

"Rubber, good light. If you sleepy just go to the zam zam faucet."

"If sleepy is rest, Oma. Each prayer is one juz. A lot of time."

"Oma wants to khatam twice, good light."

"Take the condition."

"Capek is accompanying Oma?"

"No."

"Zam zam and 7Days make Oma fit."

"The Father of God."

"Surely."

They walked in the hallway of the spot that was not too crowded, then sat in the area of the green pillar. Oma began to teach. Al activates the phone and teaches.

The voice of the people who teach with various naghoom; bayati, shaba, hejaz, nahawan, rast, jiharkah, and sika. Naghoom is popular in many nations.

Naghoom for Al is not important, tajwid and makhraj are preferred. But no more, he did not wear pelog or salendro. What does the world say?

Wayang golek only has the pakem. Semar's voice was replaced by Bon Jovi's, or Gatotkaca's voice was replaced by Lady Gaga's. True enriching khasanah, but severely depleted.

Unless the Prophet was born in Pantura, Al use the Jaipongan or dangdut style. Name of his letter Wangsit Pajajaran, Goyang Dombret, and a Cup of Coffee.

Athaghfirullah, screeched Al. Because Lukman's my brain's a complete wreck!