Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 05's

Just a few hours at home, Al had already felt the difference.

The house is luxurious but does not lavish life in it. Rich suspicion and poor togetherness.

They seek pleasure on their own, leaving behind a long-established value of togetherness.

Opa and Jennifer return to Jakarta to get ready for Dubai. Two different lovebirds of that age had just had a honeymoon because they waited for a cool atmosphere. The storm will not break in Oma's heart. He's just holding back. Shame stormy in old age.

Dad playing badminton under suspicious Mom. The field is near Fatimah's house. He seemed to not believe that the natural charm possessed can bind the loyalty of the husband. So he sent the gardener to report every incident no matter how small. It did not occur to him that the spy could have betrayed him.

Arya went nowhere. He had been busy chatting since the afternoon, and finished praying Isya immediately left on his motorbike.

Al was worried that his brother was falling into a free association. Then it was sent a chat in order to preserve the honor of the family. The motorbike alley will be over if his advice is not heeded.

Al sat back in the park chair watching the meatballs across the street.

The pleasant aroma carried by the wind slightly reduces the dry season. Moonlight coyly slipped among the streetlights lined up neatly along the sidewalk, greeting the colorful light emanating from the homes of the residents. The hills appear blackened in the distance. Then the vehicle enlivened the night. Make the eyes look at.

Al did not know the visitors who came in and out of the store. I also read business opportunities. This village began to be crowded with urbanites.

"Mom thinks you're taking your sister for a walk." Ma'am Haikal who was about to control the tavern stopped by and sat down in front of him. "See the view at night."

"Look at the ghost of heaven."

"The ghosts are descended from the tree, the dedemit loses it. Built supermarkets, discotheques, karaoke, where humans haunt."

Every development must be a victim, whether the environment or what. It is difficult to accommodate all desires and realize them in one goal. The village is not moving forward. The village government has taken policies in accordance with local wisdom.

"Our plantation in the neighboring village has begun to be glimpsed by developers" said Bu Haikal.

"For what project?"

"Golf field."

Golf courses in the middle of the village can cause social jealousy if there is less socialization. Not only is the cowherd a place to profit. He hopes people will be good spectators. It is better to be able to play an active role in any development, because their education is on average not low.

"Is there a plan for sale?" ask Al to know.

"There," replied Ma'am Haikal. "Dad again looking for alternative land. A portion of the proceeds from the sale of the estate's land will be invested in other ventures."

"What do you do to have so much money?" al's comments seemed to disagree with the plan. "The richer the heavier the responsibility in the afterlife."

"Make your future. I'm not sure Arya can get a job that can meet her needs."

Arya again, thought Al jemu. His sister's life is like a celebrity. All branded clothing. Motor is not enough. Stick with Dad, ask Opa. Yesterday I bought a sports car as a birthday present. He did not know that giving was a mode. Opa seeks support for Jennifer to be accepted into the family.

"Where is Arya going now?" search Al. "The child is not at home at all."

"Say there's a worm."

"Chatting."

"By the napkins."

"Nge-date. Very far."

"What the hell is that?”

This is ridiculous Arya. He uses slang to deceive parents. For him the important thing is to get permission to go play.

Al looked at his mother in disbelief. "Mom doesn't know what's up to date, but is allowed to go?"

"Mother Sunday night love independence."

"Dating too?"

"The principle is that I do not mind, as long as it does not interfere with school, and importantly clean courtship.”

“Dating what cleaning service use net term all?”

"Mommy already knows whose boyfriend, how his family. Contact number is. That's the condition if you want to get permission from Mom."

Then Ma'am Haikal looked at his son with a glance. "What do you ask? Do you have a candidate?"

"Girlfriend-to-be?"

"The final student of the prospective boyfriend? Wife-to-be!"

Al rubbed his head. “Where ya?”

"Important one group."

"One religion time."

"Not enough.” Ma'am Haikal watched his son back and forth. "Mom was suspicious. I noticed you can't escape from ablution."

“Good right?”

“Since when was it?”

“Since there was intention.”

“What intention?”

“Cannot be separated from the remembrance should be.”

“Think can be released if the heart is not holy.”

“And start from purifying the body?”

“Betul.”

“Terus?”

“In a dirty body it is difficult to implant a clean heart. Wudhu is the hijab of the world. If the behavior is so-so, it means there's nothing with the wudhunya."

“Besides?”

“Keeing from the afterlife also.”

“Means?”

“Worship is not because of God, but there is a mediocre interest."

“What else?”

"I want to be called God in a state of holiness."

Ma'am Haikal was shocked. His eyes looked closely.

“How wonderful it is if in a fasted state as well," said Al hope. "Died in a state of glory."

"Well, good," said Ma Haikal. His eyes turned soft. "What's the matter exactly? What disease do you have?”

Al looked not understanding. “Means Mother?”

"What's the matter of dying? You're young, good. The only hope of Mother who sincerely takes care of Mom if it's decrepit later."

"Dead don't wait old. Dead can be at any time."

"If you could go first."

Al smile. "Whoever can go first. I'm perfectly healthy. Don't have any disease.”

The unrest on Ma'am Haikal's face melted away. Again he watched his son go back and forth.

“What else, Mom?” look at Al patiently.

"Your other looks. Pants on heels. You're in their group?"

"What class?"

“The palace began to be widely used by young people of the village.”

“Means nge-trend.”

“Nge-trend what? The enemy of the people!"

“Kok can?”

"Radical islam."

Al smiled a little. "Panty model has nothing to do with a certain understanding or class. It's culture, the point is to close the aurat. Al wear pants so as not to be exposed to street dust, which is not necessarily holy. It's dry season. Al often walks and prays in any mosque when the time comes."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Remove that assumption."

"What assumptions?"

"Islam is Islam. There are no frills. The term only makes people compartmentalized. Radical is a term for a certain group that takes a hard line and is contrary to the existing life order. So the guy's a radical, not his religion."

"The village chief called it that."

"He looked at the plurality aspect that exists, Muslims are different groups, so they can be clearly identified."

"So don't link certain behaviors to certain religions?"

"Rubber. Al worry Ibu founded Islam waru doyong because of the behavior of a handful of citizens who gave offerings on haunted waru trees. They will give offerings please, but do not be forced to be recognized by religion."

Ma'am Haikal returned to the original question. "So you don't have a candidate yet?”

“Mother any candidates?” Al asked back.

“What matches the village girl?”

“I'm a village.”

Suddenly Al regretted giving his mother a chance. What if the choice doesn't match?

Thank goodness there was no candidate.

“On campus no choice?”

Al smiled, making his mother curious.