Love Johanna
Section 21

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 21...

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"Yaaa .. in vain. Why do you, same Chinese cheater? Hi-hi."

The man snorted. The answer is then, "What is the name of worship, yaaa .. nothing is wasted, Mas. Even though what we love is a doer. Allah is All-Good and He always loves those who do good. Remember, yes ..not just His servant, but all mankind. He who obeys, he who denies, he who is Muslim or he who is infidel, Allah always promises multiple rewards. Back to our original intentions, sincere? I do, don't I? Life is easy, so what makes it complicated, anyway?!"

"Long talk, Bang. Kayak khutbah Friday.'

"It's up to you!"

Murmured the owner of the shop while stroking the chest, "Astaghfirullah .. why so on su'udzon begono, anyway? Suwe dah warung saiyah dipake ngegibah."

That is the way life is in the present day. Sometimes people prefer to talk boisterously about the ugliness, but when finding valuable sentences full of advice, not infrequently even mocked and viewed as something tacky, holy-spirited, and even, or even idioms of some kind; owners of heaven's plots, doomsday committees, and others.

While the visitors at the place of the meal was warmly discussing, Johanna herself had long moved away from there after thanking and saying goodbye to leave. As a minority, for him it is not new to accept and hear such scorn. The idea for some people, why a religion seems to be embraced only by one or two ethnic groups. Though God creates a variety of differences, of course, has a certain purpose and purpose. One of them is to determine a group of chosen servants. As the devil created it to test the obedience of a people.

A moment later, the Echoes of the Azan Duhur echoed across the sky. Mutually simple from one place to another to remind Muslims to immediately fulfill the Divine call, namely fulfilling one of the obligations of worship between five times.

"Alhamdulillah ..." Johanna murmured while searching for the source of the closest sound. He immediately sped up the pace while carrying a large plastic package containing clothes and a clean set of prayer equipment. Fortunately, his meeting with Maesaroh a few days later, equipped Hanna with a number of new and more human clothes.

"It just so happens that I have a few sets of clothes" said Maesaroh at the time, after Hanna asked him to stop right in an alley the size of a large vehicle to the residence of Aunt Chika. "It would be my love as a gift for friends and neighbors at home, but .. see the condition of this Mbak now, it seems I want to prioritize his interests Ms. Hanna."

Initially Hanna intended to refuse, but Maesaroh's insistence finally collapsed as well.

After circling looking around, the girl also found —again— a small break that was filled only by him and an old man. The figure was also heard echoing the azan with a raucous voice and far from the melodious meaning.

After a long wait, not a single citizen had come there. Except for both of them.

"May I impregnate you?" ask Hanna before performing the prayer. The man looked at wonder. "This Young Man ... Who, huh?" He squinted his eyes to clarify the vision that had been reduced by age. "I don't think it's the people around here."

Hanna smiled behind her face, then replied, "I happened to be this way, sir. All going to pray."

"Oohh."

"No, but I always hope there are many other pilgrims lined up here to fill the saf-saf prayers" he said sad. "The situation is always this, except for the time of Magrib and Isha. That's also because there are some small children who learn to teach here."

Hanna nodded in understanding.

Islam is the majority religion that is widely embraced by the population in this country. But from the fact that it is revealed, precisely the houses of worship are often struck by silence and lack of number of worshipers at almost every prayer time. More importantly, the seeds of the younger generation of future religious leaders, even more memorized the lyrics of songs than the recitation of prayers and a collection of holy verses of the Quran.

Finally, in the midst of the crowded hustle and bustle of the surrounding residential area, only Hanna and the old man were there until after the Duhur prayer service. Then after asking permission first on the figure, the girl with narrow eyes was silent inside the Lugar. Think as much as he can and memorize. Then reflect on the uncertain future life travel plans. Not how long, tired sleep in a sitting position, still wrapped in a complete cloth of mucus all over the body.

Some time later he woke up again, when he heard the sound of someone breaking his forehead. "Son .. wake up, son."

"Eeum." Hanna squirms great. Stretch joints that feel stiff after walking far non-stop. "Astaghfirullah .. Father?"

The old figure who had been worshipping Duhur salat again greeted him. "You're still here apparently, son," he said softly.

"What time is this, sir?"

"It's almost Ashar's time."

"Yes, God!"

"Wake up .." said the old man as he stepped towards the pulpit, where a set of loudspeakers was located. "I want Azan Ashar first."

Hanna blinked for a moment. Trying to focus his suddenly somewhat clouded view. Plus the feeling of dizziness excites the entire head as soon as it wants to rise from sitting.

'Yes, Allah ... What's wrong with me?' batting the girl in between teetering steps. 'It hurts so much this head.'

In a dazed condition, Hanna still forced herself to walk towards the place of wudu. When he arrived outside, he stood hunched over like he was doing a rukuk movement. Slowly the dizziness is reduced and began to continue the steps even though it is somewhat lame. The other pain is not only coming from the head, but also the stomach. Maybe due to the day before not finding food, he thought.

Like the time of Duhur earlier, the Asar prayer was only the two of them in the Langgar. There did not appear additional figures or new faces about to fulfill the obligation. The tiny house of worship remains silent even though I see the azan often echoed.

After performing the congregational Asar prayer, then Hanna said goodbye to continue the journey. He didn't know which way to go. But determination remained whispered to avoid as far as possible from the residence of his parents, especially from Jonathan the Papa.

Arising in the girl's mind, this is the bitter journey of her life in maintaining a final choice. Become a different figure among his own family environment and automatically become the most hated party there. Until then the stroke of fate said another now, thrown forcibly to wade through the vast sea without certainty. Like a swing of an uneyed step.

...SERIATE...