Love Johanna
Section 55

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...By: David Khanz...

...Section 55...

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Since then, Andrew has been keeping a close eye on Johanna's activities while they are at home. Not infrequently, the boy deliberately took the time to wake up before dawn, just to watch his brother's movements. Instead of sleeping in his own room, he more often holds a mattress in the family room. The goal of course wants to ensure that at the time before dawn, the target is targeted out of the room and go to the back room.

"The Muslim is willing to pray, mandatory ablution first, Ndrew," said one friend in his neighborhood, when questioned. "The ablution ..washing the face, hands, feet, hair, ears, nose, and gargling that begins with intention."

"Emang kudu always 'that's it, huh?" asked Andrew seraya mangosteen.

"Yes, that's!"

But one time, the figure being watched did not behave suspiciously. Waiting up to five times a day, Johanna cuek did nothing. Even Maghrib was watching television with his mother, Mama Lilian.

'Weird, how come it's been over five days, Hanna never went back and forth to the bathroom again, huh? 'Kan, usually also so every time when it's ajan.' Ask the young man questions, and then get answers from the same friend at a later time. "Ooohh, especially for girls .. Usually like dispensation, Ndrew!"

"Dispensated? Dispensers 'you mean?" andrew was shocked. "Lunatic you! Wudu time use gallon water?"

"Who said dispensers? The heat!" grute friend. Then he continued saying, "The cave dispensation said as well. Dispensation means lightening. Especially for girls who have already got mens or come months."

"Oohhh. Continue ... continue?"

"Okay parking lot minimarket aja lu, keep 'mulu?"

"Udah! Clearly just! No need to hack your macem-macem!"

"Yes .. yes! Caving, yak?" his friend Andrew is back. "Well, if again mens it .. girls can not pray alias holidays first, about .. usually anyway, for a week."

"Ooohh, 'that?" Andrew mangosteen. 'Kok, really yes, the same condition of the cave brother yesterday?'

"What's the matter, you wonder? Want to be your convert? Or ... lest your brother be that, huh?"

"Have you! Yeah, don't!"

It is not enough to just wonder, Andrew secretly investigated himself. Unbeknownst to Papa Jonathan and Mama Lilian, she sneaks into Johanna's room while her brother is not home. As a result, the boy found several reading books about Islam. Hidden among a pile of other books.

'Jeez!" andrew was shocked. 'Is it possible that Brother Hanna has converted to Islam? It's grim! So dangerous! Can't be banned! Papa should know! Got to!'

'Eh, but .. If Kak Hanna makes a kayak alesan that Mama said yesterday, can Papa still believe?' Think then about the boy. 'Gua should be able to prove it directly! Got to! Let Mom and Dad believe! H-he!'

Meanwhile, Johanna who had not been left so long ago disappeared by Reychan, her mind was in turmoil. He was careless to the point of hiding what he should have been avoiding all this time from the family. Especially Andrew. Not only reading books about the Islamic world, even the cloth mukena was found by his sister. So the more convinced he was that Johanna had indeed become a Muslim.

So, without arousing suspicion from the rest of the house, for several days Andrew looked for an opportunity to catch his brother. Until one evening, unexpected events occurred. He managed to deceive Johanna ….

“Ma! Pa! Come here quick! Look at that Brother Hanna, Ma-Pa!”

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim ..." - Johanna sighed as she wiped away the tears. He sniffed his own sedan if he remembered the incident. A lifetime, only then did one feel how furious a father was towards his daughter. There was no mercy accompanying the voice of Jonathan. Instantly, it was the tones of hatred that erupted violently along the breath.

Johanna felt herself as if she had never expected to be born to that loved one. Trampled under the appearance of a lump of unclean carcass. Humiliated like a pile of useless rotten garbage. Even his life was almost lost. Was that the figure of a father at that time?

Still remembered at the end of the life of a Jonathan was about to exhale the remnants of the last breath, Johanna tried to resuscitate and lead her father to say two sentences of shahada. But the old man still refused and stared back in wrath.

"Follow what Hanna says, Pa" whispered Johanna near her father's earlobe. "God willing, we will gather together again before God. Jannah's waiting for us, Pa."

"Repeat, Pa. Ash hadu alla ilaa ha illaah .. Come on, Pa, sayin."

"Aarrgghhh …."

"Wa ash hadu anna muhammadarrasuulullah …."

"Aarrgghhh …."

In a helpless condition, Jonathan's fingers appeared to move weakly to grip. Maybe he wanted to clench, then throw a hard fist into his daughter's face.

Repeatedly Johanna tried and tried to lead her father's mouth to pronounce the two sentences of monotheism, so long as it was just a creepy moan coming out of Jonathan's mouth. Until finally, the figures of Aunt Chika and Mama Lilian appeared to be caught.

"Jeez, Johanna! What are you doing with Atan?" exclaims Jonathan's younger brother, immediately hunt down and keep Johanna from his brother's side.

"Aarrgghhh …."

The old man's eyes glared at his daughter. Johanna immediately splashed —fear— hugged Mama Lilian.

"Bad you're Hanna!" aunt Chika's voice understood the meaning of Jonathan's gaze towards Johanna just now. "You must have done something inappropriate for Atan, right?"

"Calm down, Chika," said Mama Lilian trying to resuscitate her sister-in-law's anger. She herself could barely stem the tears as soon as she saw her husband's condition.

"But Hanna has done something rude, sister!" tuding Aunt Chika while pointing at her nephew's face. "You're too much, Hanna! You're outrageous!"

Aunty Chika's arms swayed and prepared to float against Johanna's cheeks. But deftly Mama Lilian immediately restrained and brushed hard.

"Enough, Chika! Stop that!" johanna's mother snapped.

"But Hanna—"

"I said enough too! Stop that!" mama Lilian came back with a loud voice crying her eardrums. "You know you hurt my son, I'm gonna thicken with you, Chika!"

"Ohhhhh!" aunt Chika's screams are upset.

"God! What's the matter?" Andrew's figure was only present in the treatment room as soon as he heard the commotion. "Mama! Auntie! Brother Hanna!"

"Shut up, Andrew! You don't know what your brother did to Atan!" yelled Aunt Chika hysterically.

Yet it seems Andrew doesn't want to care about what Aunt Chika says. The boy's view actually leads to the figure of his father, Jonathan.

"Father! Papaa!" exclaimed Andrew as he rushed to the side of the sickle bed.

Jonathan was silent. Not moving at all. Both of his eyes widened upward with the large opening of his mouth. There were no signs of life once the old body's pulse was touched. No one realized the previous condition because the figures there were busy partying wrath.

"Rapa!"

"Rapa!"

"But Ataannn!"

"Rapa!"

...SERIATE...