Love Johanna
Section 8
...LOVE JOHANNA...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 8...
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It is not too difficult to find the place in question. Being in the middle of a majority community, mosque buildings, musala, violators, and/or the like are very easy to find everywhere. Even in the same RT-scope, two to three houses of worship stand as firm as they are competing. However, such phenomena are often not balanced with the quantity of worship, lined up neatly and beautifully, behind the prayer priest. If routine, always filled by the owner of the old look and old age. So where are the young candidates for religious succession now? I don't know. How shiny.
Thankfully, Johanna finally found a small musala located right in the middle of the local residence. Although unable to enter because the door was locked, he chose to lie on the back porch near the area to fetch water. Although the floor is quite dry and looks dirty dusty, but can still be inhabited for a while. Breech with the occasional pessimistic smell is inhaled pungently from the direction of the restroom there. But the girl didn't care much about him. Most importantly now he was in a safe place, he thought further.
Before closing her eyes, Johanna opened the damp cloth and hung it on a nail stuck on the wall area wudu earlier. It seems that if it is deliberately made there to hang something, such as a peci or skull for those who want to wash. The girl hopes that tomorrow it will dry up again and ready to be used again to perform the Fajr prayer. Then sat down and leaned back against the wall of the musala and began to try to fall asleep.
It was not easy to go through the night quietly. Cold weather and mosquito disturbances often force Johanna to stay awake in almost all of the time travel. Saddened? Sure oes. But not because his condition is now so alarming, but remembered his family. Especially Mama Hanna herself.
“Maafin Hanna, Ma,” Johanna muttered between chills as she bent her knees and hugged her tightly to warm her chest. ‘Hanna sober, someday ... Papa and Mama will definitely find out what Hanna has been hiding all along. Ready or not, Hanna must be willing to face it. It was already a risk on Hanna's own choice ..’
For a moment the girl looked to her right. Such a state of silence, a little raises another imagination in the head. Moreover, the nearby room is only illuminated by a small low-power incandescent lamp. Very contrary to what has been obtained in the home of parents.
‘Tomorrow Hanna will try to ask Aunt Chika for help. Who knows, maybe ..’
“No, Hanna. Excuse me. Aunty can not help you,” said Aunt Chika the next day met.
“Tante?” The girl was surprised because the response of her brother was not in line with expectations. “Why, Aunt?”
Aunt Chika turned her gaze from Hanna in the other direction with quivering lips, like she was holding back an outpouring of sadness. Said the woman answered her nephew's question, “You know for yourself ‘kan, how hard is your Papa's attitude, Hanna?” Then he looked down while playing with his own fingers. “From childhood, Aunt never dared to fight or deny the orders of Kak Atan.”
Pupus is Hanna's hope of getting help from Aunt Chika. The only closest relative, as well as the last of his father's family lineage.
“Semalem Papamu calls Aunt,” added Aunt Chika continued her speech. “She's suffering all about you, Hanna. Including what made your Papa that angry and drove you.”
“So Aunt can't help Hanna at all?” The girl's heart was still sore. He was answered slowly by his aunt. “Ya, Allah ...”
“Hanna ...” Suddenly Aunt Chika looked back at her nephew while holding both shoulders of the girl. “Tante is very dear to you, but ..”
“But what, Aunt?”
The woman's eyes grew more and more teary.
“But Aunt is more afraid of your Papa, dear. Aunty does not dare to refuse orders Kak Atan to not give any help to you. Aunt apologized. Hiks .. hiks.”
Hanna gulped. His throat suddenly felt dry and the taste of saliva was like turning bitter. He understood his tantalizing feelings. What you want to say, is indeed the journey of life story that must be lived now.
“Maafin Aunt yes, Hanna. If can Aunt give advice ..” The woman's words stopped for a moment. He seemed hesitant to say what he was thinking. Worried that it would offend his nephew.
After swallowing saliva, Aunt Chika then replied, “Back like before, Hanna, so you can return to live with family. Pity Your Mom and Dad.”
“Aunte Means ... Hanna ...”
“Leave what you believe now, Hanna. Return to be a servant of God—“
“Now!” knock Hanna out immediately. “Hanna couldn't have done it, Auntie!”
“Hanna ...” reply Aunt Chika cuckold. “This is all for your own good too, dear. For the sake of your family, your Papa-Mama, and your brother Andrew.”
“Tante?”
“You yes, Darling? You want ‘kan ngelakuinnya?”
Hanna did not answer.
“Again .. there is no benefit for you, believing in a religion that is not a belief in our ancestors, Hanna.”
The girl nodded sadly.
“Tante also does not want, this very dear Aunt nephew ... someday turned into a vile man, a murderer, a messengers, *******, or maybe ... become a lustful man who glorifies the understanding of polygamy adultery.”
“Stop, Aunt,” said Hanna was sad. “No more such words, Aunt.”
“Why? In fact it is like that ‘kan, the religion you believe in today, Hanna?”
Hanna shook her head again, then said, “No, Aunt. That's not true at all. Islam is not like that. What Auntie said earlier, it was the biggest slander Hanna often heard before Hanna found out the truth about the religion Hanna believes today, Auntie.”
Aunt Chika frowned. “How can you know the truth of your new religion, while you yourself have just been a follower?” he said it was like he was trying to shake Hanna's faith. “Trust, Hanna ... Auntie already knows more about it than you are this young.”
“That's because Aunt judged with Aunt's eyes,” replied Hanna was trying to be patient. “Not with heart and mind.”
“Tante argues using logic, Hanna. The proof, not only Aunty doang who knows the rottenness of the Muslims. Aunty friends, Aunty family .. including your own Papa, also-”
“It! It!”
“That's what you mean?”
Tandas Hanna explained, “Nah, that's who Hanna meant that Auntie judged Islam was only from the eyes. Outlooks. Not by using heart and mind.”
...SERIATE...