Love The Bule
The seriousness of bule

In the three-by-four-meter room, Jhon turned his body. I don't know why he couldn't sleep. It was not because of his narrow room, but it was because of a lot he thought about and worried about. Arrived – Jhon arrived restless, he was afraid that the conditions that Tina's father would put forward later was something that he could not fulfill.

This is indeed the nature of man, and Satan will have two things: when man sins and when man is caught in anxiety.

For a long time, John turned his body to the right and left, and then he rose. His long legs swiftly touched the floor. Jhon rubbed his face rough. Somehow he wanted to go to the mosque, last night he prayed together and heard tausyiah from his future father-in-law. Being in there, gives her her own peace of mind.

Incidentally, the distance from Uthman's house and masjd is not far. The mosque was open twenty-four hours. The mosque is also in the middle between the boarding house and the cottage owner's house.

“Mas, Mas. That's Mr Yai's guest where you going?”

John passed Aji and Munah's house which was right next to Ustman's house. Ustman deliberately gave a small house to his assistant.

Aji rubbed his eyes and looked at the window, as his wife did when – arrived to wake up and hear footsteps outside.

“Oah, where is the bule going?” Aji asked back while scratching his neck.

“Ish, the Mas, my guy was asked.”

“Mas also nda tau, Dek,” Aji said. “Ya already, let's go to bed again.”

“Mas, if the bule was to the target how?” ask Munah again.

“People of that size are into sasar.”

“Iyo yo, Mas. kok big guy so. I if you see the bule until you look,” chirped Munah. “The body is big, let alone have it yes, Mas.”

“Hush!” Aji immediately patted his wife's thigh. He knows what his wife means. “Haram imagines having someone who does not belong to your husband.”

“Astaghfirullah. I was just talking, Mas. Nda dehayangin kok.” Munah straightened his words.

Then she went back to sleep with her husband.

Step Jhon arrived at the Mosque.he circulated the view there.The atmosphere was so quiet, there was only one person here and he was the person Uthman entrusted to guard and clean the Mosque.

John looked at the watch on his right hand. Time shows at two o'clock past thirty nights. Time is almost in the third of the night. John saw the man praying right near the pulpit.

Trings

Arrived – arrived Jhon's phone rang and displayed a message. His lips turned on his smile, for the message came with the name of the woman he was fighting for now.

“I know you can't sleep. I know you're restless. Pray Jhon! Kneeling and begging in the third of the night is very soothing. I did the same thing. May we always be given the best.”

Jhon's smile came back. Truly, this was a life journey that John had not imagined at all. He never imagined would be someone this close to religion, because both the past and present religion, Jhon did not deepen it deeply. Jhon is a metropolis man who a day – days only busy by the work of the world. It's just that now, the maturity of age and where his life will go, he began to think. Because he will not stay young forever. Who was the one who accompanied him when he was sick and old? It also began to cram his head. And, for the past two years, Tina has been the woman who made her comfortable. The woman who is always there when she is restless because of the tender that has not been handled, when lonely, even when she is sick.

Therefore, Jhon will fight for Tina to the point of the final blood.

Jhon typed a reply message for the pujaan.

“Iya, Darling. It's also in the mosque now. Mas will pray for us.”

Instantly, Tina's forehead frowned as she read the reply message. “Mas?”

Somehow, arrived – arrived Jhon calling himself Mas call on Tina. Is it because the lover called Al that name?

Tina got out of the bed and went out to get some water. The movement that Tina did was done by Jhon with a different place. Tina wudhu in the bathroom of the house, while Jhon wudhu in the mosque. Tina held her prayer and wore mukena, while Jhon prepared to step into the – male shaf and stand behind the pulpit.

“Allahu Akbar.” Jhon was impregnated and folded his hands together on his chest.

Tina did the same. Tina and Jhon only asked for good, after the bad they had done.

With khusuk, Jhon prayed in almost three thirds of the night. He quite understands the prayers that are done at night like this. Actually, he had learned a lot of knowledge from Ustadz Abdullah, because since reciting the shahada, he also often participated in weekly studies with Alex. However, the pleasures of the world after meeting Tina, made her a little away, until sin invited her to move further away. And now, he wants to go back. His prayer and reading movements have also mastered, although Jhon is still half – half-practice. However, now he wants to live with all his heart, in order to get the idol of the heart.

Although at this time, Jhon's intention is only for the idol of the heart, but later he will feel this calmness for himself, only that Jhon has not realized.

Jhon raised both hands parallel to the shoulders, after performing the night prayer as much as three greetings.

For a long time, Jhon raised his hand without saying anything. He was confused where to start to pray.

“Yes Allah, I just want him.”

Arrived – arrived Jhon crying. He remembered everything he had been through with Tina. Sometimes romantic and more often not. In the past, Jhon was so ignorant, maybe this trait also made Grace turn away. Because he admitted, Jhonny more supple, easy to get along with, and humorous. Very different from him who is not much talkative, not humorous, and a workaholic. Jhon also admitted that he loved work more than a couple.

“Yes Allah, I just want him.” Jhon again pleaded with the same plea and was a bit of a coercor.

Tina's face arrived – arrived present in her shadow as she cried and closed in the middle of the prayer. He imagined the patient face of Tina and the face that could never be angry, his shame sucks.

“Yes Allah, please make it easy for me to reach it. Aamiin.” John closed his prayer with that word.

The activity that Jhon did was the same as the activity that Tina did. Tina also wants the same thing as Jhon, only Tina's prayer this time is not forcing. He just asked to be given the best.

After the evening prayer, Jhon was just drowsy. And he fell asleep in the mosque.

“Yes, this is your guest Mr. Yai.”

“Masya Allah ngguanteng temen.”

“Creation of the true God.”

The discordant voice of the female santri who glanced forward was heard. Santri another man who served this morning adhan also immediately approached Uthman. Coincidentally, Uthman always came to the mosque fifteen minutes before the adhan reverberated.

“Pak Yai, his guest bule Pak Yai sleeps in the mosque,” said one of the santri on Uthman when the middle-aged man was about to step foot into the mosque for dawn prayers.

“What?”

“Yes, Mr. Yai. Masya Allah.”

Uthman stepped up quickly. He wanted to prove that fact. Again – again, Jhon became the center of attention.

Sure enough, Jhon was cowering on a green carpet. Then, Uthman crouched down and looked at that face. He saw a great deal of strength there.

“Alright, I will consider you on one condition only,” Uthman said in his heart.

And that one condition he will say after breakfast.