Love The Bule
Istidraj

John glanced at his wife. “That, his father Al?”

Tina nodded.

“Bi.” Zahra pulls the lower end of her husband's koko.

Abid also looked.

“God shows his power, Bi,” says Zahra again.

Abid speechless. No. gabe. He never prayed badly for Mustofa, although his attitude made his head want to break because it had to raise large funds in a short period of time.

At the police station, Abdullah appeared to accompany his brother who was down. Although not blood, a long enough friendship makes them like brothers.

Mustofa has been in a party for a long time. He is also running for legislature. However, his tongue which is not much different from the wife, actually dropped himself.

“Abdullah, give all santri – santrimu who are law graduates to defend me,” Mustofa said there.

Abdullah nodded. Among their friendship, now that Mustofa has indeed lived Abdullah.

“Ya, quiet. I will help whatever I can,” Abdullah replied.

Mustofa looks panicked. “I don't want to be in jail, Abdullah.”

“Propa. Many – many istighfar,” replied Abdullah again, trying to calm his best friend.

There, Al tries to negotiate with the officers. He asked for the arrest of his father, considering that what he did was not a criminal. However, Mustofa was entangled in – ITE laws and led the public to hate one of the state officials who was being promoted to be governor in his area.

“I don't want to be in jail, Abdullah. No. gabe. What am I wrong? I'm not a criminal. I am the owner of the boarding house,” Mustofa said again.

Abdullah sat down in front of Mustofa and breathed a rough breath. “It is precisely because of that, God reminds you, Gus.”

“Everything that happens at his will. There is no meaningless event. Accept this fate with good luck. Renungi, what are the mistakes you have made.” Abdullah added his sentence, because as a friend, he is obliged to remind Mustofa who is getting older, increasingly different.

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Kata – said Abdullah directly pierced the deepest recesses of Mustofa's heart.

“Everyone is always given a test. There is a test of distress and there is pleasure. And, without you knowing it, all this time God tested you with pleasure.”

“And we know him with Istidraj,” continued Abdullah made Mustofa speechless.

Mustofa knew one word Abdullah said.

At once, Mustofa remembered his mistake in others, especially in the family of his own best friend, Uthman. Without him knowing, he was already dzolim with – orphans' children. First to Tina, so not wanting to beat blind, she could not come on the wedding day. Second to Abid. Mustofa charged a debt that should not be a debt because at that time he gave the funds as alms.

Mustofa cupped his own face. He remembered the words of his wife, before the police arrived and were about to escort him.

“Come, Ummi shy. Ummi doesn't want to have an ex-con husband. Ummi won't take Abi to the police station. Abi takes care of himself Abi. Ummi wants to go home to Ummi's parents.”

Mustofa opened his face and looked at Abdullah. He saw Abdullah's white face. Abdullah was tawadhu and unpretentious, putting him to shame.

“I ..” arrived – arrived Mustofa crying.

“Please forgive Allah.” Abdullah patted Mustofa on the shoulder.

Shortly after, two officers came to them and brought the middle-aged man. Mustofa pondered his friend's last words.

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Mustofa is inserted into the cell. He immediately sat down on the floor. Tears shed. When God tested him with a hardship, he realized a myriad of mistakes.

In the third of the night, Mustofa got up and asked the officer for permission to go to the restroom. Mustofa stood facing the Qibla and spread his hands up.

"Allahu Akbar."

Mustofa sobbed in the midst of the iftah prayer that gave his life and death to his Robb. He confirmed Abdullah's speech. His weeping became more and more evident, as he remembered all the sins he had committed against His creatures, especially the Hasna family, after Ustman's death.

****

The night is getting late. John who came out of the room briefly found the balcony door of the tivi room open and found Abid standing there.

"Hey, haven't slept?"

Sometimes, Jhon is confused to call Abid by what name? Remember, they are the age.

"Hey, Jhon." Abid.

John stood beside Abid. "Is there anything that bothers you?"

Abid nodded and smiled. "You must have done it."

"What?"

"You're the one who transferred three hundred million to my account?"

Jhon smiling. He looked up at the sky, after Abid had done the same as he had asked earlier.

"I love your sister" replied Jhon who then looked at Abid. "And I also love the people Tina loves."

Jhon's reply convinced Abid that it was not a favor, but the duty of a brother to his sister.

"Where do you know about that?" ask Abid who does not think that Jhon knows about the funds that Mustofa billed.

"Don't call me Jhon! If I don't know all about your sister and her family."

Abid laughing. "Yes ... Yes ... Yes ..."

Jhon laughed too.

After getting a transfer from nameless with the nominal he needs. Abid immediately handed it to Mustofa. He believes the person who transferred the money was Jhon.

"You want to see him?" ask Jhon.

"certain. After I get home from here, I'll go see Pakde Yai."

"Aren't you vengeful for what he's done?"

Abid immediately shook his head. "Abi never taught us revenge. Instead, I will help Pakde Yai to get out of prison as soon as possible."

Jhon smiling. "Good."