Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 201 BECAME A PRIEST
"It just so happens that we can both pray here."
"Here?"
Doddy showed me a door that was connected in his room.
"There is a musholla in here..."
"A..I can pray at the employees' musholla." Reject Diah, uncomfortable with Doddy's attitude. It would be impolite if he, an ordinary assistant, accepted the offer of the president of a company, which was not even his boss.
"Don't delay goodwill, if you intend to establish prayer, do it, then you don't obstruct the reward for you..." The words sounded firm but soft.
"But..." Diah really does not want to be rude, as a guest she does not want to exceed the limit.
"Never miss a prayer. Because there are millions of people in the grave who want to be revived only to bow down to God once more."
Those words sounded deep, leaving Diah stunned, unable to resist raising her face at Doddy.
The first time he heard a man say such a profound sentence shook his soul. Like someone who was trying to lift his index finger pointing towards the road when his feet were reluctant to step.
A moment of hesitation on Diah's face, but then after seeing how seriously Doddy offers it.
"Is...is it okay?" Diah asked in a slightly shrill voice.
"If your intention is to worship, wherever it is, do not be a burden to you. All places are good if the intentions are good."
Diah nodded her head still with a worried heart.
"Sholat is a remedy for the empty soul, the worried mind, and the wounded heart. Why is there anything. We just want to worship according to the time and the law, why not? Prayer is not for God, but for ourselves. God does not need us, but we need God, which is why we pray. When worship can be done not necessarily alone, why not?"
The long words were so orderly, as if impossible to pronounce by a man as modern and fashionable as Doddy.
He didn't look like a santri child but every sentence he spoke was as soothing as running water, cooling down every recess of the heart.
"There's the bathroom, you can wander there." Doddy showed me another door to the right of his room.
Then with a light step Doddy came out of the room, leaving Diah who was gawking alone.
Diah could not hide her fear of this man.
...***...
After ablution and wearing a mukena that he always carried in a small bag in his bag, Diah entered the private Mushola room appointed by Doddy in his room.
For a moment he was surprised when he opened the door of the small prayer hall which was designed so comfortably in the Doddy workroom, there facing the Qibla had been
doddy sat back against the door with another man who was also preparing for Ashar.
with another person again, perhaps his assistant, it seemed like they were just waiting for Diah's arrival. I don't know where he and the others are, but they're already there ready for prayer.
Doddy did not turn his head when Diah opened the door but he realized the arrival of Diah, without speaking he started praying when Diah had taken his place behind him and his friend.
Today, Diah never expected to establish a prayer in which a foreign man in his eyes, became a priest to him, though not alone.
Doddy had brought others to congregate with them, worshiping together.
For some reason the feeling of haru was stirring among the peace that infiltrated his chest, all this time he always prayed by himself without ever even though his husband became a priest for him.
But, to this day, he has not met the answer of his prayer. He remained prostrate in his silent solitude, in his longing. Sometimes he thought, because his sin was so great, that God even turned away from him and did not want to hear the strands of his prayer.
In each of his prayers he invariably asks for the return of the husband to the right path and can be the priest who brings himself and the children to heaven.
Today, when he sat as a mum like he was in his own house, he could not explain how it felt, so strange but so wonderful, he said, only in love who is now in front of him is not Bram.
Following the movements of the person leading solemnly in front of her made Diah almost shed her tears. Her mind was on Bram, her husband.
How longing his heart to congregate like this and chant all praise to the creator together.
She was willing to change her whole life for the sake of her husband being there, in front of her, leading her to show the way of God that she had always longed for in her existence as a wife.
Diah's lips trembled reciting Al-fatihah's sentence. How solemn Diah was, in his prayer today, even though time went by so momentarily, the moment lasted only a moment.
Diah could not describe his feelings, when a strange sense of calm penetrated his soul, how he was sent so close to God, by a stranger he himself barely knew.
...***...
"You're going home by yourself?" Doddy asked when Diah said goodbye to go back to his office.
Diah nodded, taking her bag from the table while holding the document Doddy left for Sarah.
"Your car is downstairs?"
"I took a taxi." Sahut Diah while bowing his face.
Doddy raised his eyebrows, though,
"Wait a minute..." Doddy turned around, picked up his phone on the table and a ignition key,
"I'll drive you."
"Eh..." Diah looked surprised.
"No need, sir.no need. I can call grab..."Reject Diah with a red face. He really feels himself unethical now that Doddy escorted him.
"It's okay. I'm going out, too, so I'll take you." Doddy walked ahead of Diah and opened the door for Diah, letting her out in a gentle manner.
Diah stepped out, not knowing what else to say.
Doddy really knows how to appreciate and be polite to women.
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