Men's Soleh Wealth System
38. Jockey hasn't come home yet?

"Yes, a smile is worship. But not the smile itself is like a madman. That smile in the presence of a fellow human being can only be worship."

Aziel cleared a little. Then try to smile right in front of Kirana, the girl in hood, the youngest daughter of Ustadz Syahrul.

"Is it like this?" Aziel put on her wide smile face, but her eyes glared back. The brown eyeballs seemed to gush out.

"Oh, what's the smile? His eyes don't grow like that! Someone will be scared!" kirana protests.

Aziel blinked her eyes a few times. "In that case, what if this is the case?" Aziel loosened her eyes, and the smile this time was not forced anymore.

Kirana who noticed the smile of this handsome man of her age, suddenly felt the cold heat of seeing that smile. Kirana lowered her face, feeling that her heart was not working as usual, and her cheeks were hot.

"Hows it? Right like this?" asked Aziel who needed reinforcement.

Kirana glanced at the smile back. Seeing that smile, reflexes humped his face again. "I-iya is like that." Kirana's voice sounded vibrating

Aziel opened the closed lips and pressed both cheeks. "It turns out, smiling is hard, isn't it?"

Kirana turned her back to Aziel. "E-not hard. Kudu get used to it!" Kirana continues her plan to enter the mosque. His hand has held the Quran and it is so every day.

Aziel resumed his work of sweeping the last section, the courtyard of the mosque. From inside the mosque, since then there is a figure who continues to pay attention to it. However, he preferred to be silent watching from afar.

Some time later, Aziel had finished her work. Azan Ashar was heard reverberating, he was so familiar with the owner of this voice which was none other than Ustadz Syahrul.

Both of his hands felt so dirty. His work equipment was placed in the corner of the yard, and he immediately headed to the ablution place. A moment Aziel sniffed his clothes that had been flooded by sweat.

"Am I still allowed to pray despite wearing this sweaty outfit?"

Aziel nodded her head. He was uncomfortable with the clothes he was wearing. He plans to go back home and change his clothes.

"Aziel!" Ustadz Syahrul has finished pronouncing the Azaan.

Seeing Aziel running like he was about to leave this mosque. The young man had stopped his steps looking towards him. Aziel ran over and bowed his head.

"Where are you going? Haven't you heard the call to prayer?"

Aziel clamped the clothes attached to her body. "My clothes are soaked in sweat, Mr. Ustadz. So, I want to change clothes first at home."

Ustadz Syahrul chuckled and shook his head. He pulled Aziel's arm to lead to ablution.

"You need to know more about the science of fiqh. If the clothes are dirty because of sweat, then you can still wear them for prayer and of course it will be valid. However, if your clothes are clean even though they have not been worn but have been exposed to uncleanness, and then used to pray, then the prayer is not legal."

Aziel nodded in understanding. "Well, Mr. Ustadz. Thanks for the useful science. May God always bless you" Aziel prayed sincerely.

Ustadz Syahrul again chuckled at the young man's arm. They also wudhu and immediately continue the implementation of congregational prayer. After that, Aziel did not linger to go home.

Meanwhile, from a distance, a teenage girl continued to watch him in silence. A sweet smile was engraved on his lips. This was again noticed by his father.

"Ekhem ...."

Kirana immediately bowed her face with a stiff face.

Aziel brought her work equipment back to her house. Jockey's vehicle is still not visible. "The kid hasn't come home yet? Is he running around, because he has a new bike?"

[He's in a baron's cage, a syndicate of thieves that makes your son a thief! ]