Men's Soleh Wealth System
51. Fajr Alms

*Yuhuu, sorry ya slow up because a few days ago Author homecoming and a bit hard to up on the road. Create a homecoming, hopefully congratulations to the destination well 🙏*

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[Five minutes! Not ten minutes! ]

Aziel's eyes opened very wide hearing the information from the System just now. He jumped out and looked for something in the fridge. He found a box containing dates that he had prepared. Not only that, he also pulled the UHT that stood upright on the refrigerator door.

Aziel prepared two glasses and transferred the contents of the UHT liquid into it while putting three date seeds at once. He immediately downed the white s*su until it ran out and moved quickly to break down the door of the Jockey's room. The jockey was still sleeping and he took three dates and threw the seeds away with a glass of white drink from the cow.

"Jok, wakeup!"

[Sixty seconds left! ]

Aziel pulled the Jockey's hand making the skinny, dry teenage boy open his eyes limp.

"Lu ngapa—hap!"

The three dates were forcibly pushed into the Jockey's mouth.

"Hmm?" The jockey was wide-eyed at the peer's treatment that made him unable to sleep all night. Not only that, a glass of white liquid was directly thrust into his mouth.

"Quick spend! In a moment, imsak!"

The jockey choked and almost took out what Aziel had forced into. However, Aziel raised the Jockey's chin to make the young man swallow what was in his mouth round and round.

"Sia—"

"Allahuakbar Allahualbar ...."

The voice of Azan Dawn began to sound. The two teenagers looked dumbfounded. Both hands looked up for a moment and a few seconds later he rubbed on the face. Without saying anything, Aziel walked out of the Jockey's room and immediately prepared herself for the mosque.

"Eeh, what did you just do? My throat hurts, you know?" shouted the Jockey realized he had just been treated arbitrarily by Aziel.

The jockey got up and wanted to make a calculation looking for Aziel. However, it turned out that the brown-eyed young man was ready with a Muslim dress and peci on his head.

"Lu was ngapa—" The longer, the tone that had been getting higher, became more and more lost because staring at perfectly round brown eyes challenged his eyes.

"A, oh ... Where are you going?" jockey asked scratching the back of the head.

The jockey rolled his eyeballs feeling awkward and clumsy. "Aah, yes. I'm luoa today we fast. Last night you were so noisy last night for."

"Yes, because the target wants to khatam at the end of Ramadan. You follow too! Let nambahin reward and nyenengin parents who have been in the realm of waiting."

Jockey laughs clumsily. "But you know I'm not good at sawing."

Aziel remembered something. "Let's go to the mosque first."

The jockey nudged into the room and had changed into clothes taking Aziel to the mosque. The atmosphere of the first Ramadan of Fajr feels so thick. The mosque that is usually not so crowded, this time it looks so full. Especially filled by the men with the appearance of a burly maco.

When they saw Aziel's presence in the mosque, they bowed their heads. Make the Jockey who walks beside him hold his head up.

"Why do I feel like I'm the boss among the mafia?"

Aziel glanced at Joki for a moment and her lips smiled faintly. Because, for him this is something that he is very ordinary to live as Arsen, once.

After performing the congregational Fajr prayers, Aziel withdrew one hand of his money.

"Please share it with those in need. Some more can be included in the places of worship around here. You can also share it with orphanages and fakir houses around here. To drivers who have worked this morning can also be shared."

"I will not ask for your honesty. I leave it to all of you. However, if anyone tries to play with alms funds for this dawn, I will know."

The burly men glanced at the money in each other's hands. Some are fixated on staring at the amount of red money that is not small, some are also thinking about where the money will be given.

"Now, please share this dawn alms. All the money in your hands must be exhausted before the eastern horizon turns red."

The men began to disperse themselves and followed the flow according to Young Master Aziel's direction. Some give to drivers ojol who have scavenged sustenance in this blind morning. Some were given to people who pushed large carts as scavenging containers of garbage. Some are given to orphanages, fakir houses that are considered worthy of receiving, and small and large worship facilities around the residence.

However, not everyone can be honest with the money given to them. Someone immediately put it in the bag and returned to the chicken shop which is now the basecamp of the men with the roar.

Apparently, in the stall, Aziel has cleaned the stall that looks quite messy not laid out by his men. Baron, was very surprised to see Aziel's presence there.

"Ah, are you here?" asked the nervous Baron.

"Yes, I'm tidying up this place. Because I'm going to buy the ingredients for our fried chicken this morning." Aziel noticed that Baron's spirit was not calm. His empty eyes looked at the bag of pants that were still full did not diminish in the slightest.

"What can make you satisfied with the sustenance that God has given you so that you do not sin again? Have you ever read or heard of sin for those who eat alms for the poor and orphans?"