MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#Episode 32's. Everything Needs a Process!
*fatin
A bright morning greeted half the earth. Almost all the hostel residents have come out with their own routine agenda. Remaining himself and Mitha who was still lazing on the bed. The college schedule does not exist for today. The class will be active in three days.
The atmosphere of the city began to be crowded, especially around the MTQ square. In a moment, an annual grand event will be held in this city. Yes, the National Tilawatil Qur'an Musabaqah Event to XXI. The city of Kendari got a golden opportunity to host the event this year. Dozens of representative stands of several districts as well as related agencies have begun to stand along the edge of the square. This grand event will be organized with an exhibition of art and culture of the Sultra region.
He is still busy replying to a short message with Akram, especially if it is not about the brother of the heart, Yusuf. Later he began to be interested umtuk much detailed info about the brother on Akram. Because, it turns out that his best friend is a ter_valid and accurate data source about the forger.
Suddenly his phone rang softly a sign of an incoming call. He stared alternately at the half screen and the face of kepo Mitha who was staring suspiciously. Again his own bead squinted at the screen where a row of new numbers are listed. He thought for a moment in doubt. But the speculation about who knew it was Joseph, made him quickly accept the plot and the sound was grabbing directly without further ado.
"Hallo! Fathin, huh?" A voice that He was familiar but still a little doubtful of him was heard across. He looked back at Mitha who gave the code so that he loudspeaker the voice of his phone.
"I_yes, Mr Radit?" Her question was carefully afraid of wrong people.
"Yes, right. Can I talk a little? this is important info!" The voice is true again, Mr. Radit, the head of the art and culture studio, where he and his four friends have been leaders in the art world so far. Mitha frowned there.
"What's up, dad, sir?" Ask impatiently.
"Gini, Fhat, three days ago I was contacted by the Regional Government of Kadis Tourism, tell the Qasidah group nyiapin the same Lulo Alu*, dance*, to appear at the opening event of the National MTQ event in front of the President and his staff later. The children of Lulo Alu and other qasidah personnel yesterday I have brought from Kabaena simultaneously to Bombana. Last night I went here first bring some children. Others this morning followed with a joint team of several related agencies, because the stand for cultural exhibition preparation for Bombana district does not yet exist."
"We have prepared a special house for training. You guys are active in college blum?" Mr. Radit blazed with a serious tone. He and Mitha simultaneously saw the signs of understanding.
"Blum, Sir. Incidentally his lecture InshaAllah three days later was active. Oh well, by the way, you know where I went to college with Mitha? my number is who's ma?"
"Alhamdulillah! I take the same Azhar. If so, I'll pick you up around 10:00. God willing, this afternoon we start training if there are no obstacles. You guys are ready, right? Relax, Fhat, there is already a special ration for you. If our team can show the best performance, then all children get scholarships from the Government."
"The benner, sir?" Hysterical asking. Mitha was no doubt more hysterical than him. He giggles funny.
"Benner, dong! My time', a lie? Yes, you guys get ready for scorang. I'll pick you up at 10:00!"
"Wheel, Commander!" Mr. Radit chuckled little to hear his chatter. The phone connection was cut off after the two exchanged greetings. He looked at Mitha with his big smile and,
Plakkkp!
Both are high-fives, ber ces ria full of spirit.
He recalled the handsome and cool face of Radit, the head of the sanggar as well as the teacher of sports and art at the First High School. Men of stature and body are ideal for men. Several times representing Southeast Sulawesi as the son of tourism in various competitions and national and regional fashion shows.
Having a qualified art spirit, he also established an art studio in Kabaena to accommodate children's artistic talents in areas that are not affordable for local government. That made him familiar everywhere.
But that was not what made him suddenly imagine the handsome face of Mr. Radit, but the incident before He decided to leave for Kendari where the man boldly and without further ado expressed his feelings to him. He who was a little shocked because he did not expect to be shot by people who had been considered his own brother because of the closeness during training so far, suddenly unable to say a word. Unknowingly he shook his head which was then misinterpreted by Mr. Radit as a rejection of him.
But he was grateful because Mr. Radit did not force his feelings. Until He left for this city, the two never again met. Until suddenly the man contacted him with important information. He could not refuse, other than because art is his hobby, the lure of appearing in front of the President became the number one trigger for him.
Without stalling, the two immediately got up and rushed to several rooms. However, for the next few days the room will be rarely occupied, so they must make sure the room must be neat and clean during the stay.
As usual, the two shared a task. He got the cleaning service, while Mitha was alert to the laundry.
The room was neat. He went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both. Fried rice plus egg ceplok is their mainstay menu almost every breakfast. The food was ready along with Mitha's completion with the laundry. They both had breakfast together.
"Lo ajha takes a bath first, Mhit! I clean the kitchen while waiting for you." He told his best friend after the two ran out of breakfast.
"OK! Your wish is my command, honey!" He who immediately realized that Mitha was teasing him, immediately swerved towards his best friend. Mitha suddenly chuckled and with a made-up face pretended to attach a cassian face to her,
"Cup.. Patience, Neng! Wait for my brother to come back! Hihihihi!" Mitha giggled with a sinless face.
"Ck, what the hell, anyway?" He pretended to be clucking when in fact He had wanted to shed tears. True said Dilan, it turns out miss is heavy. Mitha the quick-witted immediately realized the sudden atmosphere was created, immediately grabbing her in an embrace.
"Sorry, joke!" His voice gently tried to strengthen him. He was also finally unable to hold a pool of tears that had been floating in his eyes.
"Gue longs for Joseph, Mhit? you think Joseph's brother is coming home, right? he's not going to leave me like Tasya, is he, Mit?" He started to sob small. The shadow of dejavu yesterday again disturbed his heart. The excessive worry came again.
"Husss, what's the matter, anyway? ilangin ilangin, cepet mind that. Positive thinking. God depends on our expectations. Don't think of the ugly, deh! Comeing! we're ready now!" Calm Mitha's heart while gently rubbing the grinder. Slowly his heart began to calm down. Mitha took off her arms and rubbed her arms gently and passed into the bathroom after grabbing the towel that was behind the door.
Both are busy preparing. At exactly 10:00 her phone rang again.
"I'm in front, Fhat. You guys ready?" Said Mr. Radit to the point across. He slightly doubted the agility of the man's movements. But then he mafhum if Azhar must have told the full address of the boarding to Mr. Radit.
"Yes, Sir. Let's go out, let's go!" He replied while giving a code to Mhita to leave immediately.
"OKs. I wait!"
"Good, Sir! I closed up, huh?"
"Siip!''
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"How are you guys?" Ask Mr. Radit started the conversation shortly after the two were already in their most comfortable positions.
"Thank God, fine, sir!" Mitha who said. While he chose silence even though he still attached his thin smile.
"Btw, you guys brought a change of clothes, right? because the training will be total coz qt only have six days doang!" Mr. Radit smiled again.
"Take it, sir!" Again Mitha told.
"Ok, Good!"
The conversation finally continued everywhere, until without feeling the car that took them slowly entered the spacious courtyard of a large house facing a mosque., etc.,
For a moment the two looked out, and it was true that from the outside they could hear the boisterous sounds from within. The other personnel had arrived as well.
"Come on!" Take Mr. Radit after closing the car.
With a face of sumringah both of them followed the man's dashing steps, but just now he was about to swing his steps cheerfully mobile phone tetiba ringing. For a moment he stared alternately at the faces of Mitha and Mr. Radit as his hands wildly reached into his minibag looking for the whereabouts of his cell phone.
"Sorry, I got a phone call first. Mr. Radit and Mitha first. I followed this abis ntar!" His words are not good but he also cannot ignore the ongoing call because this is the call of the idol.
"Yes! don't take long, dad? I'll wait in dalem!" Mitha glanced at him as if understanding everything. Ouh, Jesus! basic miss keppo. In his heart he smiled feeling funny.
He walked away and pressed the call and,
"I'm waiting outside the fence!"
He had not even had time to say hello but the heavy and firm voice was already flat. Again with his tone that always sounds domineering.
With a little stammering He was about to reply But, wait, wait, wait,
"Fence? the fence that ma__,?" Hurriedly he turned his gaze wildly to the front of the iron gate there and at once his manic rounded with a hissing in his chest that suddenly burst out staring at someone there. Someone he's been missing since yesterday.
Yes, Joseph was actually standing there, looking at him with his eagle bead as usual. He swallowed a nervous salivary. Trying to neutralize the degup on his chest that had been hammering since then while stepping slowly towards the gate.
The dag dig dug...
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*Yusuf
This morning for the first time he sat in the assembly of ta'lim fadha'il, where one of them sat in front reading a book reading Fadha'il Amal, while the other sat down listening intently. An hour has passed but the assembly has not yet shown signs of ending.
He who never liked the name waiting either time to how much he restlessly changed his sitting position. From the model Iftirasy as the appeal of the moderator as the opening of the assembly earlier, that one of the adab in the assembly other than holy, sitting tight and wearing wahngi-wangian, that one of the, also recommended sitting Iftirasy to bring more laughter or more focus.
He also cleared his throat while raising his index finger as a gesture of permission for a moment. All the participants of the assembly nodded in a sign of understanding. He moved and ran a little towards the WC.
As usual, he returned after leaving WC. When his feet stepped dashing about to go back into the mosque suddenly his eyes were disturbed by the appearance of a figure who had just come out of a black avanza car in the courtyard of a large house in front sana.
He again sharpened his eagle bead and He was sure, He was not wrong. The woman who got out of the car with her sweet smile was the cute girl herself, Fathin.
Suddenly his heart was disturbed, especially at the same time A man of stature was quite handsome to invite his girl into the big house with a warm smile. For some reason his heart was hot, disliked, jealous. In an instant He forgot It was in a khuruj program that did not allow this kind of interaction especially with women. But the berserkness in his chest really made him forget all that orderly stuff.
He hurriedly walked out of the courtyard of the mosque and crossed the road to the mansion. Lucky his phone is still loyal to him in this crucial time. In a hurry he turned on his cellphone and pressed the fast dial number 1.
"I'm waiting outside the fence!" The girl had not even spoken hello but she had given no-nonsense instructions, seemed intimidating and of course this was an order, as usual.
His sharp gaze never separated from the beautiful face of Fathin who walked hesitantly towards him. A sweet smile plus a tinge of red incessantly adorned the face of the ayu. He pretended to massage the tip of his nose without taking his eyes off Fathin until the girl actually stood before him.
"What are you doing here?whose house is this? and who was that guy?" He asked without pause, still with his usual sharp gaze. The girl in front of him was now even downcast with the smile of her feet.
"I_I'm with Mitha here to practice, sister!" Fathin stammered. Instantly he knitted his two eyebrows in wonder.
"Exercise? rehearsal what?" Still with his voice.
"I_it, um, Qasidah exercises. We want to perform at the MTQ opening event next week, sister. This is the house that's ready for the training ground, so!" The sad bead had now turned to look at him.
"Who was that crus?why are you so familiar?" He really could not hide his lack of love for the man.
"I_it was Mr. Radit, the art instructor at the sanggar where I and Mitha were active all this time in kabaena. This time he was our coach.
"I don't like seeing you as familiar as him. I'm not letting you do this practice if you're trained with him!" Firmly disregarding the expression of Fathin staring at him with wide eyes.
"But, Kak__,"
"There's no buts. Now come with me home!" He said as he drew Fathin's hand. But they had not yet stepped, the girl touched her hand gently while holding her step.
"Sister, Brother, please! Don't dong! Okay, I promise I won't hold Mr. Radit but please let Akh take the training well, please....!" Fathin exclaimed frantically still with a hand that touched him gently.
"You know what, I don't like to be contradicted?" He still did not melt even though Fathin had begged with a clear face.
"Sister, Please! Mitha hopes that we both join the problem if we can perform well later in front of the President, we will get scholarships from the government. Can ya?"
"You don't have to worry about the scholarship. The contents of the debit card I'm packing won't run out of cake during your college!"
"But, sister, please, this time, this abis I promise I will not follow any more kayak gini activities. Anyway I'll keep my distance from Mr. Radit. Can, well, sister, pleaseeeeeeee..........!" This time he could hardly help but laugh at Fathin's appalling expression. Face with closed eyes plus both hands crossed in the chest.
"I promise to be a good and obedient wife for Brother Abis this time as long as this time do not prohibit me from participating in training. How, deal?" Fathin again attaches her puppy eyes face with her cute pursed lips, making her heart really made to squash and melt instantly.
"Ck, yeah. But if until I see you're whizzing around with that guy again, you know what I am?" He finally resigned. Accepting her girl's request.
"I_iya, Brother! I promise!"
"What time's home? let me call Erick, he'll pick you up. I don't like you being delivered to that guy!"
"Ehm, it looks like Qt is not coming home for the next few days, the training will be full time, it's time because!" Fathin was nervous again.
"Ck, yeah. Don't be so tired. Istrahat benner if it breaks again. Don't stay up and don't be late anymore!" Say it again in a resigned tone.
"So, you're not angry, are you?"
"A little!"
"Don't dong! don't be mad, dad, yeah? I'm not going to macem, kok! You're the one only!" His manic immediately returned to staring a little mysterious at the girl before him now.
"Steel where does the flirting skill like gini,hum?" The corner of his lips was interested. Without them realizing the hands of the two are still hanging tightly as if not willing to take off each other.
"Da_from __ my future husband!" Fathin said while bowing in shame. He could see both of her cheeks were now blushing.
"You did it on purpose, hooked me up, stuck out in the open?" He chuckled little incessantly staring at the face that was still bowed in shame.
Fathin shook his head while smiling knotfully.
"Yes already. You're going to dalem skarang! I want to go back to the mosque.Oh well, I'm sorry in that mosque. I will stay there for three days!"
"Oh yeah? how could it be gini?"
"That's called a soul mate!"
"Ish, what the hell!"
Both of them were laughing at the same time.
"Come in! I'm back after you get inside."
"Dad! I'm in first yeah, brother!"
"OK! bye!"
"Bye! carefull be!"
"Yes, I'll"
He turned back to the mosque across the street after Fathin completely disappeared from his sight. Without realizing it, Bang Thoriq witnessed everything, but the man pretended to behave as usual without any intention of knowing.
However, the man remained well-thoughtful because this was the first time for him to draw near to God. The most important thing is that he already wants to go to the mosque, already wants to be invited to pray, already wants to be invited to bother in each program it is more than enough. The rest of God will fix little by little
need process included in the hijrah process.
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TBC>>>
#Nb:
Assalaamu'alaikum warahmatullah..
Thank God, can say hello again with this dime story. Abis focus on real life. Abis is widowed temporarily, widow is left behind..😁😁😁
Which is still pleasing I say many2 thanks.syukron kabir..
May we all be in the prayer of Allah SWT..Aamyn..😇😇😇
happy reading is back...😁😁😍😍🙏🙏
*Lulo Alu Dance is a dance originating from Tokotua, Bombana Regency, Southeast Sulawesi. This dance is performed as one of the legal rituals of Tokotua culture for gratitude and thanks to the creator for the abundance of rezki from rice crops in the past. Where according to historical records in ancient times Tokotua or Kabaena was a member of the Sultanate of Buton who was a producer of rice as a pillar of the strengthening of the Sultanate of Buton in its heyday.
Movement and Fashion
The dance is performed by 12 dancers who are divided into two roles. Eight male dancers hold a pestle (Paddy Pound) depicting a man pounding rice and four female dancers holding the nyiru as a grain filter, plus a handkerchief depicting a section of grain filtration. The clothes used in the dance are characteristic of Kabaena with black base clothing plus yellowish and reddish colors.
Preservations
Until now, this dance is still often performed at cultural legal ceremonies welcoming Tokotua tribe to important guests who go in the area. This dance is also still often displayed and competed on the way of commemorating the independence of the Indonesian republic, ranging from elementary to public school levels.