MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
# Episode 34. The Long-Awaited Day.

* Yusuf

He had just returned home after praying in a mosque located not far from his home. He was not unaware of the gaze with all sorts of expressions from Papa as well as some of his brothers and sisters-in-law who had still not returned to their respective homes since his return this afternoon. But he was still Joseph with his indifference and his foolishness, as always. He didn't want to worry about all that. All He knows is that He has to change, no matter what people think.

The clothes he was wearing really resemble Gery's best friend. A religious suit that looks right on his athletic body and blends with his bright skin color like a man's skin in general. Really make his good looks fuller.

The image until it stood stunned and unconsciously walked up to him as he entered the house with a loud shout of greeting making the entire house turn to look at him in amazement.

"Suf, is this really you? your brother's super stupid?" Citra asked softly while holding both of her shoulders. Don't ask for expression. Her brother would not be satisfied if he spoke without tears.

"He is Ma'am, this is I, Joseph the most handsome man in this house. Who else do you think is it?" He even teased his brother.

Ma'am Meisya also Tiana came to her feet and walked towards her and without reflex cues pulled her hand and took her sitting joined in the living room, where all was being gathered.

"Where are you from, Suf? back and forth is like a fellow angel gini?" Mas Yoga husband of mbak Citra asked stuttered in shock.

"Ck, what the hell! from the mosque. Didn't you see me in gini prayer clothes?" He asked still with his laughter.

Mbak image that incidentally always suddenly melancholy immediately moved from the side of her husband and approached her and without further ado directly embraced her while sobbing softly.

"You're really changing, Suf? Happy to see you like this. Mama must have followed you happily from there, Suf. You're really proud of me!"

"Thank you, Ma'am!" He hugged his sister back.

He still gently rubbed Citra's shoulder as her sharp, slightly teary bead captured Papa's shadow as a slow motion stood up from her seat and walked towards her. Standing before him and looking at him with a haru look, made him slowly release his arms. For some reason such a great regret suddenly struck his heart for a moment. He also reflexes lowered his head and hugged Papa's knee while sobbing.

"Sorry Joseph, Dad! All this time I've been so scared of Papa! Sorry!" He sobbed with shaken shoulders signifying how great regret was being so agonizing at this moment.

Papa hurriedly pulled his shoulder telling him to stand up. He stood still with his head bowed not daring to stare at Papa's sharp but soft authoritative bead.

"Liat Papa!"

Slowly He lifted his head and when he looked at Papa's face He again could not hold back his tears because it turned out that Papa was also crying. With a quick movement he grabbed the middle-aged man. Hugging him while unceasingly saying sorry.

"Papa is happy to see you today, son! Papa has been waiting for this day to come for years. Thank you, you have changed!"

"Sorry Joseph, Dad! Sorry!" He's still sobbing.

He's so shaken. Imagining all the ugliness that is often acted upon yesterday, even rarely quarrel with the Papa made it really destroyed this time. He was so sorry to have spent so many days without devotion to the only biological parent he had.

"Papa always forgives you before you even ask for it. Papa can live the old days quietly now. You can expect it after Tio." Papa still held it tight. It was like feeling the embrace of Mama and Papa at once.

"Thank you, Pah!"

Pak Wahyu nodded along with a big smile full of haru. He was still trying to wipe away his tears as his ears caught the soft voice of the Step Mother who spoke his name. His heart returned to fullness. The shadow of her ruthlessness all this time on the woman again ambushed him.

"Ma_mamy, I'm sorry that I've been so disrespectful to Mamy!" He looked down unable to look at the middle-aged woman's shady face. Her elang bead is back in tears. Unexpectedly his sturdy body was suddenly embraced by the woman while sobbing softly.

"Mamy's never mad at you, son. Mamy understands your feelings. Mamy knows you're a good boy!"

Without any more shame He returned the woman's embrace. He promised to treat her like a mother.

"Thank you, My!"

"Together, Son!"

One by one his brother-in-law also stood up to embrace him. All were struck by haru at once happy to see his transformation so shocking. He also returned their embrace while brrucap thanks.

"If so we eat first, yuk? I think Auntie's done with everything!" Mamy then broke the chain of novelty in the room.

He nodded as he followed the others.

"I'll go upstairs, get changed."

"Dad.we wait at the dinner table?" This time it was Tiana who replied.

"OK! btw, where are the twins with Fero? not the sound of his voice?" Somehow he began to care about the existence of the residents of the big house.

"Vero is waiting for the twins who are working together. At the most, go home!" This time, Citra replied.

"Kids?" He was a little surprised because he did not see his super stormy sounds from now on.

"To play in the room. It was all full. It was the same afternoon as Mas Tio!" Image again.

"Ohh, yeah, I'm up first!" He said while running small up the steps of the stairs without waiting for the Citra Mbak said there.

He went into his room. Looking for a t-shirt and change the dress he wears without the intention of changing his pants. He remembered he was going to pick up Fathin. The brown bead immediately searched for the whereabouts of his phone. He was about to ask what time the girl wanted to be picked up but shit, the phone died.

"Here you go, I'll eat!" Mumbled.

He came out of his room after charging his cell phone and went back down the stairs to the dining room. Before sitting He walked towards the sink to wash his hands as the sunnah he practiced during the khuruj. Of course, all were surprised to see it because he usually washed his hands in a small container provided at the dining table.

All gazes returned to him as he spoke leisurely,

"The Sunnah of our Prophet. Washing hands should be in running water. Let it be clean from germs and most importantly, get a reward!"

All dumbstruck, stunned and amazed of course. He briefly threw a faint smile at everyone there and sat down scooping his food. Do not forget to slowly melafaz basmalah.

He scoops a little table salt in a small container that is always available at the dinner table and then grazes it with a ring finger and tastes it with a melafaz lirih do'anya. Then eat fruit before actually eating the food.

"For stomach health!" He said still with his casual style as if he knew the question marks on all those faces.

All his movements never separated from all the eyes there until Pak Surya unraveled the silence.

"You still owe me a promise, Papa, you're gonna miss your college business this year." Papa returned with a calm voice full of authority.

"Yes, Pah! Monday I submitted the title. May Allah make things easy, Aamiin!" He said confidently without noticing the astonished gazes of all that was there. For this was the first time for him to speak with the name of the Lord. Papa even while smiling thinly while nodding.

"That girl, how?"

"Good!"

"Have you started college?" Papa asked again.

"Tomorrow. Now again busy training it, what, Qasidah, do not know anyway like that, he said the heck they mw perform at the opening event MTQ later." Relax and still chew.

"Well, it's cool, we have to witness the appearance of the future brother-in-law later, yes, Ma'am?" The image exclaimed in the direction of Mbak Meisya and Tiana.

"Surely, dong! Papa seems to get a special invitation from the related service. Is that right, Pah?" Meisya asked for sumringah.

"So like, isn't there, My?" The old man even asked the wife who was then replied with a nod by the mamy.

"The shop we have to tell Mas Tio the other if the opening night later we all go there so that the prospective sister-in-law will add more spirit, right?" The image was again boisterous without caring for the expression of Mas Yoga who even shook his head to see his relief.

"Gue first. I'm going to get Fathin from the training ground."

"Bah, My, I'm up first. Change clothes!"

"Hemm" Papa cleared his throat in response. Mamy and the others agree. He also moved.

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*fatin

While in a large house from earlier heard musical instruments that blend with the sound of tambourines with a variety of sounds. It produces a beautiful musical sound. Added to his beautiful voice as Solis makes almost all who listen to it and who watch it look amazed.

The exercise for about three hours completely drained his voice. As a solist in the Qasidah group this time it is clear he must be careful with the stability of his voice. Do not let the day H his voice is exhausted during practice. It does have a soft, golden voice. Qasidah song is different from other genres. But he is experienced enough for the color of this one music.

Time and again the coach praised by raising both thumbs up at him making him nod several times with his sweet smile. Unknowingly it turned out that from earlier a pair of eagle eyes that seemed to withstand the turmoil inside there, stared intently at him

Until at the end of the training session, when everything scattered to a row of several sofas there to relax the body, He was so gasp when he turned around to take his phone in the room, he was, with his own bead topped with the bead of the beloved eagle, Joseph who was standing there with both hands entered into his leather jacket, looking at him sharply unblinkingly.

Unsolicited He immediately walked quickly towards the man and with a sinless face attached his sweetest smile meant to melt the frozen gaze.

"Sister, it's been a while?" He asked cheerfully trying to calm down.

"That's it, not intentionally. I just want to express my pleasure because the training is almost perfect. That's it, really!" Sahut.

"I'll wait outside!" He looked in the blink of an eye, the man had already turned away without waiting for his answer.

"Ishh, Jeez! really nice bum, anyway!" He grieved the man's attitude.

"Huhh, good luck, if not, I fell in love with that dry kanebo!" He turned around and slightly stomped his feet as he walked into the room.

Hurriedly he grabbed his bag and approached Mitha who was in the bathroom.

"Mhit, I'm waiting outside yeah! We'll be picked up by Yusuf's brother!" His shouting.

"I also want to be picked up by Akram, Fhat. If you want to go first, go ajha, Fhat!"

"Are you really okay, Mhit?"

"It's Ok! you go first ajha!"

"Yes, sorry I pulled it first!"

"Yo'i! see you!"

"Too!"

He hurriedly stepped out towards the terrace. Do not forget to pay a minute to Mr. Radit as well as his teammates who are still busy chatting in the middle of the house. At first Mr. Radit did not agree he came home the night but after explaining some real reasons and given additional information that He would be escorted someone, The instructor finally relented.

"Got long! Permission to that person again?"

"Yes, he's in charge of all of us here so whatever it is, Mr. Radit should know. Sorry!" He said carefully, afraid of adding to the man's annoyance.

"Yes, come in!" The front door was opened wide by Joseph and He entered quickly.

He followed the shadow of Joseph walking in front around his car and into the steering wheel.

The mood was suddenly quiet and gripping. He wanted to talk but was confused about what. Until in the minutes to so, when the car has slid smoothly on the crowded streets of the city he finally found an idea. Yep, he had to ask how the man had experienced for three days in the way of God.

"Sir, how are the three days? smoothly?" He pretended to be carefree.

Being quiet..

Being quiet..

"Alright, Thank God!"

"Ouhh, huh? Um, why is ajha in the mosque that long? bosen no?" Again he asked a long question only to break the silence created because the man chose silence.

"No!"

"Aren't you sure tired of following his agendas?"

"Not really!"

He could not stand Joseph's short answer to make him unconsciously touch and gently rub the man's sturdy arm.

"Big brother angry?" He slowly started to softly.

"I'm sorry if I'm wrong! A_i__,"

"Sorry!" Short answer again but enough to make him relieved.

He nodded still gently rubbing the man's arm.

"I don't like that person too much to show pleasure to you. I'm male. I can see that she likes you, and that makes me sick!"

"Sorry! I just want you to believe in me. I have no intention of looking left-right. Cause__," He paused his speech for a moment. He was too ashamed to express his feelings again.

"What reason?"

"For in my heart I have a brother!" His face again blushing incalculably.

The man smiled knots still in his cool style while driving.

"Oh yeah? Then I want proof!" Still with a seductive smile.

"Ish, what the hell!" He chuckled lightly in response to the sepics of Joseph again.

"That's proof that it's halal!"

"Then we're halting tomorrow!"

"What the hell, don't bother!"

"Seriously!"

"Iiihhhh, ah, a real nyetir. I don't want to marry a college thug. I just want to marry a good doctor!" His words blushed again with his smile.

"Oh yeah? weight is also the condition? he began to dare. You should be punished." Again he chuckled in response to the absurd threat of his worship man.

The car is still going slowly. While passing through the cafe owned by Fadhil, suddenly Yusuf directs his vehicle into the cafe courtyard. He cried out,

"Azhar the same Akram work part time here, you know! Brother comes here often?"

"Oh yeah? pantes I've seen them before. The members are Fadhil's."

"We eat first. You must be laper again. The training is hard, right?" He does not reply. He even smiled warmly to find Joseph's little attention that was enough to make him soar in an instant.

"Why, smile? is something funny?"

He shook. Staring at the sharp bead that was staring at him the same.

"Thank you!" His words are still smiling.

"For?"

"Watchfulness."

"More or less?"

"No. That's more than enough."

"You're worth it!" Say the man again as he cupped his face.

"Wait!" He nodded in response.

Yusuf got off first and circled his car and then slowly opened the car door for him. Again his heart flowered. She was treated like a queen. And this is really happy for him. Her sweet smile was endlessly on her tiny pink lips.

"Thank you, Brother!"

"Together, baby!"

Blushhh...

"Aaaaaaaa, Mhit, you're sure to roll yourself if you look at this! bathin's screams.

Both walked in. Joseph would not let him walk without holding his hand. Usual usa.

Hmmm....

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TBC>>>