MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#Episode 39's. Slip over for a moment!

*Yusuf

After a long bustle of thesis business, now is the time to rest for a moment. It's time to pull over, covering for a moment from the humdrum of the melancholy and endless world.

It has been a month since khuruj. Twenty-seven days had He drowned and struggled with the affairs of creatures. Now is the time for the Khalik to charge a tenth of his time to take care of His Religion_. Three days versus twenty-seven days. What a very biased time comparison. But He is Allah, All-Knowing what is best for His servant.

He is so tired today. Flip_turn campus_city to find new tasykilan, members of his successful gang He nets. Plus some young men in the complex of Papa's house who later often he invited discussions after the prayer. This time he even intends to bring along Vero, the younger brother.

Dusk approached the dispute as he returned home. The house looks quiet like never before. Only the faint sounds of the children of Madam Citra from inside the room were heard occasionally laughing. Her brother was spoiled. He did not even intend to get out of this house like his other brother_sister. He could not if it had to be far from Papa, the only parent they had.

He rushed to Vero's room on the top floor not far from his room. He knocked on the door rather loudly, for he had memorized his brother's bad habits. If already in the room, Vero will put earphones in the ear and play the full volume of his cellphone while listening to his favorite songs. Goodbye to the outside world!

"Vero, open the door!"

"Gue wants to talk. I'm coming in, dad?" He shouted while trying to turn the door handle and,

Chequelek

The door was unlocked. He pushed slowly and widened it and walked closer. Vero was still unconscious because he was too engrossed with the swaying of his legs that seemed to represent the prancing of his body that was lying on his back with his legs dangling to the floor.

Sometimes his voice mimicked the song he was hearing. He shook his head many times and then immediately smiled obliquely. Cue style and stupidity with the outside world if already in a room like this tetiba brings his memory to his lifestyle a few years ago in the early days he became a student.

"Like it like me!" He murmured still with his slanted smile.

He took Vero's phone on top of the bed and pressed the pause button there. The action immediately made the eagle bead Vero open instantly. Seeing him standing there with the same gaze, Vero reflexively woke up and sat down.

"Eh, brother, been here a long time?" Vero asked wrongly.

"From earlier. Habits, Lo!" His leg is flat while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Vero who grinned the horse immediately fixed his sitting position and pretended to scratch his head that did not itch.

"When is there a need, tumben here?"

"Tomorrow, there's no show?" As usual, he doesn't like pleasantries.

"Ehm, no, Bang!"

"Martistry class?"

"Holiday!"

"If so, follow me out three days, study religion. You ever want to change, right? If so we come out together tomorrow live, let our lives be more focused!"

He looked at Vero who looked surprised. Not yet understood what he was talking about.

"We're both grown-ups, Ver! We can't live gini_gini. Life is not just about doing things, old, dead, finished. Nope! Many things are our duties and responsibilities as God's creatures. The life we live today will be held accountable to the One Above!" He said as his index pointed upwards.

"Gue doesn't want to be like me. Spend a lot of time young with useless things. You must want Mama to be happy there, right?" Ask with a soft face. Vero slowly nodded along.

"The only way is one. We try to be good servants, obey God, then the impact will be charity that will save Mama there. We are not lucky enough to have a long time to be devoted, to repay all the goodness of Mama, but God is asking for a way to repay that by being a good child. Will you come with me tomorrow for all that?" He stared intensely at his sister's face that increasingly looks sad.

"But what are the twins? I'm sure you won't get permission!"

"That's let me take care of you as long as you're ready to come with me tomorrow, how?"

Vero finally nodded. He immediately smiled triumphantly. One member of his family now managed to fight together.

"Thank's, yeah! Lo ready just a change of clothes, prayer clothes we buy where I bought yesterday. I told Yuda to bring him here." He added while patting his sister's arm slowly.

"Yes, you're ready_ready! We pray Maghrib in the mosque. Guys are praying in the mosque." Again Vero can only nod his head.

"Kok lemes that way, anyway! Smangat, dong! Invited for good too!" Vero finally chuckled softly.

"Oh, I'm going to the room first, I'm going to take a shower. I'm tired of thesis!" He shook his head making the two again chuckle and finally pitted his fist as usual.

He also went back to his room. He entered with a shunt step. Plunge his sturdy body on top of his stylish bed. A moment to look at the ceiling_room. Suddenly his memory led him to the shadow of Fathin's shady face.

Long time no see makes his sense of longing more unspeakable. Hearts want to say hello. Hearing his voice or at least asking for news through a short message. But, again all the ultimatums from Bang Thoriq as well as Gery the friend back in his head.

"If you just send a message, it's okay, huh? At least I can relax if I know he's all right." His inner self is in a dilemma.

He has not yet become a full-fledged man. He is a sinner who is trying to improve. Small temptations like this will always accompany his steps to achieve guidance.

Still covered in doubt his hand slowly stretched out to reach his cellphone which he threw earlier before dropping down. His chest leaflet seemed to be in rhythm with his hesitant hand gestures typing something there.

"Assalaamu'alaikum, Deck!"

A few moments of waiting suddenly his phone rang loudly making him slightly jumped in shock. He got to beristighfar so surprised. But more surprised when he saw the name of the caller listed on the screen of his phone.

GirlQu calling.

Fathin did not return the message but instead made a phone call. It's its own shake. Return the dilemma between being raised or not. Fear of obscenity and not being able to hold back like Gery said. But he also did not want to make Fathin misunderstand him more deeply. Finally his weak faith forced his hand then stretched out and pressed the receive button, and__

"Assalaamu'alaikum, Deck!" Slowly start the conversation.

Silent..

Silent..

"Hiks. hyks.. Evil brother!" He sniffed at Fathin's sobs that sounded so emotional.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Slowly follow. He could not bear to hear Fathin crying there. He could feel how the girl was feeling right now. But he's completely helpless.

"Where are you from, anyway? Why did you say that for weeks there was no news? Are you bored with me? Did I get the same girl as my sister?" Fathin really expressed everything, even words that he had never thought of all this time.

"So Sorry! Sshhh, please don't say that. Please don't cry, honey! I'm really sorry!" He's goin' on glass. The crying voice across really made him weak in an instant.

His heart is sick. Suddenly longing that he had been resistant, increasingly peaking up in the crown. He repeatedly beristighfar in the heart, begging for forgiveness as well as strength from the Guardian of the Heart so as not to make it more mired into the illusion of the heart that tries to deceive his common sense.

Her tears had now completely escaped falling over hearing the voice of her lover there unceasingly crying without a word.

"Dear, please! Don't cry that, dong, ntar you're sick. Tomorrow I'm going to your place, we need to talk so you don't misunderstand me like this. Don't be mad, well, please...!!" He could still hear Fathin's sobbing there, though not as loud as before.

"If you have calmed down, I say goodbye, well, want to take a bath, beware again maghrib," he said again slowly and carefully, afraid the girl increasingly misunderstood.

Silent..

Silent..

"Milk...,"

"You still there?"

"Darling, I'm matiin, huh?"

"Asshalaamu'alaikum..!"

"Wa'alaikumsalaam!" Finally, the voice sounded too, though softly. Honestly, he missed a few weeks.

He got up and walked into the bathroom. Turn on the shower and wet her hair. His brain was cold. Muffle the turmoil of his heart that wants to betray his strong determination that is trying to be consistent with his hijra.

He closed the old. Trying to fill his heart with the advice of Bang Thoriq in order to get rid of the whispers of shethan who want to plunge it back.

"Enough! Enough, Yusuf! Stop before you actually "rebarbied" with God!" His mind is self-cursing.

He still wanted to linger there, but the chanting of prayers from the nearest mosque resuscitated him if he had to go to the mosque. Maghrib time is soon. He hastened the movement and soon after he was ready. Clean white robes and matching color squats that blend bright color skin really makes the face look more radiant.

Vero who had been waiting for him seemed to be smiling in amazement looking at him. The two also departed with warm gazes from almost all residents of the house.

"Bang, brother, can we both join the congregation to the mosque?" Suddenly the Shafa-Marwa twins ran towards them complete with their prayer clothes.

He just nodded while Vero clucked a sign of disagreeing.

"Ngapain, anyway, follow-up. Women pray at home!" Vero murmured as he walked after her.

"Huh, what the hell, Brother is not a problem, why is it that big brother sewot? Basic bummer!" Marwa the cherry won't lose making him again can only smile at the behavior of his sisters who always never get along if they meet.

"Yes, no, we just want to pray, not to make trouble, right, Bang?"

He nodded as he chuckled softly. They did not feel they had arrived at the mosque just before iqamat. He and Vero went straight to the men's quarters in front, while the twins entered at the door for the women.

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He walked quickly up the stairs while praying quietly when suddenly the idea of briliant invite his sisters to join ta'lim with him. During this time he usually ta'lim alone in the room. A successful new habit was instilled by Gery after his weekly deliberation some time ago.

"Seeing knowledge (religious science) is mandatory for every Muslim. So to abort the obligation then at least a day there is the word of Allah swt and the hadith of the Prophet that we read and listen to." Again Gery's words again ringed in his ears.

He finally turned around and called out to Vero and the twins who had almost reached the door of their respective rooms.

"Ver, Twins, don't go in. Accompany Brother Ta'lim first!"

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