MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 64'S
Since then, Zalfa's view has never escaped Arkhan's figure. His eyes seemed to be constantly being ordered by the brain to watch Arkhan's body movements. The feathers on Zalfa's skin bristled listening to the adhan. His eyes glazed over as Arkhan called out Ashadu ala ilaha ilallah…. Exactly what made Zalfa so moved to hear that cry? Didn't Zalfa listen to Adhan five times a day? Not because of the melodious voice of Arkhan, nor because of the rhythm of his shahdu. But because Arkhan comes from a non-Muslim family.
Some people who were seen busy packing out of the mosque, turned around and stormed the ablution water. Very orderly they entered the mosque and formed neat rows.
Iqamat has been proclaimed and the worshipers have stood up to form a neat shaf.
Ustad Bukhori who was standing next to Arkhan whispered in Arkhan's ear, “I was coughing and my voice was hoarse. I was afraid the mummy wasn't so clear at hearing my voice. Please become priest.”
Arkhan nodded quickly and stepped forward. Others close the empty line until the meeting.
“Allahu Akbar..”
Zalfa who stood in the female shaf recognized the voice of the takbir. Arkhan Voice. My God, it felt like Zalfa wanted to bow down immediately. Thankful that God has added new Muslims. How long had Bukhori known Arkhan until he dared to ask the convert Arkhan to become a priest? This means that Bukhori is already very familiar with Arkhan and knows the ability of Arkhan in reading the verses that God has revealed. Arkhan truly understood the verses of Allah.
After the prayer, worshippers were seen leaving the mosque. Instantly, the mosque became deserted. There are only a few people who look to sit back and relax. Two guys in the corner with selonjor legs. Three people in the male line sat down while talking. Some people outside were still seen gathering to gulp down mineral water.
And Zalfa sat leaning his body on the round pole. For a moment he thought, repeating the question that had smothered him in the chest. How can Arkhan Pe De read the Qur’an eloquently? How can he call Adzan? How could he be a priest? Didn't Arkhan come from a non-Muslim family?
Zalfa stood up and left the pole. He walked towards the door, but his steps stopped when he met someone. Arkhan's. For a moment they sat. Zalfa's inner situation had suddenly changed since the beautiful verses were read by the man before him, it felt strange and difficult to describe verbally. He was amazed and proud. But it seemed like those words were still not fitting to describe his feelings.
Zalfa was silent and it was difficult to make a sound. There is so much to ask, but where to start?
Zalfa flinched and grew even more mute. Does that mean Arkhan memorized that verse?
“Zalfa, so when do we get married?”
Zalfa was stunned and his eyes were round. “Arkhan, how can you know Islam so deeply?”
“You haven't answered my question and you're back.”
“Before I need to know how you can explore Islam so far?”
“What do I need to explain?” Arkhan's face was already flushed.
“I want to know.”
“You're not a judge right now, don't ask a lot of questions.”
“I'm dealing with a prospective husband, it's natural that I ask this. Please answer, Arkhan!”
TB