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Make the Qur'an the main reading:)

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Ayla stopped her car in a large yard, and some people seemed to be entering a towering domed building filled with Islamic European-style ornaments.

He was a little confused to realize his existence now, I don't know he just followed where the direction of the steering he turned.

Hearing the chanting of the words of God echoed melodiously by the muezzin, Ayla's heart trembled to bring her down and stepped into the crowded building crowded with people.

Before actually entering the building, there is a little doubt that makes him rewind the steps, he doubted himself which is why lately it feels far with the creator.

As a result, he chose to sit on his terrace while listening to the muezzin finish his meal. When his heart was hurting like now, for some reason the chanting of Adhan when every time he heard felt different, every lafadz sounded like a slap for him.

He closed his net until a drop of dew fell back from an angle that had not disappeared.

“Ms?”(<TAG1>(Are you a muslim?) a middle-aged woman touched Ayla's shoulder.

Ayla quickly rubbed her net tip and nodded her head. Maybe the woman thought that Ayla was one of the thousands of tourists who just came to see the beauty of the Blue Mosque ornament or commonly called the blue mosque, because the girl never left even though the muezzin had finished his Adzan.

The woman asked because apparently since earlier he noticed Ayla who looked angry to enter the mosque, even from where she stood he could see if the girl seemed to be harboring sadness. Therefore he took the initiative to invite Ayla to enter the mosque together to just divert the girl's grief.

“o epoch iceri ginip two edelim,” said the woman while smiling. (Then let's go in and pray)

Hypnotized, Ayla can only go back to nod then follow the steps of the middle-aged woman with her robe and hijab that covers all her limbs.

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Her pain was let down in hopes of making Ayla seem to extend her prostration. The girl's shoulders seemed to tremble with sobs, her tears were no longer able to prevent her when her tongue complained to the creator of all the pain that was now being felt.

The middle-aged woman who looked to pray beside Ayla had already said her greetings, the other pilgrims also seemed to be alternating leaving the mosque after completing their circumcision.

After greeting, Ayla raised her hand again. He felt ashamed to come to the creator only when his heart felt hurt, then when everything was fine where was he? A man who does not involve God in every step of his life. Everything that happens in this world is due to His intervention.

“It's been relieved?” ask the middle-aged woman who was still faithful to wait for Ayla to finish the prayer and tidied up her face again.

Of course Ayla was surprised by him, she did not know what exactly the woman beside her meant. If the intention is evil, maybe the woman has taken the bag and all the valuables in it since the girl was drowning in prostration and prayer.

“Sorry, did Madam accidentally wait for me here?” ayla asked carefully.

The woman actually smiled at him, she understood the worry of the beautiful girl who had attracted her attention since. “I am always interested to see people who return to their God,” she said with a smile that still emanates on her white face, typical of European women.

“Do I look like a sinner who just repented?”

“If you may know ... what makes you sob and extend your prostration?” instead of answering Ayla's question, she asked back.

“The problem is too heavy if you are buried alone. Apart from your Lord, share with those you trust.”

The sentence was successful in making Ayla stop her steps and sculpt instantly. “What Mistress can I trust?”

***

“That is precisely the Madam, Mr. Abbas feeling guilty to Mr. Faris, so he invited Mr. Faris to dinner. But ...”

That night after cleaning his master's car after the accident, Roger immediately followed Faris who had gone first with Mr. Abbas to just talk. He immediately drove his car to the address of the restaurant which a few minutes ago his master sent by message.

Arriving at the restaurant, Roger got out of his car and took his steps to get inside. Not forgetting the net swept the entire restaurant looking for his master's dining table before finally the master sent him a message containing the number of tables occupied by himself and Mr. Abbas.

Finding the table in question, Roger did not find the figure of his master there, he only saw Mr. Abbas who was talking to someone on the phone.

Intending to approach Mr. Abbas, Roger suddenly stopped his steps when he heard the caller name his young master. From where he stood, of course Roger could clearly listen to every sentence of Mr. Abbas's conversation that seemed to be with his wife over there.

Capturing the intent of the conversation led Roger to keep his master's distance from the middle-aged man who seemed to admire Faris so much and was intent on setting her up with their daughter.

“Abang tau Mr Abbas is a foster parent of Kak Isal and his daughter in question is Ayla?”

Roger also nodded his head to agree, “Because in addition to the foster parents of Mr. Faisal, Mr. Abbas was also one of Abdullah Company's business colleagues Madam, I who told Mr. Faris. Mr. Abbas also knows that Mr. Faris is the sole heir of Abdullah Company, but it seems that Mr. Faris is already married he does not know.”

“Terus you do not tell Abang about the intention of Mr Abbas actually ngundang Abang to the meeting later malem?” The question just came out after Aisha heard a story from Roger about that night.

The one asked only shook his head weakly, “Soal Tu-“

Roger had not yet explained the reason, Aisha had already risen from her seat. “Yes it's nothing, it's none of my business. I'm sorry I shouldn't deserve this. Excuse me, may the meeting be smooth well,” said the woman who seemed to try to hide the clear liquid in her eyes, as fast as lightning the woman stepped her feet away from Roger who was still confused in place.

From another angle a man who was also pushing his trolley at once stopped his steps, his net narrowed slightly to clarify his vision.

“Aisha ...” Gus Hasan immediately shook still in disbelief with the figure he saw.

Clearly the woman had not changed the least from the last time she had seen. Aisha seemed to be talking to someone she did not know who because of the position of the man sitting behind her. From his figure looks neat man with a black suit, but clearly he is very sure if the man is not Faris, his cousin brother.

“Astagfirullah .. I was able to hallucinate kayak gini.” Gus Hasan immediately closed his net by rubbing his chest, the feeling in his heart raged incoherently with the pounding of his heart that felt so hard by just looking at the figure of the woman he secretly loved.

Re-opened his eyes Gus Hasan wailed because the figure that had disturbed his mind turned out to have no form. He was increasingly convinced that what he saw just now was only a hallucination.

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