Not Struggled (R4)
°BDJ 81 : HALAL LINE BUCIN
BDJ 81: HALAL LINE BUCIN
“Nak Nathan is a newcomer, yes?”
The question came from a middle-aged man who came out of the mosque along with the owner of the name. A nod of the head is then given as an answer.
“True, Sir. I just stayed in my house yesterday.”
“Wah, it's worth it I just saw Nak Nathan jum’atan here.”
Nathan smiled faintly. He had only recently occupied his home in the upper Dago area yesterday afternoon, so this was his first time praying jum’at at the local mosque.
In Al-Qur’an and hadith, there have been many arguments that explain the virtues and wisdom of praying jum’at. The primacy of wrong jum’at itself is basically conveyed by Allah Azza Wajalla through his words contained in the holy book Al-Qur’an, Surat Al-jumuah verse 9.
“O you who believe! When it is called to pray on Friday’at, then immediately you remember Allah and leave the sale and purchase.”
Therefore, the jum’at prayer has indeed been accompanied by various virtues and wisdom that bring blessings to anyone who carries it out. One of the virtues and wisdom of praying jum’at is, the hajajnya people who are unable, as if fasting and praying for one year, forgiven his sin, rewarded the reward of sacrifice, as if he were not, worship on a special day.
Al-imam Al-shafi’I and Al-imam Ahmad narrated from Sa’ad bin ‘ubadah a hadith which means, “The day on Allah's side is Friday’at. It is greater than the day of the sacrifice and the Feast of Fitri. Inside jum’at there are five priorities. On Friday Allah created Adam and brought him out of heaven to earth. On Friday’at also Prophet Adam died.
On Friday’at there is a time when no servant asks for anything in it, unless Allah grants his request, as long as he does not ask for sin or breaks the cord of friendship. Doomsday also occurs on Friday’at. No Angel is brought near God, heaven, earth, wind, mountain, and stone, unless he fears the end of the world on Friday’at.”
Basically, prayer jum’at is an obligation of a Muslim man. In addition, many priorities and wisdom can be achieved when doing a lot of Ibadan on Friday’at, including carrying out jum’at prayers.
“Oh, yes. Nathan kid is still in college? Work? Or how?” Ask another man who is forty years old.
“I happen to be working, Sir.”
“What work, Son?”
“My profession is a pilot, sir. So my daily job is to dwell on flight deck.”
Empal middle-aged man—among whom two just asked—directly nodding his head with a look of admiration. Young, handsome, polite, well established, they thought.
“Still young is already a pilot, anyway. Masya Allah once, Nathan's son,” praise one of them. “Have a wife? If not, my eldest daughter this year just finished master's college. Maybe Nathan's son would like to get acquainted.”
“I also have a daughter who is mature and well established,” another voice said. “He works as an obstetrician.”
“I also have a niece, Son. His son is beautiful, geulis pisan instead. Solehah, good at cooking, dear family, and bla bla bla bla bla.”
Nathan responded to the chatter of the fathers with a faint smile. After they stopped talking—more precisely introduce each other's daughter and niece—barulah Nathan spoke while cupping both hands in front of the chest.
“Sorry once, Sir. There's something I need to straighten out here,” he said in a very polite tone. “I moved here with wife.”
Nathan smiled faintly, then looked at the black zirconium ring that wrapped around his ring finger. Looking at the round object, he remembered the wife who must have been waiting in their house.
“We just got married one week ago,” added Nathan. The information immediately succeeded in making the fathers silenced. Failing was their hope of having a handsome son-in-law, and established like Nathan. Newly married people, and must be warm.
“Wait a minute, Nathan's son ...Pilot Al's son isn't it?” ask one of the men, suddenly. “Today I saw a video of me attending the wedding reception of the eldest son Pilot Al. His face Nak Nathan seems familiar.”
Nathan smiled as he nodded. “Iya. I am the eldest son of pilot Al who just married the daughter of the Radityan family.”
Kontan, the fathers apologized because they suddenly spoke. They had just bragged about their daughter and niece, not knowing that the woman whom Nathan had married had a caste further above them.
“Then I first, Sir. My wife is already waiting at home.”
“I-ya, please Nak.”
“Mari, Sir. As’ssalamualaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
After parting ways with the fathers, Nathan hurried home. I can't wait to meet his beautiful wife. Because he deliberately did not bring a vehicle, he chose to walk to find a mosque that was not too far away. Along the way, Nathan who only uses white cocoa clothes, combined with subordinate sarong cloth, as well as flip-flops and black skullcap on the head, it turned out to be successful in drugging many Eve who accidentally passed him. Nathan, however, did not. He chose Gadhul bashar alias subdued the view. Remembering that there was a heart that he kept at home.
Until he accidentally saw a non-native female figure passing in front there. Not because the woman passed by a man with a look like Jefrey Nichol, but because Nathan kept that face in his memory. They must have met in the same space and time, but where? New York's? Jakarta? or where is it?
“As’salamualaikum, Ar-rumi, Zaujati (my wife).”
Greetings and warm greetings are given when the beautiful face of the wife appears when she opens the door for the first time.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, Mas.”
The wife answered the greeting, then took the back of the husband's hand to kiss. Nathan then gave a reply in the form of a sweet kiss on the forehead of his beloved wife.
“Mas change clothes first. Keep eating lunch. I've prepared a simple menu for lunch.”
Nathan nodded. He let his wife take over the prayer equipment that he brought, namely prayer and skullcap. “You haven't had lunch?”
This competitive beautiful woman using a soft nude colored abaya shook her head.
“Why haven't you eaten?” Nathan asked as he hugged the wife's slender waist.
“Nunggu Mas home jum’atan,” sahut the wife, honest.
Nathan again carved a smile as he dropped a light kiss on the head of the hijab-covered wife. “Then we have lunch together. As usual, one plate. As sunah Rasulullah.”
Alea was touched to hear it. She was getting used to eating one plate with her husband. Either Alea's feelings alone, or it's a fact. However, for Alea personally, eating one plate with her husband feels like she gets full quickly.
“Ar-rumi, Zaujati (my wife).”
“Iya, Mas?” Alea, who was just about to get a house shirt to change her husband, turned her head. Staring at the husband, waiting for the next sentence.
“You ....still in pain?”
Alea blinked. “Means?”
Nathan cleared his throat as he approached his wife. His white cocoa shirt is now dated, leaving the sweatshirt in white. “Surely it still hurts, huh? Minimal soreness and discomfort,” said Nathan when he managed to hug the wife's body that looked frozen. “If the pain lasts a long time and gets worse, we go to the doctor, yes?”
Alea, who was slow to digest the meaning of Nathan's words, responded as the doctor was brought along. “I ....it's okay, Mas.”
“Yakin?”
Alea nodded small. “Mas no need to worry. Last night Mas didn't hurt Alea at all.”
Nathan made a distance by stretching his embrace to be able to look at the beautiful face of the wife. Looking for lies there. Because Nathan is worried if his actions last night still cause pain in the property of the wife. He was very careful and gentle at work as possible.
Their plan for a walk around the city of flowers should also be pending. Want how else, considering the condition of the wife looks still uncomfortable with the condition of one of her limbs. Nathan felt a little guilty. However, that guilt was always well brushed aside by Ale.
Alea patiently explained that her condition was fine. Tomorrow they can also start the agenda to travel, visiting one by one the iconic buildings in the city of Bandung.
“I'm really sorry, because last night we did that, you feel pain and discomfort.”
Alea shook her head while raising her right hand to caress the husband's sturdy jaw. She ventured, even though her beautiful face gradually turned red. “Everything's fine, Mas. No need to worry. After all, this is a common sense experienced by the newspapers after doing the relationship for the first time.”
Nathan smiled broadly as he nodded. He then brought his face down, touching his forehead and nose with his wife's. “Do you know Ar-rumi, Zaujati (my wife). Right now I'm feeling very happy.”
“Bappy for what, Mas?” alea asked in a small voice, a glance similar to a tweet.
“Bless to finally have your own home, which is you. Zaujati (my wife) who welcomed me when I came home from outside the house. My beloved wife until jannah.”
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Response 25-09-22