Please Let go of me
Chapter 85 - Is this the time?

After finishing with the office work, Suci was about to go home and wait for an invitation. Be patient if the driver is still on the road. One by one the people in the office started to leave the place, creating silence. Patience is increasingly thin, the invitation has not yet arrived, glancing at the clock on the screen of his phone that is almost dusk and soon will enter Maghrib time. He called the driver again, making sure the middle-aged man who was the driver was fine. His anxiety grew, the atmosphere began to darken and also deserted. It made him a little worried, considering the streets began to be empty. 

"I'd better book a taxi" the menolognya while ordering a taxi online, and occasionally glancing at the atmosphere around the quiet. Only he was there, again contacting the driver by sending a short message. 

But before that he did. He looked at a passing taxi, he quickly intercepted it and went inside unsuspecting. "My earrings are at this address!" holy Word showing the address on his phone.

"Well" said the driver, confirming the position of his hat, a faint smile etched on his face.

Saints can breathe with relief, remembering himself who will soon get home. Pray in his heart to be safe until his destination, not wanting to stay in the taxi too long. Enjoying the journey, the streets seem quiet and also lonely. Not forgetting he read the verse of the chair and also recited, but his heart felt uneasy. Looking back at the streets that looked foreign, considering he had been trapped by his driver a little raised suspicion on people who were driving a taxi. 

"Sorry, this is not the way. Why did you bring me here?" the Holy One who called his Lord's name so that he could be saved, did not know what motive the man had used. "I don't want to come here, you got the wrong address."

Suddenly the car stopped abruptly, making Suci startled and looked at the man in front. "I don't have the wrong address" said the driver, who turned his head, the man grinned. 

"Who are you? What was my mistake with you? Why did you bring me here?" so many questions were asked by Saints, still in shock with the unidentified man smiling wickedly. He looked at the stranger with a frightened look on his face, as the man was holding a small gun as a means to threaten. 

"If you don't come with me, then the lead in this gun will be lodged in your head. Hand me your phone!"

Without waiting any more time, Suci gave her the phone. The threat from the man made him very frightened and also broke out in a cold sweat. "Who are you really? What's the matter you kidnapped me?" 

"Name doesn't matter, inevitably you have to come with me. If you want to survive, then follow my words." The man's sarcasm cynically. 

Saints are silent and cannot dwell, like a mannequin. "What's my fault with you?" his question, which seeks to control fear, behaves calmly when the heart is still dhikr. 

The man turned his head and looked at Suci sharply, took out a bottle of alcohol and drank it in front of the hijab-wearing woman. Spending alcohol made his mind so calm, the evil laugh gave anyone goosebumps.

"Do you know what you're up to me, huh?" 

"I don't know your intentions, you better let me go."

"Ck, it's not that easy." The man placed the intoxicating drink and put the gun on the Holy forehead. "I want to see and hear your answer, open the cloth that covers your head or I'll shoot you!" threaten the man.

Holy swallow saliva, he does not want if the self-esteem of a Muslim woman is trampled by a man. "I'd rather die than open this hijab."

The man pulled the trigger keeping Saints calm. "Are you sure?"

"I fight in the way of my Lord, do not destroy what has been commanded, though I have to pay dearly."

"It looks like you're ready for the afterlife."

Suci only fell silent and did not answer, but his heart continued to ponder fervently. 

"Alright, I accept your choice." 

The saint smiled calmly. "I am not afraid of your threat, if my death has come and I must accept it with all my heart." After finishing his dhikr, he immediately closed both of his eyes. It's ready if the bullet will penetrate the brain and cause death. He did not want to be prejudiced to Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala and gave life and death to the khalik. 

"I will grant it" said the man, who looked happy, simply because he had kept a cloth covering his head, making the woman willing to die in his hands.