Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
34. He's your God

"Worshipping God? But he's not my God, Cake. Why do I worship?" joe asked confusedly.

"He's your God. Lord of all of us, Lord of the universe," the old man said, widening his hands into the air.

"You have not worshipped God, but his prophet. Jesus is the prophet Isa, the prophet of Allah SWT. You should know that, son." Old grandpa rubbed Joe's hair.

"Prophet?" Joe's forehead looked cringing. "Can't we go to the prophets, Cake?"

"Yes. If you are still in doubt, after waking up you should read the translation of the Qur'an from Surah Maryam verses 16 to 36; surah Ali 'Imran verses 49 to 55; surah Al-Ma'idah verses 110 to 118; surah An-Nisa verses 157 to 158. After reading it, God willing you will understand little by little" explained the old man.

"After waking up?" Back, Joe looks confused. Grandpa's words sounded strange in his opinion. "So, you think I'm sleeping?"

"Yes, you are sleeping. So get up now" he said.

The old man immediately blew Joe's face and rubbed it. And at that instant,—Joe opened his eyes wide, then looked up. There was a Password in front of him and he was currently lying on the floor.

"Lho, how am I on the floor, San?!" Joe hurriedly pulled his body to his feet, then turned to look at Robert on the bed. The boy was looking at him.

"Yes, sir, you slept all night on the floor. I try to wake up but not wake up" replied Sandi.

"Night sleep on the floor?!" Joe's eyes looked directly at the wall clock, which was just above the door. It shows at 5:30. "Lho, it's really morning, San."

"It's morning, sir."

"But why did I fall asleep on the floor? And where was the old man?" joe asked as he looked around the room. Searching for Grandpa's invisible presence on his nose.

"Which grandfather? There's no Grandpa-grandpa daritadi." Sandi frowned. He looked at the boss in surprise. Joe looks like a dazed man.

"Last night I didn't ask you to buy me coffee, did I? Just as I was about to enter I met the old grandfather yesterday. Who gave me the Qur'an, San," Joe said, staring at Sandi.

"My father asked me to buy coffee. I came home from the cafe ... I slept on the floor."

"Times, anyway?" Joe scratched his head hair that was not itchy. Feeling strange, and at the same time unexpected. The scene was as real as he thought.

"Daddy seems so tired, it's like that." Robert opened his voice, but it sounded so soft. "Mending Daddy shower now, so it looks cool and handsome. I'm afraid Miss Syifa's coming back to see Robert."

"Yes, honey, maybe Daddy's just a tadpole." Joe nodded his head looking at his son. "Daddy take a shower then, okay?"

"Yes." Yeah." Robert nodded slowly.

Joe stepped onto the sofa and grabbed a large black suitcase nearby. After that he opened it, then took out a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom that was in the room.

"That means I was just a dream, when the old man came to Robert's room. But the time, the Lord Jesus is God's prophet, whose name is Isa?!" mumbling Joe. He undressed while thinking about what the old Grandpa had said earlier. Although it happened like real, but it's true Joe was just a dream. "I have to read the Quran again. To find out who the prophet Isa was."

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Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Pig! Open door! I'm gonna have breakfast and go teach!" syifa shouted from inside the room while knocking on the door.

Since last night, the door to his room was locked by Abi Hamdan. And it hasn't been opened yet.

Abi Hamdan stood up from his seat on the sofa while confirming the position of the peci that looks slanted, after which he stepped into Syifa's room and opened the key and the door.

Ceklek~

"You don't have to go teaching today" he said flatly, staring at Syifa. The lavender hijab-wearing woman was wearing a navy blue suit. It's so neat with carrying a bag and wearing shoes.

"Why? Today's guy I have a teacher meeting." Syifa stepped from the door of the room, then grabbed Abi's hand, about to kiss him. But the man just moved his hand. As if not.

"Abi's already said, you don't go into teaching first. If you can, .. mending you stop being a teacher."

"Lho, why, Bi?" Syifa looked surprised to hear that.

Abi Hamdan stepped towards the living room sofa, then sat down on one of the sofas. "What do you do as a teacher, if your behavior does not reflect the personality of a teacher. Shamed Abi, Fa."

"meaning?" Syifa stepped closer with a frowning forehead. He looked puzzled at what the old man said.

"Evening ... What are you trying to do with Jojon? Abi was really disappointed with you. All this time Abi educated you to be a moral woman. But you're like that." Abi Hamdan's eyes stared fixedly full of disappointment. Although Joe has explained, but in fact he still does not believe a hundred percent.

"Abi just misunderstood. Joe and I did not say anything. That night I fell asleep in his car" Syifa said honestly.

Before long Umi Maryam came with a tray containing fried rice and a cup of black coffee. He also put it on the table.

"You don't like Jojon, but why are you chasing him in a restaurant? Even though you came there 'his intention was to have dinner with Fahmi. But you let her down, Abi doesn't feel good about her, Fa."

Syifa slowly rousing Abi Hamdan's hand, then grasped it while sitting on the sofa beside him. "I'm sorry, Bi. What I did last night was spontaneous because I was worried about Robert. I caught up with Mr. Joe because I wanted to see Robert in the hospital, that's it, that's it" he explained at length.

"But you don't like Jojon, do you?"

Syifa.

"Tell?" abi Hamdan asked.

"Yes. He's a non-Muslim, too, Bi."

"If he were to convert? You likey?"

"No idea." Syifa shook her head, then turned her face the other way. However, Abi Hamdan unintentionally saw the two cheeks of the girl looking red blushing.

"Do not know? Don't tell me you'll like it. Until whenever Abi won't let you marry her! Which Abi wants you to marry Fahmi. Just him, nothing else!" firmly with loud.

"I'd rather be a spinster. Rather than marry an arrogant man like Fahmi's sister!" Syifa immediately stood up and released her hand. Feeling annoyed, it was still morning to discuss Fahmi's problem.

"Hush! Don't say it like that, it's not polite!" reprimand Abi Hamdan with bulging eyes.

He looks angry Syifa said so, because assume if Syifa is talking about Fahmi that is not-no. But it's true, the man is arrogant. It was just that Abi Hamdan's eyes seemed to still be closed.

"I don't want to be betrothed to Fahmi! Point!" syifa was angry. Then ran out of the house without saying hello.

Abi Hamdan immediately stood up with his jaw already hardened. Her feet were about to run after Syifa who had just left, but Umi Maryam suddenly held her right hand.

"Not to be chased, Bi, just leave it," said Umi Maryam softly.

"But where is he going? Did you see Jojon?" abi Hamdan grumbled while staring at Umi Maryam fiercely.

"Syifa must have gone to teach, didn't she say there was a meeting." Umi Maryam pulled her husband's hand to sit back on the sofa, then rubbed his chest. "Don't be too hard on Syifa, Bi, pity her" he added.

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