Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 21

The man was pensive, looking at his already much better self in front of the mirror. His body increasingly looks fresh after a long time did not consume the illegal goods.

In fact, Afin still occasionally felt the effects of the drugs. But little by little, he began to be able to hold it. Although still have to call a medical expert to win it when relapse.

The rushing flow of water from the sink faucet causes a strong bursting sound. He was still thinking about Safa's words the other day which momentarily made him feel the sting of hellfire for days.

It's not about who's delivering. But about the meaning contained in each word that it is thrown. Inevitably make the man's body shiver considering the sins that have been so accumulated in him.

The sound of the dawn adhan is still reverberating from the mosques around the housing complex where his mother lives. Only this time his ears were not deaf when he heard the dawn prayer and he could be awake immediately. There is a strong urge to perform prayers. But he realized how little prayer reading he could memorize outside his head. So long to leave the worship that became the main pillar for this religion.

His lips are still tight. Then he chose to leave his room. Hurriedly approached the security who was preparing to perform dawn prayers in his post.

"Sir, Mr. Yono!" Call him when he sees the man in his fifties putting a skullcap on his head.

"Yes, Den?" Rush out from inside there and stand outside the entrance facing him.

"Mr want to pray?"

"Yes, Den. Aden want there to be a need for the same father?"

"Yes– but, it is not necessary that it is related to energy."

The man whose face was wet with ablution water glanced into the small room at the guard post.

"Mr come with me for a moment! Bring all the cheeks," he said later while stretching first which caused a little confusion on the man's face. However, still Pak Yono followed him. Walk in the back in a hurry.

In Arifin's room, the man held his two words. Increasingly confused also the security guard.

"Please, in front. I want to be a makmum" he said. Pak Yono pensive enough in looking at the two prayer mats in the title. The one in front of the other in the back is a bit to the side. But in the wrong position.

"Aden wants to pray with me?" He asked who answered the nod of his head. "MashaAllah, facing here?" And the man in front of mak Yono nodded again.

How can Den Arif not know the direction of the Qibla in his own mother's house, huh? His mind as he slowly walked took the prayer mat and moved it in the right direction.

"I'm in the wrong direction?" Plain asking. Pak Yono laughed softly.

"Yes, hahaha. But no papa, already Mr. Benerin," he replied that made the man a little cleared his throat out of embarrassment. "But this really wants the same congregation as me, Den?"

"Yes Sir. Buruan," answered him who had stood on his alphabet. "Every time I'm here. Mr. Yono should wait for me. We pray together."

"Why not go to the same mosque, Mom. Let's taste good. Because I read it too, it's not good."

"Udahlah, now directly pray!" Arif increasingly uncomfortable bringing the man facing forward to become a priest. Actually, what Mr. Yono said was not wrong. Only he was not ready to pray. Pak Yono also then smiled thinly he read the prayer of intention but momentarily looked back.

"Den, Aden knows his prayer intentions, right?"

Well, Arifin just remembered again about the intention of Prayer. Fortunately, I was reminded. He rushed to pick up the phone and search for prayer intentions on the internet. Read it a minute, a few times. Then put the phone back on.

"Come on!" The man is back. Pak Yono nodded before raising his two hands of takbiratul ihram.

Disgusting voices, containing elements of lust that are removed from Brodi's mouth every time forcing him to have a deviant relationship are heard in the ears. And the abnormal caresses she gave him instantly made Arif lower both hands with bawling breath. While both of his legs immediately retreated and came out from the prostration pedestal.

Pak Yono had already started reading Al Fatihah's letter. As a mandatory letter that must be read during prayer. Arifin shivered like fear. He was very afraid, like seeing a blazing fire in front. He was also worried that the sinner might not receive his prayers.

Oh my God, I still don't dare. I'm still really embarrassed to face you.

The man cried without a sound. Closing his mouth tightly before finally stepping out of his room. Leaving Pak Yono who was still continuing his prayers alone.

Outside he leaned his back against the wall. Remembering all the sins he committed, as if flogging him with great fear. Is this the heart of a sinner who has broken far? To do worship he trembled in fear because of so shame?

Oh Allah..,

The gentle touch he felt on his back. The man looked back still with tears. Mother who is still wearing mukena looks sparkling when she sees Arifin using Koko gamis that she once bought first. For the first time he saw Arif wearing it, it looked very dashing. Making both netranya also remembered haru.

"Bu–Mother?" he said when he saw the woman rubbing both her shoulders while pursing her lips held back a cry.

"Mother's Child Prayer?" The delicate hand that already had the fine line of aging touched the tip of the hair on the forehead of his son who was wet from the ablution water. "Mother is happy to see this. By Allah Arifin... Mommy is happy to finally see you want to pray in this house."

Hearing those words. Arifin's chest returned in a powerful stomp.

There is no prohibition against anyone who repents. On the contrary, Allah SWT is very pleased with all His servants who want to return. Much happier, many times more, than the joy of a mother when she sees her son coming home after decades of wandering without giving any news.

Safa's words were ringing in her ears. Arifin was bowed, along with both of Mother's hands that directly grabbed her body.

"Mother is so happy, son! Oh, my God, thank you..."

Mother, Arif has not prayed. Arif actually fled when he was about to pray earlier. –both eyes closed. The tears rolled down her cheeks. After that, release the mother's embrace.

"Sorry, Bun. Actually Arif just wanted to pray. Sama Pak Yono inside," he said to make Bu Ayattul's forehead frown. "Ariff login first–"

The man went back into his room without shutting the door.

At the sight of Mr. Yono already at the last design. Arif tried to stand behind him. Although he never prayed, he often entered the mosque. And see some people who are late worshipers will immediately follow behind him. Yes, for now just come along. It's okay, the problem of prayer reading will he learn again after this.

Bismillah, bismillah,

With a racing heart. The man reassembled his coffee. After that berkakbir even though Pak Yono has started ruku'. He also followed him directly.

Bu Ayattul who was in front of the door of the room was unceasingly smiling as his lips spelled out his hamdalah many times. Is this the result of the prayer he prayed every time he finished praying for his son?

Finally, Ms. Ayattul could see her son praying at dawn. All this time. He's the hardest to wake up to. Especially when he is no longer home with her. Now there is only another wish, the Sholehah girl who came as a light in her dreams in recent days. He hoped that Allah SWT would approve and that the girl could truly become a wife for Arifin. The woman wiped her tears before moving away from the room.

# epilogue...

"Assalamualaikum..." Pak Yono turned his head to the side, then said his greetings again before turning to the contrary.after which turning his body back was about to shake hands. But he was surprised when he saw Arifin standing up again.

Lah, just noticed the Aden praying together. How come he, stood up again? –batin Pak Yono astonished. Look at the speciality of Arifin while continuing his prayer. Because he had not been conscious since praying alone. And assume when finished reading Alfatihah, Arifin deliberately did not let out his Aamiin voice.