The Colorful Work World
Ch. 129 Pray for the Father 2

At that time, before I went to Ustadz Y. I got a call from Maman.

“Ray, where else?”

“At home, what is Om?”

Om Maman told me that he wanted to invite me to visit his other ustadz acquaintances. Because yesterday we went to ask ustad X for prayers. This time he asked me to go to another city.

“Bby, where is he om?”

My uncle then began to tell me the path we had to go to get to that place. Hearing the story alone, the laziness to go there appeared so great. Especially when you hear that the road that must be passed perforated, dived sharply, and the car cannot pass. I just go outside the house lazy, let alone have to visit such a place?

At first I thought we were going alone on a motorcycle. But said Maman. I can just go with him. That's fine, there's no need to be tired.

“Truly not papa nih om?”

“Gapapa, relax aja. Don't forget later ready the envelope for alms ya”

Before going there. Maman talked about this with my mother. According to him, for this prayer procession with ustadz. Must provide alms with a certain nominal amount. It depends on how much prayer you are going to recite.

But last I checked, actually this also depends on our ability. When I gave the money, the ustadz never mentioned the price, let alone opened the envelope to check the amount of money in it. He put it in his pocket and thanked God and thanked him.

After the discussion with mother, I finally accepted the task of going to this Ustadz Y. Because if the place is far away like this, pity also if the mother is leaving. Especially if you just go pray with Maman. It can be dangerous later.

We leave home in the morning. About 9 nan. He said so that the road is not hot and later the return will not be kesorean. Before going to the place of the ustadz, we had to stop to several places first.

The first place we stopped was Pak Haji om Maman acquaintance. He said he also knew my father. But I personally don't remember who this guy is. The second place we went to was the Blue Mart. We buy food and drinks here to give to Mr. Ustadz. The drink will be given a prayer, then will be brought back home. Later the drink will be drunk by the father, and the rest drunk by other family members.

Finished from the Blue Mart, then the real journey begins. At first I was skeptical because on the way did not enter the narrow and dangerous road. But the view of the road that was initially still visible to the city, in just a few minutes, suddenly turned into a forest and hills.

I was surprised because it was only a few minutes from the highway. Suddenly the streets were like this. Seeing the condition of this road, I could not possibly be willing to go to this place with a passenger. Bring it yourself is not necessarily safe, especially if both.

The tense journey continued for a few minutes until at the end, we got to where Mr. Ustad lived. It's pretty much in the corner of the hill. It looks like a simple home. And what I remember most, it's hard to get a signal here.

“Assalamualaikum”

“Waalaikumsalam. Come, please enter” Sang ustad welcome us and drive us into the house.

The part of the house we entered was the mosque next to his house. Mushola is also a place where children learn to teach and gather to learn nasyid. Nasyid itself is more or less a group that plays a musical instrument and is usually there to accompany the stage of spiritual songs.

After me, Maman, and Haji sir came in and sat down inside. Om Maman began to tell us the purpose of our arrival to this place.

“This sir Ustadz his photo”

The UStad saw the photo he saw from my phone. Then he seemed to think for a moment and then expressed his opinion from the religious and spiritual side. Whether true or not, but from what I hear. Indeed, the father's body has been weak due to his lifestyle so far. So the possibility to heal can not in a short time.

He asked for my father's full name and my grandmother's name. He will pray according to the name I wrote. I neatly began to write the name of the party he requested. The writing must be legible, because my handwriting if rushed must be disheveled. After I finished writing, I handed the writing back to the ustadz.

“...”

Mr. Ustadz was silent for a while and began to recite prayers. After that, the water we had brought was all prayed for. He also advised to immediately spend the water and all family members should drink. Because if left too long, the efficacy can disappear. Hearing that, I tried not to forget to ask mom and the others to drink this water.

Then we started chatting for a while until it was time for me and om Maman to come home. Before we came home, the ustad said the last prayer very clearly and I heard it with my own ears.

“May mr xxx bin xxx on day xxx and 11.35 if indeed his destiny is healed. Quickly healed. Otherwise, hopefully not prolonged pain.”

Hearing his prayer, I said aamiin as loud as he then saying goodbye together with om Maman. While Pak Haji is still living there because he still has other business. We went back down the steep road before returning home.

“Still yes Om, already nganterin to pak ustadz”

“Sama-sama Ray, who is stoic yes.”

“...” I just smiled a little at my words.

After the conversation with Maman. I intend to rest. But before that, I saw a message coming into my WA message. How surprised I was to see that the one who sent the message was my mother and the contents.

[Ray, papah is suddenly critical. Now Mamah went directly to Bogor to accompany papah. Take care of your brothers and sisters at home]

I was silent for a moment when I saw the message. Then reply to the message to the mother to remain patient and strong in this situation. This message was also conveyed to om maman because he had to give up the water that had been prayed for for the father. After spreading the news, I was surprised to see the clock message mom entered into WA.

11.35 WIB

Seeing this familiar time, I remembered the prayer uttered by Ustadz Y that I had just met.

‘Is...Don't this a sign?’ I said in my heart before finally taking a break after a long journey to meet Mr. Ustadz.

Indeed this has touched the realm of the supernatural. But to believe it or not, it is up to each other's opinions. But I personally, kind of believe in mystical things after all this happened. Do not forget to continue to worship and increase faith in accordance with their respective religions. Love and peace.

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