The Holy Marriage Storm
Overnight in the Masjid

Adhan maghrib began to roar melodiously. The sky began to turn grayish in color. Suci is still stepping his feet, hoping to soon find a musholla to perform maghrib prayers and all rest.

The pamali people said that when Maghrib time arrived we were still outside the house. He said there were a lot of demons running around. Not a myth, actually it does have a basic hadith.

Want to do it again, Suci is in a big problem. He has nowhere to complain now. But he still had a place to complain that was far better than humans, far more compassionate and listening. He is his Lord, a perfect and incomparable being.

A few minutes later, Suci stopped at a mosque that was not too big. He walked into the courtyard of the mosque, There were many worshippers staring at him with strange gazes. Of course, her face looked like a woman who was overcrowded.

At that time the pilgrims after performing the maghrib prayer and many walked out of the mosque.

After performing the prayer, Suci prayed for a moment. Expecting ease in living his life.

"Yes Rabb. Give me sincerity in living my life. You are my only place to complain, Lord.."

At first he heard a man chanting the holy verse of the Quran. The Saints are looking for the presence of the voice. Not far from where he was, a middle-aged man taught with wisdom. In the Sacred mind, that person must have been the immeasur of this mosque.

Suci approached the man in his 50s.

"Assalamualaikum sir." said Suci reprimanding Mr. Burhan.

Mr. Burhan stopped his reading, turned his head toward the Holy One, and answered his greetings. "Waalaikumus salam warokhmatulla hiwabarokatuh." Answer mr. Burhan.

"My name is Holy sir, if I may ask you a favor, sir.."

"What would you like to ask for help?"

"Allow me to spend the night in this mosque, just for the night, sir, I'm in trouble, I don't know where to go." Sacred was silent for a moment. "In return I will help clean this mosque. I beg you very much.."

Mr. Burhan fell silent, feeling pity for Saints. But I don't want to know more about what kind of problem the woman is going through.

"Alright.., neng can stay at this mosque. In the corner there's a small barn, you can sleep there." Mr. Burhan pointed to a small room in the corner of the mosque. "Neng don't sleep outside, it's not nice to see people, it's also a night breeze of danger to our bodies."

Krucuk. krucuk. Lirih-liirih Pak Burhan also heard that.

Sacred nodded in excitement, at least the problem for tonight has been resolved. "Thank you very much sir., I promise you that tomorrow at dawn I will help clean this mosque."

"No need to neng. there are already officers who clean up. But if you really want and sincerely do it is okay. It's up to the Saints." Mr. Burhan moved, "I want to go home first, I don't want to stay first."

Suci said "no papa sir. once again accept a lot of love."

"Yes. yeah..."

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Rio was still lying limp on the bed, accompanied by Yati's grandmother and also Laras.

Somehow he could drink the milk that had been mixed with the stomach washer. From the morning the little boy went back and forth from the restroom.I don't know.., who else could have poisoned Rio.

It was Saints who made milk for Rio, just like the usual days. Rio was indeed close to Saints, every day he helped Laras take care of the boy. Starting from bathing, making breakfast and making milk as well. The relationship between Laras and Saints was never problematic, although jealousy always came between the two of them.

Laras glanced at his mother, "kok mother said that anyway?, mother does not like mbak Suci?"

"yes, the mother race does not like your honey. Your husband loves her more. And it turns out he has bad intentions with you and your son."

"i also did not expect buk.., it turns out that behind the innocent face mbak Suci stored rotten."

"yes it must be that she envied you Race.., you have given offspring to this family. whereas that Saint, that barren, pretentious lady."

"What did mom say, mom..?"

"yes, it's true race.."

"But ma'am., I myself am not sure if mbak Laras who has harmed Rio. mbak Laras it's a pity lo the same Rio"

"you are how Ras.., uda is clear2 there is proof." yati said with jutek.

"Evidence does lead to the Holy Mother, but who did it we do not know."

"Yes, I want to sleep first. it's so sleepy. You're here just wait for Rio."

"Yes mom.."

The barrel turned off the lights and started lying beside Rio, he stroked his son's hair and then closed his eyes.

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Suci could not close his eyes, his stomach felt sore, since last afternoon he had not filled his stomach. Her tears trickled.., remembering her togetherness with her husband.This was her first night outside the family home Adi nugraha.

There is no shadow at all, that his life will be strayed like this, even a thousand rupiah he does not have.

Sacred woke up, her stomach getting stifled. He stepped his feet towards the bathroom. intend to fill the stomach with tap water. Fortunately in the mosque there is gallon water that is provided for the pilgrims.

"Sacred Feng, this is for sweet" Mr. Burhan came with a plate of rice and side dishes.

Saints flung in disbelief, began to gulp at the sight of the rice that Mr. Burhan had brought.

"It's neng please eat, you must be hungry right?. This is my father's wife cooking." Saints received food from Mr. Burhan with great pleasure.he felt very lucky to be able to meet such a nice person. "A meal ya neng. sorry the side dish is just potluck.just sambal, tempeh and omelet only."

"Thank you very much sir, this is more than enough."

"Sama-sama neng. spent ya neng. You want to go home first."

Saints nodded. "Again, thank you very much sir.."

"Yes neng."

seriate...