The Story of the Children of the Juragan
166. Learn to worship
After the Maghrib prayer is completed, proceed with a short tausyiah. And after that, all headed to the dining room to enjoy dinner.
Romi and Ronald return home. Because they do not want the two to make a noise when eating hours take place.
Arriving at home. The two looked at each other, saw on the table there was a saji hood.
Eagerly, Romi opened it. Because his stomach is getting wrapped up. His eyes were rounded when he saw rice, two pieces of tofu and two pieces of tempeh, and spinach. And all of it was put in a plastic bowl.
"What the fuck!" in a fit of rage, Romi throws the hood.
"Quick spend. Don't protest too much. Soon return to the mosque to pray Isya'." reprimanded Marco's assistant.
Finally inevitably, they poured vegetables into rice dishes and began to bribe.
Suddenly a teenage boy approaches Marco's assistant carrying two large plastics.
"Sir, this is for you and your friends. From Mr. Marco."
"Hem, thank you."
The assistant brought two large plastic rice boxes inside. And share with his teammates.
When opening the box, the smell of spaghetti bolognese directly pierces the sense of smell, which makes you hungry. They ate that food with great pleasure.
Ronald and Romi compared the food they ate to that eaten by a bull-faced bull in front of him. Then swallow the saliva. Both wanted that food.
After the Isya prayer, the two sat in the mosque cross-legged with Haji Dahlan and papa Andre. While Marco's assistant stood guard and watched them at a fairly close distance.
"Sir Ronald, son Romi. From tonight we learn little by little about our religion. At the prayer, you two talked. And that can't be done. Can cancel our prayers."
Papa Andre began to convey knowledge slowly. But the father and son couple did not pay much attention, and instead played his fingers.
Sometimes he also raised his head to scan around the mosque room. In some places, teenagers are forming halaqoh.
Marco's assistant, who knows the two's behavior, returns to his gun. So that they pay attention to Andre who is delivering knowledge.
"Sir, it's nine. When are we going to sleep?"
Instead of asking something related to what was said, Romi actually asked about other things.
"Now you can sleep, son. But remember yes, two o'clock get up to follow the evening prayer together."
"Two o'clock in the afternoon, right?" ask Romi again to Andre.
"No, but two o'clock at night."
"It's still night. What about eight o'clock?" Romi tried to negotiate.
Haji Dahlan and papa Andre reviewed the smiles.
"You can miss the dawn prayer" said Mr. Andre.
"Silence, ustadz. Business wakes up, leave it to me. If they don't want to get up, we'll just shoot. Let's sleep forever." Marco's assistant heard the conversation chimed in. I did not hesitate to pull out my gun again.
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"What the hell is it, pa?" mama Margaret asked her husband, when she saw him chuckling while holding his phone.
"Mom, ma. Look." Marco shows a video of Ronald and his son while participating in activities at the boarding school.
"How long have they been there, Dad?"
"Until they want to apologize to us."
"Huh, that long?" Marco nodded confidently.
"If you give a sentence, don't take responsibility, ma. True what Adam said, there is indeed the most suitable place for both.
In the middle of his parents who were talking, Leon actually seemed engrossed with his cellphone. He opened a website about Islam. Sometimes his forehead is wrinkled, like a person who is thinking something.
"Pa, what's wrong with our son? Didn't you ever see her that serious?" margareth whispered to her husband. Both of them are sitting on the sofa waiting. Marco also watched Leon.
"Are you texting Fatim, pa?" guess Margaret.
"It could be, ma."
"It's okay, Fatim is a pretty good girl. It's better Leon is close to him, can turn a little more mature and a little more polite too."
"Why does papa give value just a little bit just the same child himself?"
"Let him have the passion to add value to the good that is in him, ma. Our son is already big. It is time to be mature and serious. Not doing as he pleases. If you die, who will take care of our company?"
"Papa, don't talk like that dong. My mom is sad." Mama Margaretha put her head on her husband's arm.
"We're approaching Leon yuk, pa. Maybe he needs something." Margaret got up from her seat and approached her son.
"Leon, what are you busy with?" ask the mother who surprised Leon. But her mother knew she was opening a site about Islam.