The Story of the Children of the Juragan
72. Ar-rahman Letters
"You know, when we had lunch earlier, and were talking to Marquez and Melati, Wulan accidentally said 'alhamdulillah'." so many grandpas, making grandma quite surprised and turned her head towards her husband.
"Not only that, he also admitted to being sent by his parents for loving men who have different understandings with us." added grandpa, making grandma sigh long.
He is very close to his grandson who must undergo a fate that is quite complicated.
"Did that man teach Wulan to say that?" chirp grandma out of curiosity. Grandpa just shook his head, a sign of him not knowing either.
"What did you say to our grandchildren? Are you scolding her?"
"Of course I don't have the heart to scold him." said grandpa as he looked at his wife.
"We can only pray for him and support his intention to work here. On matters of the heart, I dare not interfere. But let's hope he gets a soul mate who's understanding." Grandma nodded in agreement.
The two went back into silence while thinking about their grandchildren. There were many question marks filling the space of his two heads.
But all the answers are still a difficult mystery to solve. Eventually the two pulled the blanket over and began to close their eyes.
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While in Wulan's room, at the same time. He who still felt full, could not close his eyes.
He tried to turn on the television. But many times he changed his canel, none of which entertained him.
Want to call both parents, they must have slept. Due to faster time difference.
It seems there's nothing he can call. If there is one, it is Leon. But considering all the behavior of the man lately made him careless and reluctant to contact her. Wulan finally opened her social media.
Especially when one verse is repeated up to 31 times. Wulan scrunched his forehead. Why one sentence should be repeated a lot. And when he read the meaning, he was immediately made to limp.
'That is the favor of your Lord which you lie to.'
It seemed that he had neglected too much of all the favors God had given him.
He regretted when he was still given health, perfect sense even relax. His brain is only focused on learning world science without being balanced with spiritual debriefing.
Every weekend he always went to a place of worship with his parents. Followed the ritual to completion, but somehow all of it never got into its heart.
Is it possible because he followed the worship since childhood, so it feels like a habit. Not something that is sincere and born from his heart.
When the verse was read in his holy book, he also felt ordinary, not the slightest bit of his heart quivering.
"It seems like my faith is starting to sag. I better read my own scriptures." he murmured, he got up from his seat and looked for his holy book.
After finding him, he returned to his bed. He leaned against the wall as he opened the thick book and began to read it.
For almost two hours, he spent reading. But his brain is dead-end.
"Am I too tired to see the numbers on the laptop screen? So that I can't understand the meaning of my own scriptures?" mumbling again.
He closed the book and placed it beside his bed. Then reopen the phone. He looked for the qori that read Ar-Rahman's letter, then turned it around slowly. Shortly after, he began to sleep soundly.