The Story of the Children of the Juragan
82. He mentions his name in prayer
Salman sat outside the mosque waiting for Somad's unfinished grandfather to pray. And before long, the old man he was waiting for, finally appeared as well.
"You waiting for grandpa son?"
Salman turned his head and smiled as he nodded, replying to Somad's grandfather's question.
"Thank you."
"No need to thank the cake."
The two walked together while talking.
"Alhamdulillah, it seems like soon grandfather will be home. No, Fatim has been surrounded by many buyers." said Salman while pointing to the beautiful girl who was serving the buyer queue.
His hands moved agilely, and a thin smile seemed to expand on his face. Many college friends put their hearts on him. However, the girl refused to respond.
Some male buyers also often tease or ask themselves to Somad's grandfather. And the old man was just responding normally. The affairs of the heart let it be the affairs of his own grandson.
"It looks like Somad's grandfather has to add employees. If only Fatim could be overwhelmed. Kasian, later he sulks at his father and mother." joked Salman, making the girl blush in shame.
"Can I help you?" salman asked Fatim.
"No need, we will not pay you. Surely the pay is higher than UMR." replied Fatim while chuckling as well.
Intentionally he chuckled to eliminate the nervousness that plagued him. Assisted by a handsome young man, sholih and has a million charms, certainly make Fatim happy not kepalang.
Grandfather and the buyers who heard their jokes also chuckled.
Salman did not ask much more, he helped Fatim serve the buyers. Whatever the job, young people can do it well and skillfully.
"Salman." feeling called, the handsome young man turned to the origin of the voice.
"Let's have lunch first. Take Somad and Fatim's grandfather." cried Oma Rohmah from the porch of the house, to his handsome grandson.
"Grandfather, Fatim. Come on inside, we eat together." Salman bargained for the two people next to him. It just so happened that the buyer's long queue had been well resolved.
"It is not good to refuse sustenance. Come on." once again Salman invites.
"You're exactly like your papa. Always doing good to Grandpa. Thank you for all the good you have done for Grandpa. May Allah repay with abundant kindness." Grandpa Somad's prayer was sincere to the young man before him.
Finally Grandpa Somad nodded in agreement. The three men entered the house of Oma Rohmah.
In the living room, there has been a menu of chicken opor, sambal terasi, cucumber and basil leaves, tempeh and fried tofu and crackers. A pot of iced tea also perfected the lunch on that day.
They sat cross-legged facing the food.
"Let's cake, please take it." Salman offers Somad's grandfather to take the food first. Because he was a man and the oldest of them.
"Thank you son." Grandpa Somad immediately poured rice on his plate, then followed by the others.
After that, they immediately devoured their food while conversing. And Fatim secretly stole a glance at Salman.
The girl had indeed put her heart on him for a long time. But I dare not say it. He can only pray that one day he can be a match with her.
Love is not something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration of patience, belief and overcoming narcissism. It's not a feeling. It was practice.
And I've been disciplined, with every moment thinking of you. I have also been and remain patient, waiting for you to open your heart to me, to feel my presence at all times.
I am sure that if I keep asking Him, God will grant my prayer.
Will Allah not be ashamed of His servant when he raises his bare hands and returns empty?
Saying your name in my prayer is the best way to translate every piece of my miss to you. Hopefully one day we can match Salman.'