The True Love
Barbarous House

The voice of Azan felt the ear of Karman at dawn. The sky bristled with solid sisal night stars. While a thin mist began to descend through the trees, it trembled at the neon lights on the roadside. Humping\-endap Karman, among clumps of bamboo and weed grass with sack bundles firmly attached to the back. On the road ahead, in a dim view. Karman sees some parents walking bent\-bent toward surau. The smell of the fragrant oil was bubbling from the body of the old man\-man, he jerked Karman's nose.

Concealed bundle of sacks, covered in dry foliage and broken branches, Karman whizzed out following the steps of the man\-man. The streets seem deserted, because that is how early morning worshipers in Surau, only contain people\-old people. Cold water pouring from the solid, fresh feeling wash the face of Karman while it ablution. Stepping Karman, be careful\-care, treading surau steps, sitting cross-legged waiting for iqamat. The noise of remembrance caused Karman to drift away.

"Your eyes are red. You didn't sleep all night, Karman?" After the dawn prayer, Haji Basir approached, patting Karman on the shoulder.

Karman gasped, rubbing\-scrubbing eyes.

"Yet, Mr. Haji. .." Karman's voice raucous, fixing the sit.

"I admire you, Karman. You're a young man who still wants to keep the house of God. As you can see for yourself, there are no young people who worship at dawn here. Only the old\-people already stink of soil," said Haji Basir full of admiration. Smile expands. "Oh, yes, I heard you've decided to stay in this village. That's very kind. Practice the knowledge that you obtained during the pesantren for the benefit of the people."

Karman nodded\-nod. In the east, between the vines of mist and dew still clinging to the end of the leaves, a streak of red light slowly burst open. The light soon touched the ground. Suddenly Karman was agitated. Remembering the bundle of sacks he had hidden in the empty yard across the street. Not wanting to linger\-long, Karman immediately greeted the old man\-man in front of him, saying please.

Azan isya' just reverberated. However, Karman did not immediately rush to Surau because at his house, on a shabby mat, sat three young people. Their eyes were firm, implying earnestness. While stroking his\-elus beard that began to grow, Karman stared one by one young people his age. "From now on congregate you here. Because the mosque is nothing but a place of prostration. I'll build a mosque in this house!" In senvap, Karman's voice shakes. "There are a lot of rich people in this village. There is no mosque! Astagifirulla..."

"Do you have the money to build a mosque?" Someone asked. Doubtful.

For a moment, Karman looked at the person and then laughed softly. "God is the Mighty and the Merciful" answered Karman with certainty. Twisting the\-twisting grain of tasbih, his heart continued to ponder. "The riches of Haji Basir, Kiai Ali, Lurah Marwan, Mardi's Magician, are nothing before God." While releasing the prayer beads, he flicked his finger.

Cold night through the window. Followed by drizzle, tiris. However, the three innocent young people of the village still did not turn away from the face of Karman. In my heart I hold admiration. Karman, an orphan who used to be very poor, after almost eight years of wandering, is now starting to dare from his poverty. Everyone knows, a patch of rice paddies left by Karman's parents, it's impossible to make Karman what it is today. Moreover, the dry season is long, the rice field can not produce anything\-nothing, except bongkah\-bongkah red land.

"Behold, all that is in the earth and the heavens belong to God. There is the abundance of Allah's sustenance." Karman's voice became soft, swallowed by a drizzle that seemed to be turning into a torrential rain. A strong wind whirled, striking the leaves of\-leaf. Karman closed the window. The prayer mat still clung tightly to his grasp.

"You mean?"

Karman was surprised to get the question. However, the smile that then expanded on her lips was able to erase her shock.

"Worship only to Allah, and work hard"

"I have worked hard and diligently worship, but still remain poor. If I were to die, would I sin?"

Karman was back. For a moment, his forehead creased. However, his lips returned a\-motion move, smiling. His eyes shaded. "One day, the companions came to the house of Caliph Umar, complaining of a thief caught taking the property of a rich man. The Companions wanted Caliph Umar himself to cut off the thief's hand. However, Caliph Umar could not bear to do because the thief was very poor life. A few days later, the companions came again to the house of Caliph Umar carrying the same thief. Again, Caliph Umar could not bear to cut off the thief's hand. Caliph Umar said that if he steals for the second time, it must be cut off not his hand, but the hand of the rich man. So..."

"God tests them with the loss of property, merely to remember Allah. Later, if the mosque is completed, it is easy for them to realize, return to the way of Allah." Karman's voice rang out loud in the hot afternoon, stroking his long and busier beard\-elus while watching Lasto, Ugon, and Tandu three loyal students continue to be busy completing the foundation of the mosque. Panting\-puff the three people were carrying stones, transporting sand, and making cement dough. The truck occasionally roared down building materials.

"Will Allah curse this village?"

Pensive for a moment, Karman shook his head. "Easy.may Allah forgive. Allah is Forgiving. Lasto, has your father started praying?"

Lasto who was asked looked up. "It."

"good. Hopefully he will become a member of heaven. What about your father, Tandu?"

"Yesterday has been diligent, but now it's pensive"

"Why?" Karman's approaching.

"Since the goat is gone, you don't want to pray" Like being stung by electricity, Karman's face paled. But hanva for a moment. "Is your house still near that rice field, Tandu?"

"really. What's up?"

"Oh.., it's okay. Maybe your father forgot I zakat. Tell your father to pray again. May Allah replace with abundant sustenance."

Not wanting the construction of the mosque to falter, Karman hired the porters of the building.i Secretly villagers amazed. In the midst of poverty that continues to undermine, Karman is getting richer. Although the floor is still ground, the walls have not been coated with cement, the dome has not been installed, the mosque has been used for congregational prayer. Karman always proclaims the Azaan and acts as a priest. But, only the first day of the mosque was crowded. The next days people are lonely. His congregation was never more than ten people!

The unrest of the villagers is growing because it has been almost eight months the thief has not been caught. Some people had seen the thief's brilliance, but like a demon, the thief suddenly vanished in the dark. Never sniffed his fingers. Some people again saw the thief sneaking into the porch of the mosque, but once seen inside, only the astonishment was there.

Unrestrained vengeance, making villagers keep on guard. Many have stopped working, for the task of eliminating evil is far more noble and rewarding. A thief must have his hand cut off! And, out of nowhere the source, kasak-kusuk began to mention the name Karman as the culprit of theft during this time. Thus, hatred began to grow in everyone's chest towards Karman. People began to spy on Karman's every move.

One night, when the moon shines bright enough the long mystery begins to unfold. Ten more people, there was no way their eyes could be fooled and, the man hiding behind the bushes with a sack bundle attached to that back, was clearly none other than Karman! With the sword drawn and hatred stirred, people simultaneously hunted the man. Cheering them, precisely because the person who has been known by the community, turned out to be an accomplished thief. A fist was struck, the sword swung, occasionally gleaming in the moonlight.

The thief was ten or fifteen meters away, but suddenly people stopped. Snuggle. Sharpen hearing. From the mosque, the sound of dawn is heard loud, echoing, piercing the ear drum. In addition to being very memorized, the ears of ten people cannot be misheard. Clearly, the voice of the azan belonged to Karman! And, isn't Karman the only one who's still willing to say the word?!

So who is this thief? In silence, people look at each other. Wonder.