The Value of Loyalty
Islam is Beautiful

"Kok's been home a long time?" Not even Linggar had actually reached inside the house, the voice of the mother had greeted from within.

"Lecture Bun, kuliaaaah." Say it with a little emphasis.

"Yes, we've had a shower, we're getting ready for the mosque there's a study."

Linggar was only able to gawk, jolted in shock when his shoulders were patted hard by Mother.

"Cepetaaannn!" Mommy is no less emphasis. accompanied by eye sling.

Linggar Mana dared to refute the words of the Mother.

Putting aside fatigue. Passed from in front of Mother, directly up to her room.

It felt like nothing, the cry of Mother from outside the room accompanied by a pounding door made her every movement faster.

"Gaaaar, maple!"

"The mosque is najaiiii."

Ckckckc, what do you think makes Mother this spirit.

In haste Linggar out of the room, still under the same supervision Mother.

Gloves have been attached at the waist covering up to the ankles.

The black velvet squat that is on the head has not been attached straight.

Fingers still moving work buttoning his white cocoa shirt.

The original slung on the shoulder.

Staring at the mother who has been seen neatly with the original gamis and pasmina attached above the head.

Mother's hand carries a paper bag that Linggar believes to be a mukena.

Though it can be installed since at home, why should be fortified all. The mosque is still in the complex, near.

Pc, are all women like that?

What if men were the same.

Wearing jeans while holster in tenteng. Ribet.

"Come on!" Mother who first stepped in haste and vigor.

Taking Linger to study is nothing new. But it had been several times since his son was mired in grief.

Walking side by side to the courtyard of the mosque kumandang azan has been heard. Make their steps faster.

Linggar also joined the ranks of men who were on the lower floor. While the mother went up to the second floor where the place of the women was allocated.

The magrib prayer was completed, followed by listening to the lecture. The studies are done regularly every Saturday and Sunday night.

The mosque is a little bit bigger.

Some people decide to

get out or go straight home. While the usual children

participate in teaching on days biasapun choose out running around and playing around the mosque.

Small dishes also enliven in the yard and seem to call those who are a little hungry or just drooling.

Linggar chose a little away from the pulpit. Being in front makes him a little uncomfortable and feels inappropriate.

Assalamu’alaikum Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh.

Innal hamdalilah wasolatu wasalamu ala rosulillah syaidina Muhammad ibni abdilah waala alihi wahbihi wamawalah (amma ba’du).

Thank God we are still given today

opportunity by Allah SWT to live part of our activities.

And MaashahAllah of the servants of Allah

today's activity, it turns out that the father/mother, friends who are chosen by Allah SWT to be lightened, softened in heart, are here to learn some of our religious guidelines.

May those present today receive the gift of Allah, as promised by the Prophet of Allah, so that they will come out from here

get guidance and kindness from Allah SWT.

Islam is beautiful. That's right.

And bring peace.

The lecture Linggar heard felt like a Simponi flowing in the ear.

His eyes feel like elus-elus, the head feels like a light massage, creating a sense of calm and comfort.

Forcing yourself to stay awake in a quiet person listening to the advice of mr. ustadz.

Some of them are seen nodding their heads, maybe understanding with the explanation of Mr. ustadz or are feeling the same as Linggar felt.

Sit cross-legged with both hands

resting on both knees, holding the head that has felt heavy since.

Faced with a man in clothes

white with a turban wrapped around the chest. They just separate with a small table wrapped in a shiny white cloth with small folds to make the table look more sweet. With

spirit Linggar reached out to shake the hand of the middle-aged man before him.

“I received the marriage and marriage of Rindiandira Ningsih Binti Khaeruddin with the dowry paid in cash.”

“Waalaikumussalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh.”

Greetings echoed throughout the mosque.

Linggar gasped in shock just because he listened to what he had commanded.

Surround a brightly lit room with full lighting from several points of the light bulb.

Linggar awakens from a dream that should listen to the word Sah after saying kabul ijab.

A few blinks of the eyes normalized his sight.

Even the eyes look red.

Heh, a rude blow was heard when he realized that the beautiful dream was really a dream.

And the lecture is over.

Lantunana Azan was re-emerged, making several others start moving in.

He himself had to go out first. His sleep automatically cancels his wudhunya.

After praying ba'da isya back his gaze around the mosque, it seems to be looking for someone.

“Bang Roy.” He cried but quietly when he realized he was still in the mosque.

“Why?” The man called bang Roy was seen smiling and started walking towards him.

Bang Roy, a man almost the same age as Linggar who chose early retirement from the nickname of thugs.

The tattoo drawn on the upper arm is faintly visible behind his short shirt. But don't take that guy for granted. Linggar was not even able to compete with the man if dealing with the holy verses.

The man had memorized 30 full juz, while Linggar hehehehe.....

To the man, Linggar knew a little about the mother who always tested Linggar shortly after this kind of study.

“About wedding Gar.” Answer the question yourself.

“Wedding bang?” Confirming bang Roy's speech.

The man nodded.

“Mampus.” Linggad while opening the black peci from his head.

“Why?” Bang Roy started walking out with Linggar.

“Mother often ask for marriage.”

“Why is it? Age is ripe, work is done. What else do you want to find?”

“Remember no body perfect.”

“If you look for the perfect until death will not be able to.” Stop for a moment, looking down for sandals.

“Iya tau banggg.” Follow down to pay attention to the ranks of sandals that are still left behind because the owner is still living

chitchat.

“Eh bang, fill in the lecture what is bang?” Again asked, do not let the mother come and catch her.

“Yes it, emmm,..” Bang Roy began to think about what the core of the lecture was to be re-explained on Linggar with such a short time.

“How do we know together if the soul mate is in the hands of Allah SWT. And emmm,..” Thinking back.

“Terusss, the known thing is that a soul mate who will be our life companion is a reflection of ourselves. For that, there are three things that make ourselves confident in someone we will marry

tomorrow, which is actually a consideration in the time ta’aruf (introduction), namely:”

“Choose, someone who can understand us in any condition, whether difficult or happy. Then, choose someone who can forgive our mistakes. Although it is difficult to get a partner with this type of forgiveness.”

“Then the last one,..”.

“Gar, Linggar.” The voice made the two men turn their heads to look at the owner of the voice.

“Mampus. Not done yet.” Linggar is only able to stand up if later ketokan land on his head when unable to answer mother's questions.

Linggar's forehead wrinkled as he looked at the mother who was leading a girl also walked towards him.

Who's the girl? Linggar don't recognize him?

“Adiba, know this Linggar child mother.” While looking at the girl who was holding a face with a prayer mat hung in her hand.

Well simple titukan, not like mother. Which game? Where's the mukenya?

The girl flanked both hands in front of her chest, smiling but looking down. Shame or what?

“Gar, know this Adiba.”

The crowbar also flanked both hands in front of the chest following the girl. Know if the girl is not arbitrary in touching men.

“Kak Dibaaaaa.” Some Anakbyang was greeting the girl at the same time. Making the girl smile, hands swung and landed on the head of one of the children, stroking quietly.

This girl is famous too.

“You guys chat first well, mommy wants to go there for a minute!” Mother while pointing in one direction prepare to step foot.

“Nga is there, I say yes!” Linggar began to step following the mother who had been separated.

What do you want to talk about, know me?

Back turn towards the belakan, “Bang I say bang. Thanks.” Accompanied by a wave of hands aimed at Bang Roy.

“You why not talk to Diba anyway?” Mother who whispered softly while gritting her teeth. Certainly upset.

“Do not know what bun. The mother's section is-there is. Like a child yesterday afternoon with all acquaintances.” Walked cuckoo while wagging his alphabet.

“You know, Adiba is a righteous girl. Good made a candidate wife.”

“He was a teacher at – mentioned one of the Integrated Islamic Schools, where parents have to prepare their own budget for a hefty school fee. Schools that have special learning programs are mainly tahfiz.”

“He was one of the memorizers of Qur’an. He also taught the children here on his usual days. He can teach you too if you marry later.” The excited mother.

Heemmmm, it was appropriate that the children had greeted him very familiarly.

Linggar just shook his head and continued to move quickly, not accept.

What's in your brain?

Introducing a girl

holy to a br3ngsek man like himself. Although the victim was only one,

he is still brengs3k. It is not appropriate to be with a dewy girl like Adiba. He knows himself.

“Eh wait a minute!”

Linggar turned to look at the mother, the look of a vaulted face when getting a sharp gaze from the mother.

“Greeting earlier,..”.

Oh, this is easy. It was a crash course.

“Who's lecturing?”

Pestilent.

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The To Be Continued.

Thanks for the support of readers.

This novel got the opportunity Promo as a Potential Novel.

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Don't forget the spirit too.

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