Trapped Enchantment Thugs Insaf
76. Punishment Or Order?

Akhmar came home from college using an ojek.  Aldan's already on his rented porch.  His brother looked at Akhmar with a frowning forehead.

“Motormu where?” ask Aldan who saw Akhmar coming down from the motorcycle.

Akhmar turned the door lock and entered.  “Sini, Mas.  Login!”

“Mas here only.  Can't take long.”  Aldan stood on the terrace.

“The motor that Mas Aldan bought in was destroyed, Mas.  Burned same thugs.”

Aldan's surprised.  But he already understands the relationship of his brother who collapsed, so he is not surprised if his sister has enemies.

“Trus how did you get back to campus?  Riding an ojek kayak earlier?” ask Aldan.

“Mas, please don't do anything else for me.  Don't give me money, don't buy me a motorbike, and don't do anything else. Everything you've added for me is enough!”

“Mas has savings.  And it can if to buy you the motor price seventeen millions.”

“OK.  But this is a count of debt!  Later I will pay if I already have a steady income.”

Aldan smiled knot.  He patted Akhmar's hard arm.  “Serious want to work?”

Akhmar.

“Mas knows you can be responsible.  Surely it can,” said Aldan.

“Mas certainly also need for Mas own needs.  A wedding there!  let there be responsibility!  So instead of thinking I keep.”

Again Aldan smiled wryly.  

“Mas giving money is still with me. And it is enough to meet my needs,” Akhmar said.

“Do not use that money for things that are not useful!  anyway it's just for the needs of good-good.”

Akhmar waving an eyebrow.

“Soal motor, will take care of it as soon as possible,” said Aldan. “Mas go first.  O yes, papa is not healthy.  Two days ago I went to the hospital because of my shortness of breath.  But now it's home and it's mingling.”

“Only papa ever asked me?”

Aldan only glanced at Akhmar, then stepped away.  He got into his car.

***

“Wa yu’allimuhul-kitaaba wal-hikmata wat-tauroota wal- ingjiil.”  Aiza's voice sounded very melodious when reading the holy verse, giving an example to a child who last taught.

The boy followed the lafaz recited by Aiza.  Then he finished his reading and ran out after greeting.

Aiza looked towards the door, waiting for someone.  Why didn't Akhmar come?  Didn't Aiza already say that Akhmar should still come to learn njai?

The girl saw the watch in her hand.  Then put a wooden ruler that he can use to lightly hit children whose memorization is not smooth.  He packed up to leave the room.  But just as he was about to get up, a distinctive voice sounded.

Aiza raised her face, she dumbfoundedly stared at the figure standing in the doorway.  The man looked alim with white skullcap, blue cocoa shirt and matching color gloves.  There was a mustache stuck above his lips.  Moles are quite large under the eyes, as well as glasses that add to the geeky effect.  The man then stepped in.

“Greetings not answered, yes just in,” protest the man.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Aiza despite being late.  He was still stunned as the man sat before him, put down the iqro and smiled widely.

“Akhmar?” Aiza chuckled at the mustache above the lips of the man who was swaying about to let go.

“Ssttt... Don't mention that name.”  Akhmar tidied up his wayward mustache.  It was hard to put that thing on his lips.  At least Ismail did not recognize him if he came to Aiza's house with such an appearance.  

“Fear of fear?” Aiza is still laughing.  “You're funny that way.”

“Yaah.  Wherever I might insist on staying here if your brother kicked me out, can be good later.  I'm not afraid of you, but afraid I can't see you.”

Aiza's laughter instantly vanished.  The girl lifted up her ruler.  “Don't start mode yes!”

“Sorry!”  Akhmar raised two fingers.  

They started with basmallah.  Learning to teach, then continued with memorization deposit.  Incredible, Akhmar memorized smoothly.  Unstated, and the pronunciation is also now appropriate.

Aiza salutes the persistence of Akhmar whose memory so quickly opened God to memorize the Qur’an.  

"How are you praying?" aiza asked after Akhmar finished his memorization.

"Who's prayer? Mm... I forgot a lot of his reading. You have not prayed for a long time" replied Akhmar lightly.

"Well, then you recite the prayer." Aiza began to teach Akhmar the whole prayer. From takbir to salam. 

Akhmar easily memorized it. Tok cer's brain. Because it is not new for Akhmar memorizing the prayer reading, before he had also memorized, just forgot because he did not practice prayer for too long.  The answer is also correct now.

Aiza requested that Akhmar perform a prayer movement while reciting his recitation.

Perfect. Akhmar.

“Tomorrow hafalin two letters!” tell Aiza.

“Jeez, so many tasks.  It's a doom or what?”

Aiza smiled hearing Akhmar grumbling.  “Just hafalin two letters tomorrow huh!”

“Kok two?” akhmar protest.

“The letter is short.  You are easy to memorize.  I think those two letters will be as if you had memorized them and one night.”

“This punishment or command?”

Aiza was smiling. 

Seriate