Young Wife For My Husband
CHAPTER 225 Arthur Handoko's Self-Search Part Two
Sinead O'Connor came to this mosque? Her clothes are like Inayah's?
Of course Arthur's brain worked hard guessing.
The old singer artist who once boomed in his time turned out to be a convert even hijab so well.
The song Sinead O'Connor was once a song of encouragement Arthur Handoko when Bianca decided her love and married a soldier man who she said was betrothed by her parents.
First love is painful.
Failed to move on despite dozens of women alternating in Arthur's life since then.
Until finally he and Bianca began to connect secretly behind the scenes when at that time he was married and had one child.
...NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU...
...No One Can Match You...
...The Sinead O’ Connor...
It’s been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you look your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you look your love away
Since you were gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whatever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
Nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It's only been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you left your love
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you left your love
Since you left I did whatever I liked
I can see who I choose
I can eat at a fancy restaurant
But not one
I said nothing could take away this deep sadness
Because no one can match
No one can match you
Recalling the song made Arthur grieve.
The girl of his tribe is now dirt-muggled. Died of leukemia that gnawed him.
Arthur recalled Sinead O'Connor entering the mosque.
He was in a hurry because he wanted to pray! Arthur muttered with stunned eyes, seeing the obedience of the artist who has now migrated.
Arthur remembered Inayah.
The tall girl so sweetly smiled in her eyes.
"Geez..., why is he so sweet even though I hurt him so many times!?" slow down to yourself.
Arthur pensively thinks of Inayah who is pregnant and has to live alone without the help of Husband.
"Hhh..."
He involuntarily sighed regretting his actions during his waking from the coma after the accident.
It's beyond a doubt.
The middle-aged female singer smiled and nodded in agreement.
Instantly Arthur is fascinated with the charismatic aura of Sinead O'Connor, which is far from his imagination ten years ago.
"You can call me Shuhada! Shuhada Sadaqat, exactly!" he said it was in strong English because he was from Ireland, a constituent country of the United Kingdom.
The more open mouth Arthur heard the narration of the artist.
"Amazing!"
"Yes. It's just so incredible. I myself to this day still greatly amazed at the greatness of Allah Subhanahu WaTa'ala. Oiya, what's your name Young Man?"
"Hehehe... already expired called young man, Miss! I am 37 years old. And I also convert like Miss Connor."
"God's Masya. Glad to hear that we are brothers and sisters."
Much of Arthur's story comes from a brief chat with Sinead O'Connor, who changed his name to Shuhada.
The singer's first meeting with her young fans flowed without planning.
Everything is so meaningful within. To the extent that Arthur could not say a sentence when he heard the singer who had hit in his era told the story of his life that shook the heart.
"Madam, it's time we get back!"
Personal driver Sinead O'Connor approached and reminded the now deeply religious singer.
"Oh, okay. Arthurian. Sorry, I have to leave immediately. It's nice to meet you."
"I am very happy to be able to talk to Madam. I also heard an amazing life story. I really appreciate it."
"May you recover his memory. And get happiness from Allah SWT."
"Aamiinu. Thank you, madam for your prayers."
"Sholat Isya was once. Excuse me. Assalamualaikum..."
"Wait, Madame. Can I get his personal number? I would like to consult."
"Sorry, Arthur. I have to go now. May you succeed in reaching your world and hereafter. Assalamualaikum..."
"Greetings waalaikum..."
Both of Arthur's eyeballs stared at Sinead O'Connor until it disappeared from behind the mosque door.
Like getting a spiritual flush that makes Arthur very excited to go to the ablution.
And he abides with precision and order.
Even without Arthur guessing, his memory of the reading of ablution intent was so clear. Until he himself was stupefied to realize his ability to read and memorize Arabic letters such as prayer intention ablution.
Arthur continued his worship. Isya four rakaat prayer is even so smooth its prayer reading until the final tahiyatul.
Arthur finished praying alone inside the mosque.
This was his first prayer after waking up from a coma.
The feathers bristled to realize the greatness of the Creator who now believes.
Instantly, she fell with her tears.
Like a reed of all his pride all this time.
Arthur cried sobbing while prostrating to beg the pardon of the Kholiq.
His memory has not returned. But his heart was like it had just been doused in soothing cold water.
Now he realized that he had believed in Allah Ta'ala.
His heart is strong. That his religion is indeed Islam, as Inayah and her family and Victor told.
Arthur understood the concept of true faith.
Faith is not due to the influence of a person. A true faith that believes in the greatness and power of God the Most True.
With the guidance of the grand imam of the AISabeel Noor Al-Islam mosque, Arthur again strengthened his faith to say two sentences of the creed.
Tonight, Arthur vowed to worship at the mosque without returning to the apartment until the next day.
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