A CHILD WHO COMMITTED ADULTERY AT THE DEATH OF HIS ORANGTA.
USTAZAH IN THE MAFIA MATCHMAKING
Zalikha continued to look at a picture of a man's face in a photo sent by one of his worshippers half an hour ago, after the Isha Prayer.
The picture depicts the figure of a man's face that is quite handsome for the size of an adult male figure. Clean-faced, with thick eyebrows and burly jaws. His nose is thick with sharp eyes. Seen erkharisma, the conclusion taken by Zalikha when he first saw the photo of the man via the green logo message application.
"I'm sorry Ustazah. If Ustazah pleases, I would like to apply for Ustazah for my first son?" The question of a well-dressed college member's mother was enough to shock Zalikha.
"Alhamdulillah ... Daisah's mother could've." Zalikha smiled this afternoon in the courtyard of a mosque after giving tazkiah in one of the women's assembly of the Ar-Rahmah Mosque where she taught regularly once a week on every Thursday in the last two months.
Ibu Daisah, a middle-aged woman who always regularly follows the studies she leads in one of the suburbs of Jakarta. A good woman with a sincere smile, every attending recitation is always escorted by two men who just wait in the front yard of the mosque.
Once again Zalikha saw the photo, there was a soft swish in his heart, and then he quickly closed it again. Her face suddenly felt warm, and this was the first time Zalikha felt anything different about the opposite sex. Only a photo in a cell phone.
"I'm serious Ustazah, I'm not kidding," said Daisah Mother this afternoon, continuing to search for it. Two of his guards watched from a distance. Zalikha looked at Mother Daisah gently, a smile never escaping her face.
"What kind of mother son would be with this orphaned and poor me, Ma'am .." replied Zalikha softly. Moreover, every time he studied, the middle-aged woman was always escorted by a very luxurious car, but never showed her arrogant and high-hearted nature. Honestly Zalikha admired the polite and kind figure of Mother Daisah.
"God willing, my son will never refuse my request" replied Daisah. His eyes looked at Zalikha even more sharply.
"I'm not beautiful, Mother .." said Zalikha softly.
"Beautiful body, inside out. My heart judges it that way."
"Alhamdulillah .. thank you Mother .. don't forget to praise more God my creator yes, Ma'am, the Creator of us all," replied Zalikha reminded.
"God willing, Ustazah .. So Ustazah would like to be with my son? Name Sadewa. I am sure and believe, Nak Zalikha will bring my son to be a much better human figure later," he said, and only this time Ibu Daisah called Zalikha "Son".
"God willing, if he is a fool, Allah will make his way easy" replied Zalikha.
The conversation this afternoon with the mother of the man in the photo named Sadewa again flashed in Zalikha's mind. Ms. Daisah, one of the members of the assembly under her care who according to the story of other mothers often became the biggest donor in religious events held at the Ar-Rahmah Mosque. Be it the event of Isra Mi'raj, or the Prophet's Maulid.
Hajah Daisah's mother, like other worshippers, mingled without seeing social status, considering that Zalikha's place of teaching was a densely populated suburban village. Ibu Daisah does not live in this village, but in an elite housing not far from this village. Choosing to join the lecture at the assembly taklim where he teaches, because in the neighborhood where he lives there is no such study, considering because the complex where he lives is dominated by more non-Muslims.
Zalikha did live alone on the outskirts of this large city. He was boarding in one of the houses not far from the mosque where he taught. Its existence in this city because it is placed by a religious institution that considers the subdistrict where it teaches requires teaching staff for adult girls and women. So, all costs for his place of residence and money for his living needs are borne by the religious institution. Not big, but not the money Zalikha was looking for. The knowledge he got in a boarding school at the cost of the orphanage where he lived, that's what Zalikha wants to practice.
Actually, in addition to Zalikha, there is another teacher who also seems to be, Ustazah Rosmini, a native of this village, but always Zalikha heard there was something that seemed less good about his behavior in socializing with the citizens, as well as the rules in the study he led. Like a teaching uniform that must be bought with him and expensive, or the amount of infak and shadaqah that he set himself according to his wishes.
Zalikha did not look for information about him, only cursory remarks could be heard in his ears. Therefore, there are some pilgrims who thank him for his presence to teach in this suburban village, and from the news that is heard if currently more and more pilgrims study Ustazah Rosmini who moved and followed the study of Zalikha, especially those who earn mediocre, especially, and it is enough to make Zalikha not feel good if he meets Ustazah Rosmini, who sometimes even become indifferent to him.
"Mbak Ika ...!" one of his kost friends, a factory employee, Rodiah, called him from the front door. Dazzling his daydreams and quickly Zalikha opened.
"What's up, Dad?" zalikha asked, just as she was at the door of her room.
"There is someone looking for the full-fledged mother in front of the house" Rodiah replied, taking a piece of the brain on a small plate in his hand, giving the code as if to offer, but Zalikha politely refused.
"Who, Dad?"
"No idea, Ma'am ...." Just look at yourself, in front of the terrace of the house," Rodiah said, as he continued to chew the brains, and immediately returned to the front room. Zalikha immediately picked up and put on his hijab, then immediately headed to the front porch of the house. The rooms where he lived were indeed in the form of a house with four rooms for rent and specifically women. The owner lives in the house next door.
From the living room Zalikha immediately opened the main door, and was surprised by what he saw, and coincided when the person who was about to meet him was staring at him.
"Ma-mas Sadewa," Zalikha said stammeredly, and the man was much more surprised.
"Why do you know my name?" His eyes stared intently, and Zalikha began to feel trembling.
