A Different Heaven

Raged

Sayup-sayup Angga heard the voice of Iandang adzan Subuh. He immediately opened his eyes that were still sticky to open because he only slept an hour after performing lail prayers. Stretched his stiff body muscles due to falling asleep in a chair. It was Celin who was able to sleep well.

He approached Celin's gurney intending to wake him up to perform the duties of a Muslim before the sun came.

"Celin," reprimanded Angga. But Celin did not budge, of course normal conditions like this, Angga could not touch Celin intentionally.

A man's head is pierced by a needle of iron better than touching a woman who is not his mahram. The one who Angga always remembers.

"Celin," Angga once again rebuked, if the young girl did not wake up as well. He'll call the nurse.

"Pak Angga," he exclaimed in a hoarse voice.

"Celin, it's time for dawn prayers, later I will ask the nurse to help you ablution. If it is not strong to the bathroom you can tayamum," exclaimed Angga.

"May sir, I have nothing to worry about."

"I went to the mosque first, soon it's iqomah." Celine nodded.

Angga also left the village clinic to go to the mosque not far away.

What an unusual sight when he entered the mosque after taking ablution water. The morning prayer congregation looked at him with a dislike, like wanting to drive away but that was impossible. Who will forbid someone to carry out their duties.

Angga still reprimands greetings well even though he knows very well the residents are not comfortable with his presence. Fajr prayers congregate in the mosque walk kusyu'.

"Pak Angga," said a man of Angga's age, raising his hands to pray.

"Pak Surya," Angga greeted someone he knew was a religious figure in this village. Father in his fifties was sitting cross-legged in front of Angga.

"Pak Angga forgive the villagers who behaved differently from Pak Angga because of last night's sobriety," said the elderly man.

"I understand sir, they are only incited by what they see without knowing the truth."

"Pak Angga knows for himself, this village still upholds politeness, customs and religion. What they see is what they believe" explained Mr. Surya.

Angga nodded to justify the speech of Mr. Surya, a village located in the Wilson palm complex area that greatly upholds customs, norms and religion. The citizens are also very friendly, that's why so far there are rarely problems between the office and the village. Although most of the land is taken over to be managed Wilson Palm.

"More so far Mr. Angga people they admire because of the humility of Mr. Angga. Naturally they are angry, if the person they think is good turns out to behave otherwise. Although it has not been proven the truth," continued Mr. Surya.

"They just misunderstood Mr. Surya, this is slander! I wanted to help Celin, but ...." Angga marau face frustrated.

"I really offended Mr. Surya, why I was given a test like this. On the other hand the citizens have been incited by slander, on the other hand Celin is so hopeful for me because of his trauma." Angga looked down lethargic, fortunately there was still Mr. Surya who could be spoken to hear his complaints instead of judging.

"Sir Angga, in my opinion. The only way to keep everything calm. Mr. Angga should marry the girl, Celin."

Angga combed his hair back with his hands to relieve his head that felt like it wanted to break.

Why is everyone so concerned about polygamy! If they knew what a threat in the afterlife would be if they couldn't do justice to one of the wives.

If Qodarullah had happened. He was not sure he would be able to divide fairly between Renata and Celin. He loved his wife Renata very much. He could share his heart with his new wife.

What about his beloved wife Renata who accompanied him to this day? Do you share your husband with other women? Angga's heart is raging. Just imagine Angga's heart is already sore.

"I don't know Mr. Surya. I have to talk to my wife even though I have the right to make my own decisions."

"I understand Mr. Angga."

"I'm just going to remarry with the permission and the pleasure of my wife."

"Relax Mr. Angga. Mr. Angga think well. Let's go home, this morning we're going to the village hall." Mr. Surya stood up, patting Angga on the shoulder to stand with him.

Both of them stepped out of this place of worship.

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