DEW PURITY

Prostration and Prayer

After leaving Abimata's house, Abra did not immediately bring Dewun home. Abra never thought. If tonight there will be a dispute for the umpteenth time. Either the Haykal that never changes or the Dew that won't budge? But one thing is certain, some of them hurt and hurt. Abra hopes that one day there will be a miracle. So that the relationship between Dew and Haykal improved. But hope remains hope, Haykal's arrogance will always be met with a hard heart Dewun.

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Abra stopped his car right in front of a mosque. Abra begins to understand the meaning of the silent Dew while in the car. It is not his house that will make Dew calm, but another house that is much calmer and nourishes the heart of Dewun. For thirty minutes, Abra and Dew remained silent. No question about what happened? Or the explanation that has happened in Abimata's house. Abra tries to remain silent, until Dew says it himself. At least until the Dew looks calm.

"Darling, we're down!" abra said, Dew looked up straight ahead.

His two eyes twinkle, Dew felt calm when in front of the mosque. Without saying anything, the Dew came down and entered the mosque. While Abra walked towards the place of prayer for men. Rafan did not come with Dewun and Abra. He went home with Via. Abra asks Fahmi and Nur for help, to look after Rafan. Until the Dew condition stabilizes. There may be no tears in sight. But the body is not okay. Clearly the Dew was shaken, when Haykal loudly refused his presence.

Abra stared at the back of the Dew that walked into the mosque. A look full of disbelief. Abra feels stupid, again and again Abra is not able to protect Dewun. I don't know what Haykal said? But clearly Dewun was hurt and humiliated.

Long Abra was glued, until finally there was a hand that patted his shoulder slowly. Abra was surprised, then turned to the side. Seemed to be a middle-aged man. From his appearance he was like an ustad who happened to be in the mosque. At first glance Abra glanced towards the clock that was in his hand. Exactly at 23:00 WIB, exactly another hour at midnight. But the atmosphere of the mosque remains crowded, because the mosque is right near the city square. There are still many citizens who pass by, just eliminating fatigue.

"Assalammualaikum!"

"Glamma!" sahut Abra was friendly, the old man sitting right next to Abra.

The two sat while staring at the highway in front of him. Since the arrival of Abra and Dewun, the old man who happened to be the nanny of the mosque noticed them. Not to interfere, but the mutual respect shown by Abra and Embun. Make your heart piqued want to know the figure of Abra. The priest in marriage is so full of understanding. Every good thing is seen in the eyes of others. Bad things will be kept tight.

"That's how happy you are, having a wife like her. At least with his faith, he will guard your honor. For a woman like her, the honor of a husband is like a dress. It will be his body's cover from the shame and humiliation of others!" said Aldi, the old father of the mosque manager. Abra lowered his head, as if there was regret in his heart. Aldi smiled, patting Abra on the back. Aldi seemed to understand the anxiety that was enveloping Abra's heart.

Abra turned towards Dewun. The Dew looked solemnly praying, as if he did not remember Abra waiting for him. Dew dissolves in its prayer and prostration. There's nothing that can distract Dew. The noise of motorized vehicles, not once attracted his attention. The silent dew lowered its head, raising its hand at the owner of life. Seeking tranquility in the lap of the giver of decree.

The chants of the holy verses of the Quran sound beautiful and beautiful from the lips of Dewun. A sweet voice that can saturate the heart of its listeners. It hints at how shady and solemn the reader is. But the sound of Dew was heard, like a knife incision in Abra's heart. A sense of regret for his inability to keep Dewun. Abra felt helpless when she was unable to defend Dew in front of her family.

"I mean father?" sahut Abra did not understand, Aldi stared fixedly at Abra. It was as if something was stored behind Abra's breath.

"Son, we are only servants and there will be no ability to resist His will. All things happen by His decree, nothing escapes His sight. If you are disappointed, you doubt the truth of His decree. If you are sorry, it means that you are beginning to understand His will. But if you complain, it means that your heart is blind to His enjoyment. Since the first time you set foot in a mosque. You see there are disappointments, regrets and complaints from your footsteps. Your wife's silent attitude, further justifies your father's thinking. If there is a problem in your family. But despite all the curiosity of the father, there is a huge admiration for your wife. He cherishes you so much that his silence becomes the most comfortable place for him. There was no crying, only the chanting of the holy Quran from his lips. There was no anger in his eyes, only his own eyes seemed to endure the pain. There was no disappointment in his heart, only sincerity and sincerity in his prayers and prostrations. A wife who never complained to you, but cried in the lap of the owner of life. Her love is so great for you, that she sincerely feels pain that might torment her!"

"Why can you think like that? You don't know us!" abra said coldly, as if Abra was upset to hear the words of Aldi who continued to praise Dewun. Aldi smiled, he realized Abra's annoyance.

"Father doesn't know you, but I know Dewun. For the past two months, almost every Dew night came with Mr. Arya. Dew prostrate and pray in the lap of the owner of life. Dew spills pain, anger and hatred in him in HIS house. Dew calms down, seeking the meaning of love for her husband. It turns out you are the husband who has been in prayer and prostration Dewun. The man who made the Dew feel happy, got hurt and killed!"

"There's no way the Dew's coming here!"

"All possible in this world, Kun fa Ya Kun. Nothing is impossible for Him!" aldi said kindly, Abra looked down embarrassed.

"Son, I don't want to know why Dew is in the mosque tonight. What problems are you guys having? But there is one message from me, Dew woman is good. With her faith she loves you, then repay her love with faith. He may be hurt, but trust me Dew never wants to stay away or hurt your pride. Don't ever waste it!"

"Why do you understand the wound of Dew? Did he tell you everything? I'm sure, Dew tells everyone else all his problems!" said Abra cynically, Aldi smiled knot.

"It turns out Arya was right, her daughter never gained her husband's trust. If only you had a little confidence in the Dew. You will never accuse Dew of disgrace to his family. Now tell me, why did he have to come to the mosque? if for the sake of wiping away her tears. Covering his tears from the sight of others and only at HIS Dew wail. Complaining to HIM the owner of life. Son, you're too easy to complain about the harsh and cold dew. Without you learning to understand in his heart. Look at your wife's back, see her sitting up straight. No injuries or tears were visible. Try to stand next to him, you will hear the screams of his heart by seeing his body shakes. She's fragile without you, son, a weak seed without your love. But he will remain strong, in order to maintain his sincerity. Listen to his voice when teaching, you will hear his deepest voice. If your heart is crying and touched. It means your heart is not dead, there is still love for Dewun. Look at his face while sleeping, you will see innocence in his napas. If you feel pain, it means you realize you've hurt him!" aldi said, then stood up to leave Abra. But after a few steps, Aldi turned towards Abra.

"Son, when the heart no longer believes. Then there will be no soul united. Never complain when your life is filled with disappointment and regret. It's not all because of misunderstandings between you. But your unbelieving heart, if the Dew is the best of the best. A soul mate written for you and HE the owner of life will never be wrong!"

"Assalammualaikum!" pamit Aldi, leaving Abra in silence and regret.

"Goddessalam!" sahut Abra.