Dr. Ani And Family's

sarongs

Laila immediately shifted from where she was standing so Lukman could open the door of the room and walk out followed by Doni and Zainal.

While in front of the room their director simultaneously stopped his steps because Lukman suddenly stopped. He looked back at Zainal sharply.

As if knowing if Lukman's gaze had questions, why did you follow me. Zainal was nervous and said "A. I have not prayed dhuhur either. I'm also going to musolla bang..."

"You go first!" lukman said as he moved his neck towards Musolla. Lukman also stared intently at Laila who was also following them.

"A. I also want to pray" he said a little afraid while giving a forced smile to Lukman.

The mature brown-skinned man did not react, his face remained flat and fierce.

When the three had left him a few steps, he then knocked on the door beside him. Lukman entered the director's room after getting permission.

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When we reached the musolla Zainal went straight to the place of the wudlu. While Doni is still sitting in the foyer of musolla waiting for Lukman. Doni was happy when he saw the lukman coming while carrying a large cloth bag.

Lukman gave the bag to Doni after picking up a black sarong and kopyah from inside the cloth bag.

"Wear this!" lukman said with his baritone voice.

Doni looked at the contents of the bag, inside it was a shirt and a sarong.

"For prayer. You fell into a race, right? " lukman remembers as he hit Doni, the teenage boy staggered in the comb.

"But my wound if it hits the water must have hurt bang!" Sahut asked for leniency to be allowed permission not to pray anymore.

"Let me add more!" Lukman said as he clenched his hand and blew it. Doni immediately ran to the bathroom. He remembered how Lukman had beaten him to the ground .

Lukman took off his sneakers and walked to the bathroom carrying a sarong and left his copy on the fences of the mosque.

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Zainal came out from the direction where the earliest man wudlu. There was no one else but them in the musolla because the clock had shown at 13:45. Zainal is waiting for Lukman to join. He sat on a porch of musolla while looking at his phone, hoping for a message or a call from the girl who these days often fills his head. But there was absolutely no notification from the new number.he sighed and exhaled loudly.

"pfffftth....."Zainal laughed as he closed his mouth when he saw Doni who had just come out from the place of the wudlu. He who was a thug now looks funny with the shirt and holster he wears.

Doni turned his face. He also felt ashamed to wear such clothes because he had not prayed for a long time. Except on holidays, the last time he prayed was probably in the 7th grade when there was a practice of prayer for religious studies.

Actually the desire for prayer often crossed his mind especially when passing through the mosque in which people are performing congregational prayers. But he was ashamed not to know how to start.

He was happy when Lukman forced him to pray even though he had been beaten to the ground by the man. He realized his mistake instead he felt he had an older brother who beat him up when he was wrong and reminded him when he was negligent.

A little while later Lukman came out of the place of wudlu and came to them while tidying his hair with his hands. She looked very charming with her sharp gaze, her hard jaw, her wet hair and face plus the sheath attached to her feet made her very different.

Zainal and Doni were men who were jealous of the aura emanating from Lukman's face.