Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Sad Scene!

In a magnificent Masjit in the center of the city, gathered many pilgrims to perform Friday prayers. Currently all pilgrims look solemn, they are reciting after the prayer is fulfilled. Truly, this is truly a magnificent sight, for not a single congregation moves from its sitting position.

At a time when everyone was solemn in remembrance, some of the pilgrims in the rear saf instead complained to endure pain, and, understandably a man suddenly barged in and made a mess until it caught the attention of the Imam who was in the leading position.

For a while the prayer was stopped, and the Imam began to speak through the microphone so as not to commit acts of violence, or rather the Imam asked the worshipers not to beat the figure who managed to make a noise. This is a rare event in which the Imam delays his prayer, and it may never happen anywhere else.

Meanwhile, on the front saf, Refal sat beside Mr. Alan. They did not comment anything about the chaos that occurred this afternoon. Instead of fussing over what has been handled, they prefer to continue the prayer that was delayed.

Fifteen minutes.

Yes, it took fifteen minutes for the remembrance and Prayer to end, now the troublemaker figure was faced in front of the Imam by being witnessed by all worshipers who wanted to beat him up for having done great humiliation.

"She looks young, but what's up with her? Why bother people who are worshiping? I think he's a prisoner who escaped from prison. Basic is useless. You poor human." Saying, Refal heard the words of the middle-aged man sitting behind him.

Refal did not blame the man for commenting whatever his heart wanted. The problem is, why he is not silent, is not silence better than just saying useless nonsense?

"Reducing your curiosity in the lives of others, your gifts will also decrease." Refal said in a soft voice, he just wanted to remind himself that he is not a person who likes to talk about people.

While others were busy gazing at the Imam and the troublemaker who had come out of nowhere, Refal continued his prayer. Begging the Power to awaken its Fazila immediately. And for Rebal, that was all he wanted.

"Tell me what's your name? And where are you from?" The Imam began to open his voice after all the worshippers fell silent. There was no reply from the man, only the sound of increasingly heartbreaking cries could be heard.

"Did Abi need anything? Refal will ask Bima to do it. Refal has to go back to the hospital, pity Ummi alone there. After all, Refal couldn't leave Fazila for too long."

"Son, Fazila won't be alone. Abi believes your mother must have come and accompanied Ummi. Don't you feel sorry for her?" Mr. Alan pointed to the front, precisely pointing at the man near the Imam.

Refal narrowed his eyes hoping to recognize the figure, neither Mr. Alan nor Refal would be able to see the hysterical face of the man in the priest's arms as the tall body turned its back on them.

"Let's wait a minute, Abi also wants to know why this confusion can happen." Said Mr. Alan without letting go of his hand from Refal. Like a buffalo that fits his nose, Refal can only hear his father-in-law's request.

Huahhhhhhhhh!

The sound of screaming and sobbing was again heard, but now more heart-wrenching than before. A few seconds later the owner of a stocky body like a mega star turned to face thousands of worshipers, his eyes look swollen.

Like in a lightning strike in broad daylight, Refal and Mr. Alan looked tense. They looked withered with a look of sadness.

Yes Rabb... What's the matter? I feel like I'm watching a sad scene in a movie, but unfortunately it's not a movie. It's reality! Refal muttered in his heart as he got up from his sitting position and was followed by Mr. Alan walking behind him.

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