Floating Boat

03

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We arrived at home. I'm hungry, maybe I'm missing too. But there is so much value in Missing. I guess that magnificent, unique, and beautiful appearance, is the original figure of him.

Most women should be like that. Appearance when out of the streets especially this is not the village so it is natural that she must look more beautiful. When I asked my mother for food, she took water for ablution. From there my courage to approach her began to decline.

"Aren't you hungry too, Missing?." I asked him.

"Hungry but a little !. I want to wait for the one who comes to pick me up."

My estimate that came to pick him up was four men who would come from the Phinisi ship he was on was not. He was waiting for the prayer time that would soon arrive.

In a state of awe I also judge myself that I am a human who loses compared to him. For a moment after I asked him I bowed before him. Because all this time I've rarely been more like him with God than this hunger in my stomach.

Once again Longing to open up my little knowledge that has long been covered by this mortal world. I asked myself to compromise on my hunger so I could be like him.

Before he prayed, I asked him the importance of prayer for this life. When the holy garments were worn he sat on his alphabet facing his Qibla. I asked her permission to sit for a while just wanting to know the answer.

"Miss, may I ask you something ?."

"By dong !. Let's not ask even anything as long as I can answer it I'll answer."

"Is prayer more important than anything in the world including hunger ?."

"Eden, your question is all right. Now you can see the Phinisi ship I was riding here. The ship was so important and on that ship there was love, there was machinery, there was sails, there was food, there were people, there was a wheel, small but complete. On the ship there are also lights, pillows, and others, more surprisingly, the ship can float, mestinyakan ship as big as it sank dong. But why float, what is it ? there must be something I don't understand"_

"Life dies someone else also I don't know and when you smile just when I don't know who moves your lips to smile. Whether you or not. Some people say no need to pray, some also talk no need to eat, some talk no need to love. Who will love us if some do not want to pray do not want to eat and do not want to love ?. In essence, all that Miss says is not important is that when we know who turns the hot sun, who turns the human heart to love, must there be dong ? who is he then ?."

"Lost, I'm getting less and less understood about what you're talking about. You're just fine, just gini, you quickly pray new meal together."

"Eden, just fine let us pray first together and after that we just eat together, can we ?."

"It can be !."

I rushed to go ablution. Maybe here he'll love me. When else would I not be a priest for him."

I ablaze and forget my hunger. But my mother who saw me wudhu she immediately sprayed me by talking "yes want to pray because Miss who called. All this time if your own mother ordered to pray always many reasons you. The men pray in the mosque not at home."

"That's... Mama is just there. Try the cake to support his son. This is even greatness again his voice spoke. Mah, it would be nice if your son followed the same prayer miss."

"can't. Pray because you want to be said to be diligent, on time it is not good, child let alone your intention to get his sympathy Miss. You want God to be angry with you who want to pray if there is a beautiful woman. Want you to be so ? Mother, fear when God is angry. You can pray but in the mosque not at home with Miss and her two friends."

Do not pray together at home. Missing her friend who heard my mother's reprimand was laughing.

While I was listening to that sound from outside the house. Two of my best friends called me to go to school. I used to go play guitar.

"Anton, Adi, sorry ! I'm going to the mosque first. Look at my clothes, I'm going to pray."

"Since when is the prayer in the mosque. It's like this usually when we come here we always see you sleeping. Ooo... We know this must be the woman until you pray today on time ?."

"Not really. Hehe."

"That's right what we said. Eden, it is free to pray if only because of women. We better come play guitar. If you love her, Eden, but be careful, you will be hurt. She's not a woman here and she won't be here long. You know for yourself that he came here because of his education. That's done for sure he'll go sailing aboard Phinisi's ship at the dock."

Almost two of my best friends persuaded me. I almost followed their desire to play guitar.

"Anton, Adi, let him go. It doesn't matter to me if he has to leave me here. All the time he called me to come with him, did we never know someone's kindness or intentions."

Our noisy conversation invites the presence of Miss. He let go of that sweet reading. My mother also looked at us in front of the house.

To the extent that the three of us get a reprimand from Miss and My Mama.

"He, if you don't want to pray don't affect Eden" my mother snapped to two of my best friends.

Sahut misses us "yes, if the friend should invite him to kindness. It even wants to play guitar. Eden, don't listen to them !. It's the Adhan and you two just go play guitar." Eden goes to prayer.

Sweetness also he if again strengthen his voice alias want to be angry. Two of my friends left before they left, they sent me a message to Miss. Forgive them that they love Miss.

"Eden, if you're not in love with her yet, I send her a greeting. It turned out to be very pretty, Eden. The reason is you want to change like that the woman of the city is indeed very beautiful. It's not even just you who put your heart on that city woman.

There-there is !. I almost got angry at them. I'm the only one who deserves to say she's beautiful. Just try if you dare to say so in front of him if not he was angry must be two women friends who will scold you.

It doesn't matter !. They left and I decided to go to the mosque.

Miss, I hope this footstep is the seat I've been looking for. Hope this is my love for you.

I seduce fate to assess the woman who is currently staying in my house. At every step of my walk to the mosque only he was in my mind room. She was not only a woman who could awaken from a long sleep but was a central figure who could change the paradigm of my thought patterns and outlook.

I never stopped saying his name. God might be angry or jealous of him because I gave him too much privilege. Or I will get a rebuke from God because my feet are stepping towards his house because the motivation that is awakened in me is so terrible I feel because of it.

If this is my service to You then I would also like to devote myself to him being someone he is passionate about to accompany his life. I was there but I wanted to live with it.

For a moment I still thought about him. On the street there are some people who just ask about Missing.

Don't !. Only I can know his name. If you want to know more then come to him and ask him to joke, he will laugh as beautifully as possible but be careful because he will be angry with you.

Alhamdulillah, the mosque is in sight. I prostrate myself to You for all my faults and listen to me come to You so that You may give me the ease to gain His love.