Great Youth Like Gods

That Slander is Crueler Than Murder

"Astaghfirullah. Weight can't be lifted.? Ask your mother to her son who raised her.

"Father please help. To lift Mr. Hilman to the bathroom." Pinta Granny Romlah.

"Sir Ustadz Hilal with the Chairman of the youth and his older brother Awan immediately raised the Old half man who was exposed to a disease that was beyond reason.

"Superficial........ Really weird......... He was lifted by four men and did not lift his weight beyond hundreds of kilos.

"Son........ The cloud how this. Mr. Hilman can't be lifted at all." Ustadz Hilal.

"Yes....... The clouds are really weird." Timpal Ilyas youth leader in Situhiang village.

The cloud was just silent himself was thinking, how to deal with it. So that his father can be brought into the bathroom.

"My child. Should not be bathed directly in this room alone." The middle-aged man's advice that came with the young man.

"But the Great Lord......... Abah just said it.......!! Get him in the shower." Cloud Complaints with furrowed brows.

"Yes...... But this is an emergency and your father's condition is also heavy to lift in the bathroom.!! Her speech.

"Well, let me try..........!! The young man went straight to the bathroom, according to the mandate of Abah Aden Haruman. The water brought from Mount Masigit was directly input into the well. And the young man immediately drew his water into the bucket to be taken to the room where his father lay.

"Mother........ I bathed with this water and told him to recite the shahada three times." Awan said while giving up water in a bucket.

"Okay, son...........!!

Shortly after Lisnawati bathed her husband in the room. He went out to meet his son and the others. Now Hilman no longer roared in pain.

"Your father's cloud is no longer in pain but his legs and stomach are still big yet to return to how they were." Said Mother worried.

"Prophe Mother. Pray a lot to the single." Calming Clouds.

"Kang Ujang should be moved in the next room. Because the bed's probably wet." Word Cloud.

"You're on the move how the Cloud. Also want to be lifted into the bathroom the same four people can not be lifted.?" Ask Ujang with a faint smile.

"Try Kang is now light." The clouds smiled.

The man called Ujang immediately stepped into the room with Ilyas youth leader to help lift Mr. Hilman in his first room again.

"There is no difficulty in the same as the two of them when lifting Mr. Hilman. Unlike before bathing raised by four people can not be lifted. Now they both bring Mr. Hilman to the room that is usually occupied by the number three child couple Hilman and Lisnawati.

"Everyone in Lisnawati's house said a word of gratitude because it was most likely that the husband of Lisnawati would recover from the strange illness.

"Mother........... Don't be sad anymore. I'll be healed later, too." Said Cloud saw Lisnawati from earlier continuously letting out her Tears.

"My son Muhammad Pratama Awan Mother is not sad. It's precisely the happy Mother your father will be healed." Answer Lisnawati.

"Thank God Mother. Then mah." Cloud Vocabulary.

An hour after that Mr. Hilman's condition has improved a little...... The residents outside have also seen in turns the condition of Mr. Hilman and no one is worried right. While the handsome young man who is now in the mosque with the Great Lord Tedi Ferdiansyah. Done to perform the duties of a Muslim.

"Please Mr. Ustadz and the others." Cloud-friendly speech with a smile.

"Sir Clouds please take care of it beforehand. If there is a question that makes Nak Awan's heart offended.?" Tanya Ustadz Hilal friendly.

"Ahk Mr. Ustadz likes to go low. Do you have a question to me.?" Ask the curious Clouds.

"Look at the Clouds........ Was it before Nak Awan ever refused the presence of a father coming again and into the family. Please take care if my question concerns the personality of the Nak Awan family." Ustadz Hilal.

They stared at the young man who was sitting opposite the elder in Situhiang village.

"Yes really.........!

"The reason is the clouds." Ustadz Hilal.

"No excuses......! The clouds lie.

"Whether because of pain or hate the figure of a father who has for three years abandoned you and his wife and children.

"If you hate a bit there is no Mr. Austadz. But if the pain is there. But not until it dissolves." Answer Cloud.

"Alhamdulillah." I'm quite satisfied with the answer from Nak Awan." Ustadz Hilal.

"Why did Mr. Ustadz ask me that.?" Ask the young man back.

"Please wish before, if I have to be honest, will Nak Awan not be angry and take revenge on the citizens of Situhiang.?" Ask Ustadz Hilal.

"I would be angry if there was something people were hiding about me and my family." Answer the young man.

"Well I'll tell you to Nak Awan. In order not to have any misunderstanding between the citizens and Nak Awan." Ustadz Hilal.

"Please Mr. ustadz I hear you and will not interrupt your speech until it is finished." The answer.

"The four residents, especially most of them are mothers gossiping about the pain experienced by Hilman's father Nak Awan. Mother said Ibu Situhiang in part that the disease is now suffered by Mr. Hilman, because of the actions of Nak Awan by sending the use to his own biological father. And it can also be cured by the Cloud Nak herself who healed her.

"This is proven by the presence and arrival of the son of Awan himself that your father was healed after you came. Most likely the residents confirmed the chat last afternoon when Nak Awan had not yet arrived. So it is with the father's initiative to ask you directly. What disease did your father suffer from. It was the work of his son. So is Nak Clouds a warm story in this Situhiang village. That the disease suffered by Mr. Hilman, which is the work of his own son." The word ustadz Hilal explains at length.

Meanwhile, Tedi Ferdiansyah and Pak Lukman only shook their heads after hearing the words of ustadz Hilal the elder in the village of Situhiang.

"Does Mr. Ustadz believe the words that some people here say.?" Ask Clouds'.

"Sa.... Say.... I'm...... Don't believe my son." Answer her stammer.

"Hmmmm." Ustadz Hilal was consumed by the speech of the citizens. With a stammering tone as if he also trusted the words of the citizens.

"Yes let them all talk about me. Like to like them. Their mouth.! But remember one thing and maybe the father here becomes a witness. That slander is more cruel than murder.

"All will be revealed who sent the use to my father. And for some citizens who deliberately slandered me without proof. His life will not be quiet before repenting and asking for help to the person who has been slandered." The clouds smiled wryly.

Seriate.