HIDAYAH TO THE MAFIA.

VENGEFUL FLAME.

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Time goes by so fast and feels like chasing the age we have. Often surprised by how soon we are reduced age, getting older but not sure about the provisions we have. While we don't know how much time we have left. Maybe next year, maybe the next month, week, day or even an instant again our age rations will run out.

An intelligent person is one who remembers death a lot and is best prepared to face it, he goes to bring the glory of the world and the honor of the hereafter (HR Ibn Majah).

Take advantage of every time before it is missed, do not add vices, multiply obedience. Before the breath at the end of repentance, because no one knows our own future in the hereafter.

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One week has passed.

Since getting the news. Hidayah fell ill. He did not even go to his parents' grave. Because indeed his Ustadz had not allowed him to leave, given his still weak body. However, even if the situation reaches like that. But Hidayah, never once shed tears, from the moment he realized from his stupor.

It made Syaidah feel anxious. Because he too, never let out his voice. He turned into someone who was very different according to Shaydah. The anxiety of Syaidah is increasing, when Hidayah, increasingly unwilling to eat. His body looks weaker.

"Bi, we should take Dadah, to the hospital, right? Umi was very anxious Bi, she did not want to eat at all," Syaidah told her husband, who was seen just returning from the mosque.

"Well Deck, wait a minute? Abi change clothes first," replied Ibrahim.

"Yes Bi, Umi wait in Dadah's room?"

"Yes Deck,"

Ibrahim rushed straight to his room. While Syaidah went straight into the room that Hidayah placed at this time. Arriving in the room, Syaidah looked aghast, when he saw Hidayah who was seen standing. And even had her veil on.

"Dad! You know." he jolted, and intended to ask the girl who had looked weak, now looked strong. But the question is not yet complete, Hidayah has immediately interrupted him.

"Sorry Ustadzah. Sorry because Dadah, it has been a lot of trouble Ustadzah. For that, so that Dadah does not bother Ustadz and Ustadzah anymore. So let Dayah go home to the parents of Dayah ya Ustadzah. The house is now empty. Therefore, Daah intends to go home, so that the house will take care of him. So Dadah wants to have a relationship." said Hidayah, who seems to be trying, showing that he is currently doing well. But his words were instantly cut by the baritone voice of a man who had just appeared.

"Can't!" firmly the man. And immediately Hidayah, as well as Syaidah immediately turned to the source of the voice.

"Ustad!" sent Hidayah, when he saw the man's face, "But Ustadz Dayah." said Hidayah again intended to explain his return. But again Ibrahim immediately cut his words.

"Understanding Ustadz," Hidayah replied, bowing his face.

"Good! Now rest! Because from tomorrow you will be Ustadz placed in the white Maung! So prepare yourself from now on!" abraham said again, and still sounds resolute.

Hearing the words White Maung, Hidayah immediately gasped. Likewise with Syaidah, she immediately looked at her husband's face, and intended to protest. But Ibrahim rushed off just like that. Seeing this, Shaydah wanted to pursue him. But at once he remembered Hidayah, and finally he looked back at Hidayah.

"Eh! Are you okay, Dadah?" he asked, with a face that looked like there was anxiety.

"Yes, Ana is not papa Ustadzah," Hidayah replied sounding soft.

"Alhamdulillah.yeah if you rest yes?"

"Na'am Ustadzah,"

"Yes, is Ustadzah living? Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumus hail warahmatullahi wabarakatu,"

After getting the answer from Hidayah, Syaidah immediately left his room Hidayah. And Hidayah was alone in the room. After the door of his room closed, he suddenly felt his body weakening again. So that he immediately sat on the edge of his bed.

"Well..! You must be strong Dadah! You must be strong! If you are weakened, how do you avenge your parents! Therefore, from now on you must not be weak anymore!" hidayah murmured, to please himself. And at the same time, he suddenly remembered the words of his Ustadz.

"White moung? Isn't that the name of the pencak silat college, led by Ustadz himself? But why did Ustadz put Ana there? Isn't that usually just for Santri's son? And for the Satriwatinyakan usually in the white Sekar, led by Ustadzah Fitriakah?" muttered Hidayah, he was clearly confused, thinking about the words of Ustadz Ibrahim earlier.

"Well, don't know! Just look at tomorrow! But if it's true I was put in the white Maung. Then this is my chance to learn all martial arts! So Ana can take revenge for the death of my family! Look, I I'm looking wherever the killer is! And I'll make sure he dies in my hands!" muttered Hidayah, with eyes that looked so sharp, and was already overpowered by the already burning flames of vengeance.

"All right! As Ustadz commanded, I'd better rest! So that tomorrow my body is fit again so I can take training in the white Maung!" muttered Hidayah, as he laid his body on his bed. Not long after that, he closed his eyes.

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