Hold on or let go!

The Eps 166

Alby is still in the mosque. The middle-aged man who had asked him to pray had already left since then after he said goodbye.

The handsome man who was in a frenzy looked down, chanting the never-broken Istighfar. The problems he faced were really testing his patience. Who delivers if in the end the love story with Shabia Ayu whom he loved so much can be as dramatic as this.

This is not a Drakor that everyone can enjoy. But this is a big deal in his life. One mistake was fatal to this extent.

The mosque's digital clock has been shown at 16:52.

That means he's been here almost an hour. I don't know, he just felt this place was the most comfortable. At least for now.

"Assalamualaikum!", said a man in a white hat in a white Koko dress.

"Walaikumsalam!", Alby looked at the origin of the sound. The man sat next to Alby, and Alby turned his body until he faced the old man.

"May I come sit here, young man?"

Alby nodded with a faint smile.

"Please mr. ustadz!", replied Alby. The man Alby called ustadz returned his smile.

"I'm not an ustadz, son. Just call me Aris."

Alby nodded in understanding, "I'm Alby sir!"

"Oh, son Alby. I'm sorry, I've been paying attention since I think Alby's son has been here a long time."

Alby stared for a moment at the smiling, friendly Mr. Aris.

"Yes sir, try to calm down."

Mr. Aris crossed his legs and his right hand did not stop turning the prayer beads.

"The problem that Alby wants to face is very big?", asked Mr. Aris.

"Yes sir!", replied Alby then after his only sounding exhale.

"Patience, all problems have a way out. Believe the same with all power."

"Yes, Mr. Aris, but it seems that no one understands my position. Everyone blamed me. I don't have a conversation partner who wants to listen to how I'm in my position. They just judge me."

Then the next second, Alby covered his face with his own palm. Yes, she was not ashamed to cry in front of a man she had never known before. The man also let Alby vent his emotions of sadness.

A few minutes later, Alby calmed down. She wiped away the rest of her cries, embarrassing! The men cry! Inner Alby.

"Suda crying her? Already satisfied to vent your emotions Nak Alby?", asked Mr. Aris. Alby nodded.

"I'm sorry Mr. Aris. I shouldn't cry, as a man I'm a crybaby."

Mr. Aris smiled.

"Any man can't cry? No one forbids men to cry. If a man cries, it means that the burden he bears is really heavy."

Alby breathed slowly.

"Well sir?", asked Alby innocently.

"of course. All have the right to express their emotions whether they are men or women."

"But..I feel the burden of my life is too heavy Mr. Aris."

Alby's back down.

"You want, I'm willing to listen to your problems. Maybe I can't help you out, Nak Alby. But, at least you will feel relieved after expressing the burden you feel. I will try to listen to your complaints, without interrupting and directly judging you. How?", asked Mr. Aris.

Alby was stunned but in the end he also told the beginning of the problem is very complicated. Right said Mr. Aris, he only needs to be heard not just judged or told which they think is good, of course good version of them.

"Once Mr. Aris!", said Alby ending his confiding session.

"After you tell me, what do you expect from me?"

Alby shook his head.

"As I said, I just want to be heard. Not just in judge."

"Then, what kind of solution do you want? As you wish, well do you think?", asked Mr. Aris.

"If you are willing to give advice, I will listen to you."

Mr. Aris smiled wryly.

"Yes, I'll say the same thing as the people you said earlier. Release Bia! The more you force her to endure the circumstances she herself is unable to endure, not the happiness and love she gets from you. But only an inner wound. Grateful, if Bia can vent her emotions to you. Never thought to you, what if his psychic is disturbed because it feels depressed the same attitude you?", asked Mr. Aris. He gave her his point of view but Alby didn't feel cornered.

Alby swallowed his saliva violently. It justifies Mr. Aris' speech.

"And for Silvy, he was guilty. But isn't everyone entitled to a second chance? If as you said, Silvy's chance to continue with his life is only 50:50 because he risked his life for your descendants, isn't there even the slightest bit of sympathy for him?"

Alby's heart flinched at the advice of the man before him.

"Solat isikharah Nak. May God provide the best way out for you and your wives."

The man patted Alby on the shoulder gently.

"Would you like some magrib time, want to be a muezzin?", asked Mr. Aris.

Alby looked at Mr. Aris's face until he finally nodded. He used to be a mosque teenager in his village. The Azan race is nothing new to him.

But before Alby headed for the place for the azan, he again took the ablution water again.

A few minutes passed, he approached Pak Aris who had already sat in the front prayer mat. The eyes of the two clashed, Mr. Aris nodded his head indicating Alby could start his doom.

Alby took a deep breath before he began his doom and said his prayer before the doom.

"Allahuacbar... Allahuakbar....!"

Alby's voice sounded so sweet. Each sentence of the call felt very touching and shook his heart. He felt that he had been far away from the creator even though he had fulfilled five of his time.

Prayer after the azan Alby had said, he headed to the back of the sir Aris sitting. Then someone behind Mr. Aris greeted Alby.

"Thank you son, that's usually my job. But my stomach wasn't feeling good so it was late."

"It's okay sir. I should be the one apologizing."

After a while, Alby also proclaimed the iqomah. The congregation at the mosque established three rakaat solemnly in imami pak Aris.

Alby shook Aris's hand.

"Thank you Mr. Aris, Mr. Aris has listened to my complaint."

Mr. Aris smiled faintly.

"Sama-sama, may you Istikomah be a good Muslim. Be the patient you are, son. God willing, the above will give you the best guidance and solution."

Alby nodded. After saying goodbye, he darted towards his father-in-law's house.

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"Wes solat magrib nduk?", asked Lek Dar.

"Udah lek!", I replied.

"Oh, yo wes. Kirain hasn't, lek Dar solat first huh!"

I nodded slowly.

My phone clinks, there's a chat sign in my green app. Every time a new number comes into my chat room and it's confirmed to be Alby's, it's blocked.

I choose who has sent the message to me.

It was from Febri. Why would I be comfortable like this even if it's just a little attention from Febri ? Have I already....?

[Nduk, wes solat magrib not yet. I want to call. Someone wants to talk. There is also happy news from Sakti]

I also replied to a chat from Febri.

[It's been] My reply was short.

A few seconds later, my phone rang. Who else if not from my former most beautiful. Eh...kalo most beautiful where might be an ex right???

[Assalamualaikum mas]

[Walaikumsalam. Not busy anymore?]

[Now again in the shop]

[Heum, I want to. But lek Sarman I can't help the stall before I actually recover]

[But you're okay now, right?]

[Alhamdulillah. Oh yeah, was in wa said he said someone wanted to talk? Whahuh? sama...so about mas sakti?]

I heard Febri sigh.

[So morning I met Alby at the hospital, I hit him].

I shut my mouth. I know exactly what Febri looks like when he's angry. Of course the punch is not a joke. From the school days, he was already a senior at the **holy*ak. It's definitely...Alby was wounded with just one bogem from Febri's hand.

[Astaghfirullah mas]

[Lucky there is a powerful father who holds the mas. If not, make sure he is also a hospital patient]

I'm massaging my temples. Not painful but throbbing enough.

[So you hit Alby anyway?]

My question is still slow.

[Because he hurt you. You're sick and passed out like yesterday]

[Mas.at.].

[Sir, I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Mas don't want to. Please understand Nduk]

[But it doesn't have to be violent, right?]

[Yes, I'm emotional seeing Alby's face that doesn't seem to feel guilty at all]

[Yes, stop talking about alby. If you do, you will get angry. What good news from Mas Sakti?]

[Eum, later tonight Sakti wants to recognize his candidate to the father]

[Candidate? The wife-to-be meant?]

[Yes]

[Alhamdulillah, I'm following his listening pleasure]

[When they get married, you can come here, right?]

Febri asked hesitantly. I was weighing my answer.

[God willing]

[Yes, I hung up the phone]

[Yes, yes]

[Assynualay]

[Guardian, nduk]

After contacting Bia, Febri approached Dimas and Seto who were preparing for the Isya prayer.

"Dim!", call Febri.

"What?", he said flatly by justifying the sheath.

"Aren't you ready?", asked Febri. Seto and Dimas take a look.

"Whoever ready? Do not see this already wear the same sarong Koko dress?", said Dimas.

Febri patted his best friend's shoulder.

"Meet the future sister-in-law, your ex!" said Febri with his devilish smile. Seto and Dimas throw one another a glance.

"By your own opo, Feb?", chirped Seto.

"Heum, Sakti brought Bina here. They want to get straight to the serious stage of Dim!"

Dimas was a few seconds.

"Oh, thank God for that!", said Dimas.

Febri who had put on a prank face now felt bad on his own. So did Seto. Although they had been teasing each other, Seto knew what Dimas was feeling. Sabrina turned Dimas down to a more serious level because he felt inferior to caste differences, he said. Dimas never had a problem with it. Dimas comes from a fairly located family, in contrast to Sabrina. But isn't Sakti also much different from her? But why did he so easily accept Sakti? Is it because it is more established? Is it because I helped her mother's treatment?

"Dim!", Febri patted his partner on the shoulder.

"Heum!", muttered Dimas.

"Lo nothing, right?" asked Febri. Dimas smiled.

"What am I? Ordinary !", said Dimas. But his two best friends know that Dimas' lips and heart are out of sync.

"You're sincere if Bina chooses Sakti?"

"Yes.ya sincerely. Why don't you be sincere!", said Dimas with a whimper.

"Can you shadow no, if you guys later become brothers-in-law? You are Ika's husband, Bina Mas Sakti's wife?", asked Seto.

"Do not worry, if you have to be so, why not?", replied Dimas indifferently.

Then both of Dimas's shoulders clapped his two best friends left right. Then Febri and Seto smiled as they patted their chests.

"Knight soul!", concluded the two. Dimas just rolled his eyes carelessly at the behavior of his best friend duo.

On the other hand, Sabrina who was nervous beside Sakti occasionally squeezed her fingers. She looked at Sakti when asking her mother for permission earlier it seemed like her expression was ordinary. No nervous feeling or anything.

"Why dear?", asked Sakti while grabbing Sabrina's cold palm. He held that hand. Sabrin turned his face to look at his handsome face. Sakti's smile calms her heart, adem nyesss.

"Mas, this is too soon!", Sabrin said.

"Faster is better, I don't want to live a relationship that is not halal."

"But I ..."

"Neither be nervous!", said Sakti.

"How about...?"

"My father is not as good as you imagine."

Sabrina nodded.

"You little brother, how?", asked Sabrina. Sakti was silent for a moment.

"Anika will definitely receive you well too! Believe the same!"

Sabrina's left hand played the end of her tunic. Maybe, reduce his nervousness.

In his room....

Silvy is still waiting for her husband's arrival. Yes, even though he was never considered.

But for a while, the door of his room opened. Her husband looked messy, not as usual when he came home from work. His shirt is outside his pants, his shirt sleeves are rolled up to the elbows.

Their eyes stared at each other for a few seconds. But Alby decided on that view. He went straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. Shortly after, he returned to the room fully clothed. He built four rakaatnya. Silvy simply observed her husband without any intention of wanting to greet him as usual. Silvy knows, Alby was angry since the hospital was hit by Febri.

"Isn't there a prayer?", asked Alby to silvy. Just a small nod of response from Silvy.

"How do you eat?", asked Alby again. Silvy nodded back. After folding his alphabet, Alby also lay beside Silvy.

Then he tilted his body, facing Silvy. His hands stretched out to rub Silvy's stomach. Silvy couldn't believe it, but it was real.

"Sleep!", pinta Alby. After that, he actually lay down and then turned his back on Silvy.

Silvy complied with her husband's request. Although a little, that hope must be there. Silvy Murmuring.

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