IF YOU ARE A FOOL
May Be a Solution
In response to what I said that morning, Ustad Bilal invited me to a chat. I don't know how far he's heard the story. He said he only wanted to help me, if I wanted to. He did not want me to feel compelled or depressed by his presence around me.
To be honest, I was a little scared at first. He came too suddenly to me at that time. In a way that was too extreme anyway, it traumatized me a bit.
Finally I proposed to take Siska and she did not refuse. At least the presence of others does not make me too awkward or afraid.
On the other hand because I need it. At least he is an ustad. The Do'a is effective, God willing. Hopefully that way can help heal brother Jo. Consider it rukyah long distance. Because in order to apply for the rukyah directly, I have not dared. Afraid if brother Jo does not want and just rampage.
Just limited my idea with sister Maryam during a chat yesterday. I will ask the opinion of Ustad Bilal, and if it is likely to help I will tell mama.
Our meeting was set at four o'clock in the afternoon, when Siska and I returned home from college. I asked to meet outside because I didn't want any more new assumptions from the family. After the incident that night, I might dare to play with fire. There will be many hearts that I am disappointed if that happens.
I deliberately didn't visit Brother Jo for today. Besides I'm tired, I also want to know how he reacted, after I was there and when I came back there was nothing. Because I also began to carelessly feel my additional activity on this one. Is it possible that I'm not sincere??? astagfirullah, I said many times in my heart.
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the sound of my phone vibrating. I forgot I was silent during the lesson.
"i'm already in the place you specify"
Apparently a message from ustadz Bilal.
Today I also deliberately hitchhiked a car with Siska. Due to the normal incoming schedule today, no frills of other activities. But yes, I have to go back to being her personal driver, huhu.
Siska and I entered Cafe X. Cafe subscription when having to release a lot of burden. But this time I did not choose to sit at the front, of course, so as not to be exposed from the road.
There was already one drink in front of the table of Ustadz Bilal when I came. Siska and I ordered snacks as casual friends.
"already at the Ashar prayer yet? " ustad Bilal initiated the conversation.
"yes yes, Pentang ustadz. The first thing to ask is worship" I replied in my heart while playing lips without me noticing.
"you why Kayra, so many people" asked ustadz Bilal back flat.
"ekhm, that's the expression he's thinking about again" Siska replied spontaneously while sipping on the fresh juice she ordered.
uuuhhhuukkhh huukkk huukk
not long after that, Siska choked.
"well, you. Why talk if you still drink. So choking khan" scolded Siska this time.
"well, loe. Kena also Khan" I cried in my heart with a small smile.
"why are you smiling Kayra? " yailah, still know this shit. I shut my mouth with my hands. Relapse of the soul of all its knowledge.
"there is no oustad. Oh yes, what do you want to meet. Is there anything serious to talk about? " i pretended to divert the conversation. But yeah, let's not waste too much time anyway.
"ekhm, that's.well.
Point 1's. About your closeness with Dian. He's KKN in our village, right?
Point 2's. You've been coming home for almost a month. Never had time to eat together in the main house.
Siska definitely knows about this.
But what I want to ask is not about these two problems. Enough we both know.
Except about you, are you okay?"
Instantly my face bowed, not daring to look at ustadz Bilal. He could read my whole head and my heart.
Suppose the one who asked it was Dian, I would have baper and spontaneously hugged him to find a backrest.
"i feel like you're in trouble Kayra. Can I help? " yes, finally got an offer of help.
I dare to raise my head. Apparently I'm not being skinned.
Confused about where to start, I shook Siska's leg with the intention of asking for help to talk.
"yes that's justad, Kayra is going to be the target of two guys from the past. But it was only recently that she dared to confess her feelings to one of the guys. No idea, the other guy was even heartbroken, frustrated, depressed" Siska explained briefly clearly and densely. This is a super friend.
"it is fitting that my application is rejected" said Ustad Bilal with a smile that I could not understand.
And I can only respond to the ustadz with a small smile.
"if you may ask ustadz, can it be something like that in the rukyah long distance? " i finally expressed my main intention to meet him.
Start ustadz Bilal open an afternoon lecture at the cafe. And we don't care about the eyes from the neighbor's desk. After all this contains a reward as well, for those who want to listen properly anyway.
Explain at length about a heart plagued by demons or jinn.
It feels like a private religion. Lucky there is a snack, enough to cover the mouth that repeatedly evaporates. After a day of activity, then sitting sweetly listening to a lecture like this, drowsiness certainly comes attacking.
It ends at the conclusion that answers my question, and the answer is yes. But arrive haphazardly. It would be nice to meet in person.
There were several verses of the Quran that could be used to help, and I was asked to recite them.
I just remembered, that all this time I had never invited Brother Jo to pray. Because when I met Brother Jo, the prayer time was in the middle. So I don't know, brother Jo was praying before I came, or praying after my death. And I never asked that. How could I forget that? even with a wudlu alone can calm one's heart from anger.
Lecture over. Closed by sipping half a glass high in orange juice. Maybe ustad's thirsty.
"just go home. There are still a few minutes before the adhan maghrib, if not jammed" invitation ustad Bilal make us all stand and walk died cafe.
"Yes, yeah. Ustadz, where to miss the congregational prayer. But it will also be a heart, if it is with people who understand religion.
May the eleven twelve Dian be the same ustad Bilal" my dialogue in heart.
This time it was Siska who by herself asked for the car keys and sat on the steering wheel bench.
The car we were riding in tandem with car ustad Bilal, walking the way home to the boarding school.
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