Is He my Imam
Kok Mas's?
It did not take long, the three are now in the Azzam car.
"Let's go out"
"Prayer on the deck"
"okay"
After finishing praying, Azzam slowly drove his car at a flat speed.
The car entered the Ambarawa-Magelang road area.See the expanse of rice fields that began to turn yellow, birds flew to and fro, and farmers were busy shaking cans that were hung but in sequence. There was a boisterous sound that drove birds who like to eat rice seeds.
It only takes about one and a half hours to reach Magelang Regency. Now we have to find the address of Joseph's house.
"Assalamualaikum, hello Suf, here we have entered Magelang"
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"Oh okay"
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"Wa'alaikumsalam"
Before long, they had met Yusuf and Yasmin who had picked them up at a fork. Finally, they reached the residence of Joseph's grandfather who was in the highlands.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said all the new ones coming in unison.
"Wa'alaikumsalam" answered the residents of the house no less compact.
"Well, Maryam came too" said Halimah.
"Yes, we are mulu" said Azzam berjai his sister.
"Aunty, where's the bathroom? " ask Maryam.
"After the back, want aunty anterin?"
"Mmmm, no aunt. Just want to ask maybe Mas Azzam sleepy and want to wash his face".
" Loh, how come Mas? "
"Mmmm I was like the one INVITED here" said Maryam with an emphasis.
Hearing Mary's words, Halimah reached Azzam's ear and scolded him.
"Hiiihhh, lie to you?! rasain is heehh! "
At once everyone in the room laughed crisply at the scene.
"Ampunnnn Tan! my goodness! Azzam was just kidding. Aishaoo!!! please mas dong"ujar Azzam while running here and there without direction, but can still be reached by Halimah considering the many people in the room so as to make Azzam not free to run.
Aisha smiled at her husband's words, overwhelmed by Halimah's anger.
After tired of running around here and there, finally both of them were tired and sat on the living room sofa. Grandparents Yusuf also asked Yasmin to make a drink and bring some traditional cakes typical of the area. They also chatted casually about the journey of Azzam to Magelang and other things until the time of entry dzuhur.
"Had been chatting first, now the men follow the grandfather to the mosque. Women who want to go to the mosque are also okay. But it is better to pray at home" said grandfather after hearing the sound of the Adzan finished.
"Sir, Maryam can come? "
"on your own? "
"Jasmin kek" continued Yasmin.
"Yes, let's be ready"
"Mba Aisha, coming? "
"OK okay"
They rushed to the nearest mosque and carried out their duty to God. After completing the service, Yasmin and Maryam asked permission to walk to the rice fields.
Upon arrival in the rice field area, they both repeatedly uttered takbir and tasbih praising the beautiful creation of God. Starting from the rice that began to turn yellow, the valiant Mount Merbabu, and the clear sky without a cloud of sadness.Winds that blow also shade trees on the river bank also bear witness to their happiness.
Many of the huts of the farmers stand to shelter from the heat of the sun as well as rest during the day. Enjoy the provision prepared from home with friends seprofesi, add tightly but sincerely.
Feeling that it was long enough, they finally decided to go home.
"God willing, so I don't want to go home Yas"
"Mba Maryam wants to live in the middle of the rice field? " ask Yasmin.
"Astaghfirullah, no. It means living in grandpa's house. So you can come here any time"
"Owh kirain's. So marry Mas Yusuf so he can come here"
"UAHHH!!! "
Due to lack of concentration in paying attention to the road, one of Maryam's legs was mired in a mud pit.
"MasyaAllah, Mba.Kok can do it?" yasmin asked, worried but holding back a laugh.
While Maryam had laughed softly and let out tears.
No, not for the sadness of his feet going into the puddle. But because it reminds the past when he played into the rice field with Fatimah and other friends, he also fell exactly like this.
Remembering it makes Maryam moved.Because unexpectedly, he and his friends who used to play in the rice fields are now flat married.
"Mr?"
The voice of the foreign baritone broke his reverie.
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Who the hell is that? 🙂
Sorry author jaraaaanggggg buaanggeeeett up. Because the busyness in the real world is very boommmm! 🤣
Oh yes, the author asks for his prayers from readers, (author wants hehe exam).
okay, so always take care of your health.
see you next episode
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