LOST IN JIN VILLAGE

THERE IS A JINN WHO PRAYED

After the bath, Aril's body feels fresh, he rushed into the room. In his room, dishes were available.

Seeing the dish, Aril immediately tasteful, especially when he saw a goldfish so large, lying resignedly on a plate, ready to wait to eat.

Truly a wonderful wife, the inner Aril praised, uh .. soon his hands moved about to clasp his head. But urung, because there is Dara there, and Aril also no longer wants his head to bear the pain, because of his own ridiculousness.

"Come, Mas, eat!" Dara immediately offered, when Aril had been nearby.

Not only offered, the girl's hand even directly dipped the rice and put it into the plate, for Aril.

"Is the goldfish burned?" Aril asked, when his ass had touched the lip of the bed.

Maybe it's just a small talk, to answer invite Dara. Actually Aril felt bad. Because, it has been a few days hitchhiking at the home of prospective in-laws, but .. uh ...!

Aril became a screech, his hand moved to go back to pinching his own head. But urung.

Aril felt his current brain was completely outrageous. His thoughts always end with Dara. In fact, now it is very late, the brain has been presumptuous to consider this is the home of his future father-in-law.

"Yes, Mas. Better burned. It tastes better," replied Dara, handing over the plate that had been filled with rice to Aril.

Fortunately Dara answered quickly, and the plate in the girl's hand had headed towards her. So that Aril failed to nest in the head.

Move Aril's hand to reach the plate that Dara held out. Chief Aril too, survived the disaster, stern.

"Just sit here!" said Dara, when the plate has moved into Aril's hand. Dara shifted the bench towards Aril.

Aril sat on the bench facing the table. "Fried can be so delicious, too, loh," said Aril, while reaching out to the plate containing grilled fish, and sliding towards the rice plate.

"It is better that while here, Mas eat food that is burned and boiled only. Do not eat fried foods, unless you use vegetable oil made from coconut. If you want, then I will go to the market to buy it" replied Dara. Long enough.

'Strange answer, why eat the burnt and boiled? Why should vegetable oil be made from coconut? Is palm oil expensive here?' Inner Aril.

'Why can it be expensive? Here are the agricultural areas, and the most extensive sawait gardens in the world? What is mismanagement, is it ...?' Aril is back.

"What's? You want to go to the market?" Aril asked while glancing at the girl.

"Yes. If Mas, want the fish fried with coconut oil. I will buy coconut oil to the market" replied Dara repeating.

"Can! Thats okay! I want, I want, I wantuuu!" aril answered quickly, a la Upin Ipin, with excitement. But not funny in Dara's eyes. She has never seen the movie Upin and Ipin.

It's not about eating fried fish that makes Aril excited. Dara's intention to go to the market, that's what makes her happy.

With Dara going to the market, of course Aril will be alone at home. That's when he had the chance to escape.

Aril speeds up his meal, hoping Dara can get away from home immediately. Especially when it is noon. If the kesorean, Aril could still be in the middle of the forest at night.

Aril khawati, if the night is in the middle of the forest. Certainly full of risk. Especially to get out of this village, he had to find his own way. It might take a long time to do that.

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After they finished eating, it turned out that Dara did not immediately leave for the market, even after she finished washing dishes and cleaning, there were no signs yet, that the girl would leave the house.

"You want to go to the market, when will you leave?"

Impatiently, Aril finally asked.

"Later after Zuhur's prayer" replied Dara.

"Salat Zuhur?"

Aril's forehead wrinkled, there was a look of astonishment on his face.

Dara's reply really astonished Aril

'Is this Dara a genie or a human being, why use all prayers?' Inner Aril asked.

"Yes, pray Zuhur." Dara looked at Aril, "what's wrong? Why wonder?" Dara asked back.

"No pa pa! I'm just embarrassed" replied Aril lying. Because actually, Aril is a shameless creature. He he ....

"Why embarrassed?" dara asked, which made Aril confused to answer. Maybe he's running out of material to lie.

"e-ehh, uh. You see I rarely pray," replied Aril stuttered a little. But the answer this time, actually contains honesty.

That's the mother, when he was there, at least Aril still often to the mushala. Although for that, Aril is sometimes forced to accept a pinch, or a slide on his leg first.

Indeed, when Aril was a child, rada was wayward, but little. That's in Aril's opinion. However, in the opinion of others, the wayward Aril is not few, but many. Even passing.

At that time, Aril did like to be lazy and upset if asked to pray together. Not infrequently tears welled up along the steps towards breaking, and sometimes there is a sense of shame on the mother, who according to Aril is too imposing a will. Authoritarian.

However, after his mother died, all of that became the most beautiful memories for Aril. She misses mother's nagging, she misses mother's pinching, even she misses sowatan lidi at her feet from mother. But that can't happen anymore.

Since the absence of the mother, Aril was increasingly rarely violated, even for prayers he was lazy. His father also never forced Aril to worship. He was just giving advice, without forcing.

Maybe that makes Aril so lazy to perform worship. Even he was affected by his hobbies, which put him in the current situation.

For some reason, the hobby of hunting was so attached to his heart, and out of which ancestors, the hobby he inherited. In fact, Aril understood through the song. That his ancestors were sailors. Not a hunter or a forest scaffold.

From the father is impossible, because his father hobby trading. From my mother, it's more impossible. No women are hunting.

About hunting, his father was very forbidding, but Aril did not heed the ban. The ban actually makes Aril's relationship with his father so stretched, especially since his father married again.

Aril was completely free, with no parental attention at all.

Fortunately, he joined the Tarjo group, whose members were diligent in worship. As a result, Aril also followed diligently. But, diligently pray only when there is a hunting event only. It was also because he felt bad for Tarjo. It's not good, if it doesn't go.

That is, Aril's prayer is only because of Tarjo, not because of Allah. However, it is better, than not praying at all. Who knows long before prayers become habits, and finally, sincere knowledge because God penetrates the heart.

Are we not friends with people who are diligent in worship, we will join in worship? Friends with Basri, will follow the lazy nature of Basri worship.

Yes, Basri is Aril's little friend, who is lazy of worship and wayward. Eleven twelve with Aril.

Due to such a childhood. The result, yes. Live as they please, according to the contents of their own brain.

"Mas Aril is Islam, right?" dara asked with a slight squint.

"Islam, anyway."

The shame was finally present in Aril's heart, so his tone was a bit slow. I should be ashamed .. the religion of Islam, but do not pray. Salat is the pillar of religion.

"If the religion is Islam, you must pray, dong. Salat is obligatory." Dara reminded.

"Yes, tau. But not only, later I also pray, now busy again," replied Aril quibble.

"Busy what?"

"Hunting, he he ...." Aril cengennesan's.

"Your father prayed too?" ask Aril. He wants to divert the object of the sufferer.

Instead of him continuing to be highlighted about prayer, meningan camera was moved to Mr. Sarwo. Let Mr. Sarwo now be the object of suffering. Because, Aril sure, Sarwo sir does not pray.

Mr. Sarwo is a genie, of course he does not pray, if indeed he does not pray, then Aril has a reason to preach to Dara, and at the same time Aril can confirm, that Dara is human. A righteous man, while Mr. Sarwo is a jinn who is not righteous.

"My father also prayed" replied Dara.

This answer made Aril's forehead wrinkle back, the sense of wonder in his heart getting bigger. Obviously Mr. Sarwo is a genie, but why does he pray? Aril looked at Dara to look for honesty on the girl's face.

'Who knew Dara was lying, ' Aril thought.

"Why?" dara asked with a smile, her cheeks blushing. Maybe it was because of the way Aril looked at her.

"I am ashamed of you, because while I was here, I never prayed" replied Aril lying, then he hurriedly lowered his head.

Aril lowered his head not because of his lies, but there was something his heart felt when their eyes clashed. Strange taste, so that his face also blushed.

Dara's clean face that met with red, made Aril's heart to admire him, but because their eyes looked at each other, Aril finally became embarrassed.

Shame, if Dara finds out her sudden heartbeat is changing fast, when she looks at the girl. That's what forced Aril to bow his head.

They are silent, the atmosphere becomes silent, they dissolve in their feelings. Aril cursed himself, why should there be this kind of feeling.

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