Love Shielded Risue

new beliefs

In the room of Kyai. Arshila allowed her friend to sit by her side.

They began to listen to every message that came out of the man who was more than sixty years old even almost stepped on the head of seven.

"If you can be honest. I'm glad to hear good wishes, Dik Merry. It's just that, there should be some witnesses, and also determination. Can't just Islamize someone."

"But, I'm sure enough, to convert to Islam."

Kyai Mukhlis smiled. "What exactly makes you want to convert to Islam?"

"Ummmm. I am glad to hear Adhan. Maybe not, anyway? is that one of the cliche reasons? But in fact, I can cry every time I hear Adhan."

"MashaAllah..." He muttered softly, along with the two men of the Teacher there, as well as the mother of Karimah and Arshila.

Kyai Mukhlis took off her glasses. He gently rubbed his wet eyes.

"Let's say, guidance is expensive. It's true." Kyai Mukhlis wears the glasses again. "Not everyone can get that easily. Despite trying as we may seek Hidayah. Follow the study here and there, read the Quran, and so forth. If Allah has not enjoyed it, He will not receive it. But that does not mean, it makes us then give up from the grace of God. You're lucky, Mr. Merry. You can feel your heart full when you hear the cry of God."

Arshila looked at her friend. Holding hands is strong. Merry just smiled.

"So what, Mr Kyai?"

Kyai Mukhlis smiled, he nodded. "in sha Allah .. can."

The face of Merr sumringah. "When, when is Kyai...!"

Arshila's mother, who was sitting not far from her brother, moved her hand slowly. But his lips smiled, asking him to be more calm. Unlike the kyai sir who just chuckles. He's understood. Merry doesn't know how to behave to a great scholar.

"Fastly. Tomorrow or maybe today too."

"Allahu Akbar–" Merr immediately berkabir, then cuddle with Arshila.

"Before that, have the parents been told?"

The question made Merr speechless. He let go of his embrace, then turned slowly towards Kyai Mukhlis sir. Bluffing later.

"Well, I haven't told you yet. The sister still has to have an argument with the parents."

"But ... What to do, huh?" Sluggishly.

"Should! Because it is, it is a big decision. Must be discussed first with parents or guardians," he replied.

The two look at each other. Between Arshila and Merr. After that Arshila nodded her head at the girl beside her.

"I'll try to talk first, Mr. Kyai. But can you?"

"Can, inshaAllah."

***

After a few months of graduation and becoming a graduate. Merr now works in one of the broadcast media offices. As an intern. The salary that has not been much makes him remain grateful.

Added to the additional income from the results of writing teen short stories in print media. As a hobbyist writing.

Enough for his pocket money, and survive in Jakarta. Especially Papi who incidentally has a building materials store in Bandung. As well as the gold shop held by Mami, and Ce Margaretha never receded flow of funds for his life in the capital.

The scorn often comes from his lips. Satisfying the attitude of Marry who prefers to live independently in Jakarta. Though there is one branch of their gold shop, which is prepared specifically for Merry to hold. But the girl did not want to. His adventurous soul, made him not want to continue to depend on his parents.

Living independently is more enjoyable. I can be more mature. Because all this time, I was the youngest child most spoiled by Mami and Koh John. Also Papi...

Merry who was sitting leaning back in her chair smiled faintly. It hugged the file map. Slapping his eyes to the glass.

Counting the moon, because soon Christmas Eve comes. Usually a big family will come. Have a meal after coming home from church.

If permission was only in front of his parents it might not be easy. Just wait for everyone to gather.

The name Koh John again. His first-born. He is the wisest brother. Not like Koh Antoni Let alone Ce Margaretha.

Does he dare to say in front of them?

But I have been very eager to embrace Islam.

His gaze shifted to the sky. Which light is able to penetrate the glass wall in his room works.

Because some people are out for lunch. So it's just him alone, who just finished cleaning up the file.

Merry raised his arm slightly, looking at the digital figures on the circular watch.

"Had entered the time of Dzuhur, it had even passed twenty minutes. I have to hurry." Merr snatched the bag and her phone. Rush to the musholla office to perform prayer.

Although several pairs of eyes seemed to throw a lot of astonishment and questions about the religion he espoused. But not a few who provide support and good prayers for the girl named Merry Angela Chwa.

The girl underwent her four raka'at solemnly. He had memorized several short letters and also prayer readings.

The short recitation that he still contends a little from his little book. But overall, he is very clever. Even read the Holy Quran.

Merry held out both hands. Undegrees. Ask for help and assistance so that what he wants can run smoothly.

Allah is all-hearer, and the apostle of prayer.' Nothing is in vain to put hope in the all-powerful Thing. All that is done because of the desire to obtain the pleasure of Allah. God will surely make his way.

Merr rubbed her face gently, after she finished praying. He was determined to say this to Mami, Papi, Koh John, Koh Antoni, and Ce Margaretha. On Christmas Eve, this year.

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The celebration went solemn, leading them to dissolve in prayer together. Merr, who was standing in a row of long chairs holding a lit candle, did not sing the prayer song.

He can only be silent. Saying Istighfar and asking for forgiveness to Allah SWT. About him still going to church. And celebrate Christmas.

Head bowed. The girl shed tears feeling guilty.

Until finished performing the service. They're back home.

The sound of Christmas singing is again kicked by them.

A sense of desolation came upon the girl, looking at all who seemed happy but not at her. Who was actually sitting while squeezing his own hands in the corner of the room. Fear is also doubtful, will He really be brave? Or better later.

But, not one good must be immediately fulfilled. He's been delayed for more than seven months. This is a good time. To say his wish. Desire to change beliefs.

Now they take turns, talking under the Christmas tree. Apologize and pray and hope.

It was the youngest in the family's turn.

All eyes were on the girl, with the green dress as well as her golden yellow bando. One by one their eyes. Inflated smile from Mami, Papih, brother or sister-in-law. And the nieces made him feel sad.

Should I break their happiness? Merr wondered in her worry. But he was sure of what he was going to say.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.

Merry let out a long sigh, and he began to open his voice.