Me, Him, And God

6. The student is a convert!

"Huh? So you're deketing the same Mr Tio?"

Alina immediately silenced Dela's mouth when she was after telling the incident yesterday which, she could spend a full day spending time with her Lecturer, Mr. Tio.

Everyone in the campus room, they simultaneously turned to Dela, Alina was only able to calm all her down to resume her activities, respectively, and don't mind Dela's words.

"Please! This is my saliva coming out Alina! Ishi!" Dela immediately let go of Alina's hand that was stuck in her mouth.

"That's surprising?" Alina asked with a lazy expression.

"Yeah yeah, you're a random person.

Sometimes if it's good, call it 'I' if I get together again, call it 'GUE'! " tuk Alina while putting some of her college books into a backpack.

"Yes yes sorry.

I swear, because of my mother, I can't get Mr. Tio.

I thought, you won't be long.

You know, I said it's like there's an extra class"

"Udah ah time"

Ddddrrrrrrttt Ddddrrrrrttt

Dela's phone rang indicating an incoming call.

He immediately took out the phone from inside his pants pocket. He stood up and moved away from Alina.

Dela returned with a grim face, she told Alina that she would go home first.

"First, I don't know"

"But you won't see Mr. Tio again, will you?" Said Dela with a probing look

"No, why meet when nothing matters"

Alina is now walking through the corridor to the campus parking lot.

He walked very slowly because in his hand while playing a cellphone.

Bruukks

A man accidentally hits Alina's body from behind.

Alina fell to the floor with the phone she was holding.

"Lin Lin sorry.

I was in a hurry," said the man, helping Alina to stand up and get Alina's phone.

"Ficri?

Why run away anyway?" Curse Alina while patting her knees for falling earlier.

"You're not papa, are you?

Sorry, I was accidentally"

"Yes just relax.

No papa. Btw, where are you in a hurry?"

"I'm going to the prof's room. Wang Lin"'s"

'Prof 'S. Wang?' Alina said in her heart

"Ahhh I'm coming"

"Jaudah come on, later Prof. Wang's afraid of going home." Fikri pulls Alina's wrist to take her to see Prof. Wangs.

Tok tok tok tok

"Asalamualaikum" said Fikri after standing in the doorway of the room belonging to Prof. Wangs.

Profs. Wang, who was busy with his computer, immediately turned to the door when he saw someone enter his room.

"Fikri, Alina?

Please come in" said Prof. Wang with a very friendly smile

Alina was sitting in the front seat of Prof's desk. Wangs. While Fikri, he was taking a chair from the corner of the room Prof. Wangs.

'Kok Fikri isn't awkward at all?' Alina asked in her heart

Fikri then put the chair he brought earlier to the right side of Alina.

He took out a piece of paper from his bag, and handed it to Prof. Wangs.

"This is Prof, I'm sorry I'm late" said Fikri politely.

Alina noticed clearly the writing on the piece of paper.

'Is that biodata paper? Fikri has not been cussing' time'

"Oh okay okay"

Profs. Wang checked the paper that Fikri had handed him, and then he put it in his desk drawer.

"How's your papa Fik doing?" Ask Prof. Money on Fikri.

"Alhamdulilah now it's better Prof"

'Kok Professor use nanyain his parents Fikri all?' Mumbled Alina while astonished.

"Oh well, it's been a long time well we don't chat like this," said Prof. Wang while exhaling his breath slowly.

"Hey yes Prof

I also go straight home now. Sometimes meeting the professor is hard"

They laugh together too.

Alina was further confused by the conversation between Prof. Wang and Fikri.

As if, they looked very familiar, even like they were not Lecturers and Students.

Their conversation was not at all mixed with awkwardness, in contrast to Alina who had just listened to what they were talking about.

"Mmmm sorry Prof, Fik.

Does Prosefor also know Fikri?" Alina asked who was trying to find out her curiosity.

Fikri and Prof. Wang, who was talking, suddenly turned to Alina at the same time.

They just laughed softly at Alina's words.

Alina was just confused, she corrected her question again earlier.

But it seems, nothing is wrong.

"Hhhh I'm the same Professor who has known Lin a long time," said Fikri who ended his laughter.

"Know lama?"

"Yes"

"What the hell is this? I really don't understand Prof, Fik!" Alina replied while tidying up her chair and somewhat advancing it forward.

"Can I tell you Fik?" Ask Prof. Money on Fikri.

"Please Prof."

"So like this.

Actually, Fikri has been here for four years. But because he had to go back and forth from Jakarta to batam to ensure the state of his father who was sick again, eating Fikri often skipped college.

And at that time, Fikri was not as active now in education.

So, Fikri must repeat his S1 from the beginning," explained Prof. Wang told me about Fikri's background.

"And the student I told you about at that time.."

"Ficily?" Not yet Prof. Wang explained in more detail, but Alina interrupted him first.

"Just right!"

"Well?!"

Alina could only silence her mouth with both hands.

He couldn't believe what Prof said. Wang just.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, Alina was still inexhaustible with the incident a few minutes ago.

Alina just turned her head towards Fikri, and Fikri simply returned with a smile.

"But I think Fikri already knows a lot about Islam, right?" Ask Alina.

"Rubber, I've already said.

Now Fikri became a devout Muslim"

"Ah Prof.do not like that.

I'm still learning" Fikri said, because he felt bad he had been flattered by Prof. Wangs.

"Oh yes, Professor has prayed yet?" Ask Fikri to Prof. Wang

"Not yet Fik, or want to go together to an ordinary mosque?" Ask back Prof. Wang

"May Prof."

"I'm coming" said Alina who suddenly.

"Can"

(Airina)

I was in a building that I knew myself was a mosque, a place of worship for Muslims.

And this is my second time to come to this mosque.

And this mosque was also the one I had come with Mr. Tio a few days ago when I delivered him prayer.

I'm just sitting on the terrace of this mosque waiting for Prof. Wang and Fikri finished their prayers.

From the courtyard of this mosque, I saw a mother in distress carrying some books in her hands.

His gaze was often blocked by a few piles of books, I was not very familiar with the book.

"Sorry Mom, let me help you" I said, offering help to the mother.

He was dressed very covered, his head covered by a kind of cloth that reached to the thighs in length.

He was wearing a light blue shirt.

And his body that is slightly filled and his height is still below me.

His face was so shady, exposed to the wind that it caused the long cloth to cover his head to scatter slightly.

"Not to bother son, God willing, I can bring my own," she replied by throwing a friendly smile at me.

For some reason when he smiled, my heart was so cold.

I continued to urge him to accept my help, and shortly after. He agreed to help her bring some of the books. I followed the mother from behind and was about to head inside the mosque where Fikri and Prof were. Wang is praying.

''Asalamualaikum" he said as he opened the door of the mosque

The first time I entered the mosque, I was quite amazed by the design of the room that was not too spacious but very clean and tidy.

I saw some Muslims praying.

My eyes are constantly searching for Prof's whereabouts. Wang and Fikri from some of them who are performing prayers.

'Where are they?' My inner

"This is it, son," said the mother who broke my daydream.

"Oh good Mom"

My mother and I immediately put some books in a special closet where the books in this mosque.

However, I saw that Mother put her book down very carefully.

I also imitate what Mom did to just appreciate it.

"Geez, son, thank you well.you've helped Mom," he said, holding both my hands.

"Ahh no problem Mom, I am also happy to be able to help Mom," said I who returned her smile.

"Oh yes, introduce the name of Mother, Siti Nurul Az-Zahra commonly called Bu Nurul, whose name are you?"

"My name is Alina ma'am" I replied with a courtesy as I could.

The mother simply nodded as she unceasingly continued to smile at me.

"Sorry ma'am, those books are. What books are you?" I asked him to open a conversation with her.

Bu Nurul just furrowed his brows while staring confusedly at me.

"It is the Qur'an, the holy book of Muslims," he said subtly.

I just nodded after getting an answer from him.

"I'm sorry son, what is your religion?" He asked me very carefully, asking me that question.

I don't know what to answer, but I don't have a religion like that.

I also told the truth to Bu Nurul that I am an 'ATHEIS'.

At first Ms. Nurul was a little surprised by my answer, but she tried to better understand and appreciate me, so as not to ask deeper things about me.

I really admire his personality, he's a human who really appreciates between other humans.

Moreover, he is a very good Muslim personality in my opinion.

"Asalamualaikum Ustadzah Nurul," suddenly the voice of a man approached me and Bu Nurul who was in the mosque courtyard seat.

Me and Nurul immediately stood up to see who was the one who greeted us earlier.

I saw Prof. Wang and Fikri who had finished performing their prayers then approached me and Bu Nurul.

"Waalaikumsalam Prof,"

I saw Prof. Wang and Bu Nurul close each other's palms then stored in front of the chest while the two bowed their bodies slightly.

'Is Islam so beautiful and peaceful?'

"Well, Alina? how are you here?" Ask Prof. Money me.

"Ahh yes Prof," I replied briefly

Tok tok tok tok

I knocked on my door and went straight in.

"Who? Papa?" I asked when I saw a middle-aged man sitting on a sofa in front of a tivi.

He was my father, Irawan Faras a businessman.

His body is high and looks healthy because he routinely exercises, and on his lips there is a mustache that is not too thick.

My eyes are already minus, requiring my father to wear glasses every day, except when going to sleep.

He'll take it off first.

Her hair was still black, and the lines on her face were beginning to show.

His skin is white, just like mine.

He was wearing only creamy cargo shorts, and a plain black t-shirt.

On the table is a cup of his favorite black coffee, accompanied by a plate of cassava chips that will accompany him at this time.

"Sit here son!" Let it go while shifting slightly to the left.

I sat nearby and put my backpack on the floor first.

"Papa had come home probably. around 11 o'clock. Because Papa's meeting in france was already in order," he explained.

I just nodded then took out a cassava chip that was on the table.

Then put it in my mouth.

"Where, go to college there?"

"Betah dong pah.

I don't want to go out, either" I replied with a chuckle.

"Eh but Pah, I just found out that near the company papa there's a mosque?"

"The first time there was that, maybe you just don't know"

"Gini.. has gone to college later, you want to nerusin Papa company with your brother?"

"Sorry Pah Alina has no intention, Alina already has her own goals"

"Man has the right to choose his own life path, but not to determine it.

Papa let you want to be anything, Papa wants you to live according to your own choices.

But one son, you must know God, God. One day, you will understand. What God is and how He handles every problem of his being."

"But reward, Alina needs time to clarify that!"

"How many years have you been?

Eighteen years is not a short time Papa and mama let you live without knowing God.

This is indeed the fault of Papa, who cannot provide enough religious education for you. Papa failed to be a parent son, papa failed!.

Papa understands your feelings, papa has let you know life first, even without knowing God.

You can't keep going like this, son, this is the wrong way.

But one side papa sure, you are not a person who is bad.

You must know God, whether it be sooner or later.

Papa is so sure!"

I only shed tears when I heard the explanation my father gave me about God.

"His key is one, son.

When you are able to forget the bitter past, then you will immediately seek God."

My blood rippled violently upon hearing my father's words just now, they were indeed very short. But it means very deep.

"Parents are very important for the growth of their children. With enough knowledge, then the child will be easy to find his identity," he continued

My father turned his body to face me, he held both shoulders and said something.

"Son, do you intend to make Papa and Mama happy?"

I just nodded

"If so, Papa and Mama's happiness is when you become a convert someday.

Papa doesn't need your money, your wealth, your wealth later. You just need to know God more deeply. That way, you'll be a real human being."

I can't stand holding back my tears that seem to be spilling over.

I hugged my father and cried in his arms.

I am happy to feel this kind of embrace, especially to the person who has played a role in my life.

"Sorry Alina Pah, Alina will try to forget the incident.

And soon I will find God" said I who was a little difficult because while continuing to pour my tears.

"Papa strongly believes it, son, Papa believes it.

And sorry Papa same Mama who has failed to educate you, Papa regrets son, sorry!

This regret always haunts Papa, Papa often men.." haven't had time for my father to continue his words, he immediately cried just like that still in a cuddling position.

He put his glasses on the table because of the tears that blocked his view.

The atmosphere of my house became full of grief and tears, I did not expect the arrival of my father this time would open one by one way for me to soon find God.

"Look, you get some rest.

You must be cape" he said as he let go of his embrace and slightly patted my shoulder.

The role of parents is very important to the growth of their children.

Because it will determine how his future picture will be`).