Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Mushola Mosque

"Crying is not the only way to express feelings. Delivering what we feel to others, it can be in many ways," Anindi replied confidently.

Rendra was silent for a moment, interestingly also arguing with Anindi. The man was just about to open his voice again, but Anindi was seen stepping forward once.

"I have to go, I'll wait. I'll tell Mom that you can't come. Assalamualaikum." Anindi walked back, this time passing through Rendra's body just like that. Bringing Rendra before his mother in the current state is not a good idea. It will add to the problem again.

Rendra respected Anindi's decision. The woman has the right to decide anything. "Wa'alaikum salutations."

The brief meeting was quite memorable for Rendra. The arrival of Anindi hastily as if signing that the woman was very attentive to her. Worrying like a family. "He's faster than my parents." Rendra chose to go to bed again. It was a pretty short incident, a single accident. This is to avoid more victims, so Rendra chose to slam the steering wheel to the right. "It's staying here, peaceful. I hope you don't know that I'm here. I hope so."

***

Anindi lies again, fortunately her mother can accept the reason for the woman.

The night came to say hello. Doctors advised Ms. Lia to be treated one night to control her health development. Anindi doesn't matter, it's all for her mother's sake.

As soon as Azan Magrib reverberated, Anindi pamit descended to the lower floor. The girl was willing to carry out her duties as a Muslim. By using the elevator, the hijab-wearing woman came down. Once on the ground floor, Anindi walked towards the right corridor. Where many people also walked in that direction, welcoming the arrival of the time to meet the Almighty.

The small museum in the back of the building looks crowded. Limitations of worship tools there, not infrequently people have to wait. Alternate each other. It is also called a public facility.

Anindi had to wait. Looking for another woman finished praying. Sitting on the terrace of the mushola while watching around. Of the many people here, none of them were familiar.

Waiting is indeed something that sucks for some people, as well as Anindi. It just has to be done to get a goal.

Anindi finally gets her hands on Mukena. The woman had wudu, then performed prayers. With this crowded situation did not completely eliminate the specificity of the Anindi prayer. His movements were also very well calculated.

Salat finished, Anindi prayed for a while. Say the phrase dhikr, then out mushola. When he was about to wear sandals, he was surprised by the existence of men he often met. Yes, a few times. "You're here too?" tanyakanya. The man was also about to wear shoes, right next to Anindi's sandals. Obviously Anindi can not dwell or avoid. It moves to the side. "Yes." Yeah."

The man whose name is known is Adib was wearing shoes, just like Anindi. "It seems like the universe is bringing us together lately." The man smiled a little.

Anindi. Adib's words did not hurt, it was like that.

"I don't mind, but don't know about you?" Adib just put on a black shoe.

Anindi stands. "His name is alive, it must have met several times. No need to think about it."

"Reason?" Anindi answered immediately.

Adib shut up for a moment. Think of the best reason, then say again, "You can get tired of seeing me. Every time you meet, you look uncomfortable."

That is not the real reason Anindi. If you are bored, it is impossible. He met the same person every day and it was natural.

"Are you on medication or waiting for someone to get sick?" Adib wants to know more about Anindi. Switching the conversation so that the woman can be a little comfortable.

"I'm waiting for Mom." Anindi wasn't lying.

"Your mother's sick?" Adib clarified Anindi's sentence with a question. Perhaps both ears are hearing wrong.

Anindi nodded slowly. "Yes." Yeah."

"May soon improve. I pray for the best."

"Thank you." Anindi had no intention of turning her head the slightest bit to the side. He just walked forward a step. However, his legs suddenly flashed and almost fell down.

Fortunately Adib was deft, the man caught Anindi's body from behind.

"Astagfirefull!" Anindi yells. It caught the attention of some visitors there. Anindi's back was refuted by Adib's hands, the woman glanced at Adib. The meeting of the two pairs of eyes was happening, unavoidable.

"You must learn carefully." That's all that Adib's mouth gives off. The man who was trying to help Anindi stood up. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to touch you."

Anindi. Adib's treatment was not entirely wrong, because to help him. He also cannot blame completely.

Other people's views were focused on Adib and Anindi, as if they were the best scenic objects among them.

"I'm sorry, sorry. Assalamualaikum." Adib stepped forward, past Anindi. He has explained, so no need to worry, although a little afraid is said to be looking for opportunities.

"Thank you" Anindi said quickly.