Milky

Part. 35

People came to surrender themselves before the Lord. In there sat the travelers, their heads shaken like the wind-blown grass. Thought in rhythm to the right and left. No tired and tired, let alone lazy. The worship they do is unlimited in time.

On the streets, other travelers are struggling. Swing the steps to get to the goal. The house of the Lord is always open to any servant who comes to ask for forgiveness. The fragrance of their bodies gushed as the wind blew, leaving a trail that penetrated all the way to the smelling hole.

"Beh, why not pray in a mosque that deket aja house?" bima asked glanced at the slow-moving God beside her. His wrinkled lips were pulled to the side hearing the question from his son.

"Lu never heard of worship? He said ustadz the more our feet go, the more reward we can get. Clothes, sarongs, peci, motorbikes, cars and even flip flops that we use will be witnesses in the future. Ntu said ustadz, yes, not Babeh," said the God without taking his eyes off his face.

Bima mangosteen listening. "But, Beh, why do you have to go all the way to the mosque here? Pan, in the mosque deket house can also," Bima timpal again stared straight ahead.

The two walked side by side to a mosque near a market in the city. The market is always crowded with visitors, street children and children who call themselves punk, roaming freely in the market.

"Well .. You'll know later why Babeh brought you here." Bima was stunned, not yet understood what purpose God took him to the mosque far from home. In fact, near their homes there is also a mosque that is always crowded when Friday prayers.

Bima no longer asked, his legs continued to swing close to a crowded building visited by people dressed as himself. The two went to the toilet, took ablution with other worshippers.

"out! People like you do not deserve to come to this holy place. Your body is dirty, it needs to be cleaned first in seven rivers in the world. Then you can enter the house of God!" An appeal stopped the movement of Bima who was ablution.

He sharpened his ears, ascertaining the origin of the loud and loud sounds.

"But we want to worship here just like you. Is not the house of God open to anyone?" The other Sahutan makes Bima curious. He finished his wudhunya and rushed out without waiting for the God who was still in the toilet.

There, on the front steps of the entrance of the mosque ..two people were dressed shabbily, but cleanly standing with their heads lowered. In front of them stood a middle-aged man wrapped in white robe that covered up to his two ankles.

Bima was stunned, still standing near the toilet door confirming what the noises were coming from them.

"The house of God is open to anyone, but not to a man whose body is dirty like you. Just go! We, as a security team in this house of God, have the right to expel you. Just go! Before we go any further than this!" The other two people stood on both his right and left sides.

There were no worshippers defending the two children, those who passed by did not even look at the two of them. The stares of cynicism, scoffing, sneering, degrading, they lay against two sinners who wanted to meld sin in the house of their Lord.

Bima was in disbelief, behind him the God stood still without a wart. He let Bima learn from the events he was witnessing before his own eyes.

You can learn from them, Tong.

Is this what Babeh meant more pain than ditatto?

God and Bima muttered inwardly, still glued to where he stood. The god wanted to know what the young man was going to do seeing the real faith before him.

Bima's heart grimaced when she saw the two children prefer to turn around and walk down the stairs leaving the mosque. Gontai steps both really sliced the humanity of Bima. He glanced at the three people at the top of the stairs who were still waiting for the two to leave.

Bima stepped up, stepping on their steps. He placed both hands on one of the two children's shoulders. The second step paused, their heads raised staring at a large tall-looking young man smiling kindly at them.

Bima flipped the bodies of the two, inviting them back up the stairs without hesitation. His view sharpened when he dropped on the three people who are DKM of the mosque.

"It's okay, God's house is open to anyone. Including the two of you. Don't be afraid, just come with Brother!" bima said to calm the two children who looked anxious and frightened.

Their glad eyes are staring right at Bima's bead. A strong desire Bima can feel from the radiance of their eyes. He smiled, understanding the hardness of both hearts.

"But not for dirty people like us, brother. God won't be happy with His house we're in." The heart of Bima. His heartache, the words of the two children made Bima's chest cavity feel tight. He gulped. The smile on his lips briefly disappeared after hearing their words.

"Why? Is it because your bodies are both tattooed, that the Lord will reject your coming into His house? God's judgment is not the same as man's. Do not step back to draw near to Him, He is waiting for you inside. Come on!" Bima continued the steps to take both. The smile on their lips expands hearing Bima's speech.

"Wait on! Who allowed you to enter?" prevent the three people from holding Bima's step and the two children he carried.

Bima moved forward, standing in front of the two children who were trembling in fear.

"Who forbids a servant to go to the house of his Lord?" suhut Bima slowly, but quite raining. His sharp eyes gushed out full of courage.

"Who are you up to"

"I am only a servant of the Lord who comes to His house to surrender. If God was willing to open His door wide, why did you become a barbed fence that blocked their way?" turn Bima quickly.

In an instant, Bima's actions attracted attention. And immediately they became a spectacle of worshipers who came to the mosque.

The three arrogant people, their tongues were confused.

"Basin the snot boy! Know what you've taught us who've outlived you! Snob!" The others chimed fiercely.

Bima smiled faintly, glancing cynically at the adult male standing at the right of the white-thinned man. While the two children were behind him, looking down with trembling bodies. Sweat soaked the clothes of those who passed.

"I don't know anything, sir, but can you explain why these two children are forbidden to enter the mosque?" said Bima still with manners that he stretched high.

The man smiled obliquely, his gaze flung behind Bima's body at the two slums.

"You don't see their bodies? They drew their own bodies by inserting foreign bodies into their skin. People like them are filthy, and do not deserve to enter this holy house of God!" the man was grumbling.

"Already, Brother. It's okay, we'll just go." One of the children said softly. Bima did not respond, her eyes pegged a bead in front of the smiling haughty.

"Is that so? Then, what about the story of a drunkard who was guaranteed to go to heaven just for picking up a tear from the Quran? Also, what about the story of a prostitute who was guaranteed to go to heaven just for giving a thirsty dog a drink? Are they also unworthy, whereas the one who guarantees is God Himself?" Telak. The three arrogant people were silent.

All the people began to think wisely. The two children who were about to leave were stopped when they heard Bima's words. They approached again after Bima asked him, led Bima both into the mosque.

"Moses, who was a Prophet, was rebuked and silenced by Allah for scolding and cursing a shepherd boy" Bima said as she passed by them.