Missing Voice Azhan

Sultan Azriel El fahrenzi

Pondok Pesantren Al - Amin

A young man with a stout and stout body, as well as his pointed nose, both eyes that have the look of an eagle eye. Eyelashes that look flattened add a plus appeal to the man. What a real gift of God.

Stand with both hands inserted into the pocket of his black pants that combine with long-sleeved cocoa clothes are white, his favorite color. His eyes look straight out the window, staring intensely at some students and students who are busy with their respective activities. Some are reading the Koran, joking, some are cleaning the room etc.

"Ril.."

Azriel, the man turned his head for a moment when someone called out to him. Smiling a flash, then continuing his activities to pay attention to his students.

"It calls you."

"Have you gone home ?"

"Yes, he's waiting in the main house."

"All right, I'll be there in a minute."

The man turned around, but not until he disappeared, Azriel suddenly called out to him.

"Yes." His call made Rio turn back to her.

"After this do I have an empty clock ?"

Rio smiling. " When you're done teaching, your time is free boss."

"You ! Call as usual, don't be too formal." Rio nodded.

"All right, you can go." Reordained.

Azriel, the man again let out a heavy sigh. I don't know what the guy's thinking is. It was clear that his heart was feeling troubled at this moment.

Oh God, my God. Do not let me feel love beyond my love for you. I leave my life and death to you completely, because You are the One who has the power in this world.

O Allah, forgive me my great sin for turning away from you. I'm thankful that You gave me the opportunity to feel Your love. I am just a dirty and ugly person. Yet You lovingly reached out YOUR hand when I almost lost my life .

Yes, since the events of the past that almost made his life fly, Azriel realized that what he had been doing and doing was very contrary to his religion. His world was once so black and dark. Even both parents almost feel frustrated with the behavior and behavior of their children. Only prayers can they say, hoping that the Lord YME can lower the guidance for him.

Yes, all of you are right, Azriel is a cruel and cold-blooded man. Every day his work is not far from killing and transacting illicit goods. For a ruthless Mafia man like himself, money and power are the things he enjoys the most. No matter how he gets it all.

No one knew why he could be such a stubborn and arrogant boy. But if examined more deeply, his whole family is a religious figure. Which strongly upholds religious values and norms. Even his brother was a kyai and the owner of the largest and famous ponpes in his area, namely Kuningan.

Various ways have been done by his brother, but all of it never produced results. Even Azriel became increasingly widespread, until finally he decided to go to the State of Paris. It was all he did to avoid his brother, and also for the smooth running of his job without anyone bothering him.

For years he was in his illegal job, until a plane crash occurred when he was about to travel to Japan. Of course to make large transactions.

But unfortunately, when just a few minutes take off, his private plane suddenly exploded in the air, leaving debris scattered in the middle of the ocean. It was rumored that everyone on board the plane that exploded had not survived. Be it two pilots and 5 flight attendants, and of course plus him.

The news made the umminya experience a strong shock due to such a deep shock. And it made the middle-aged woman's health drop instantly.

Azriel let out her breath inwardly. Remembering the events that almost made his life disappear. Still he remembered the moment the second the plane had a loud shock and at the end it exploded with a voice so loud rumbling in the air. At the same time, he felt as if a huge hand was pulling him out of the plane, a body figure that was emitting a white radiance, and wearing a white robe as well.

With his peace the figure smiled then pulled him to jump freefall from a height of how many hundred thousand meters. No one remembered him later, because he was so afraid that he made himself faint. And after he woke up, he was shocked to find himself in a small house with a young man who is currently his right-hand man, Rio Windarto.

Azriel rubbed her face violently, took a deep breath back, and moved out of the room to the main house.

The whispers of the students began to be heard as he passed through several classrooms.

"Aaaa, that's ustadz Azriel. He's so handsome." Mumbled one of the santriwati.

"You're right, he's handsome. Like artist lee Min ho." Say the other.

There were still many whispers heard until Azriel's ear. As for the man, instead of feeling happy for getting compliments. He has been involved many times.

Astaghfirullah. O Allah forgive me, take away my sin, not wanting me to have this handsome face, but it is You who gave it to me. Do not make me a servant who is kufr deliciously and arrogant because it gets this handsome face. Astarghfirullah's.

Many times he said Istighfar, while accelerating the pace of his footsteps. He wanted to get to the main house soon. The place where he was waiting for his arrival.

Arriving there, he immediately sat on a long chair made of teak wood. Ignoring his abah gaze which was like about to skin his body alive. That's because his son looks bored and forgets something.

"Waalaikumussalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh." He was hard on his son.

Azriel flinched, as she immediately stood up to her brother. Kissing the brother's hand that feels cold and cool when he touches it.

"Asalamu'alaikum warohmatulli wabarakatuhu. Sorry, Riel forgot. Hehe." He said with a thin grin on his lips.

"Ono opo le ? Your face is so tangled. Look at you, your sweat's soaked." Said his brother with a mixed language between Java and Indonesia. Understandably, the abah is native to the East Java area, so the Java dialect feels thick.

Ono opo\= what's up.

Azriel looked at her slightly messy body, then gave a wry smile from embarrassment.

"Ojo talk if you again mlyu mlyayu mlyu because so the talk of the santriwati to." Guess his brother turned out to be on target.

Ojo talk \= don't tell me

Mlayu mlyu\= run.

Azriel smiled back.

"How else, your son is handsome." He said a little arrogant.

"Istighfar le, indeed Allah SWT does not like arrogant people." His words reminded him of his son.

"Switch me." Smooth answer.

Inggih\= Good or yes.

Ahmad Yasir El Fahrenzi, Azriel's father only smiled faintly at the attitude of his son who had now changed completely. No more arguing or being arrogant and brutal. In front of him was a gentle, friendly and patient man. All of this made the man feel very happy.

"Well, Rio said if you're looking for me ?" He asked while getting up and sitting next to his brother.

"Oh yes, I forgot, Astaghfirullah." Beristighfar. " You remember Faris' grandfather your grandfather's best friend son ?"

Azriel tapped her index finger in the chin, trying to remember the figure of her late grandfather's sidekick.

"Yes, Riel remembers." He replied shortly after remembering the figure he meant. " Then ?"

"Son, look. Your grandfather and Faris' grandfather used to have the intention to match their grandchildren, and your brother and ummah agreed to your grandfather's plan. And now after all these years, you want to make your grandfather's plan a reality, do you agree son ?" Ask the heart.

Azriel was frozen. His mind suddenly rumbled, there was a sense of pleasure but identical to the great sadness. He was silent for a long time, his face staring intensely at the look of his brother who looked anxious waiting for his answer.

"If you're happy, then just do it. Whatever your choice, Riel believes it must be best for Riel." Sincerely speaking.

TB

Thank God you can finally finish this eps. Sorry if there is a shortage of words. If there are names of characters or places that think the same, sorry it is all out of the reach of the author, because honestly everything in this story is a real wishful thinking and a mere shadow of the author. it's all an author's story, not a true story.🤗

Thank you, do not forget to continue to support the author yes, do not forget to leave a trace..