My Imam, my army
3. hm
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For the spirit, who knows what is not good?
Happy reading guys...
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After he finished his task, Dirga cleaned his sticky body due to sweat. Warming his brain back up from thinking hard all day. His duty is to serve the country, his entire body he sacrificed to protect the Indonesian nation. Dirga turned on the shower, then the water began to wet the head down. Fresh, that's what Dirga felt. Suddenly, he remembered the white paper that was etched in black ink forming a series of arabic letters. If you read the Arabic letter, Angkasa Dirgantara. He was still curious, who put the paper bearing his name using the Arabic letter, it? Mending that only one he finds, he still understands. But, every day he always found the paper, not forgetting the frills 'do not forget the prayer, yes aky :). His words never changed, only that and Dirga's name. Not to forget the initial S.
Dirga came out of the bathroom in full clothes, he again opened the nightstand locker next to his bed. He took out a light blue box and opened the contents. It was just a white paper he got seven years ago when he was in high school. He still kept it neat, until now, he had not found who the owner of the paper was. Curious? Banget! He tried to find out, but always failed. Maybe that guy is too shrewd. Once Dirga made her own accord, if she managed to find the writer's girl, she would make her empress. But, he never got it, until he went crazy himself because of the white paper.
Dirga continued to look at the beautiful Arabic writing that stringed his name.
"Try, I find you, I'll make my halal girlfriend. I'm sure, if you're a good woman," she said softly as she held onto the one, "But that was before I fell in love with Ara" she continued.
If he could find the girl, Dirga would marry him. Too silly, but he's sure it's a good girl. Everything just happens until he finds Ara and begins to fall for Ara. Of course the silly idea of marrying a mysterious girl must have failed automatically.
Dirga put the box back in her locker. He immediately took ablution water and performed congregational prayers in the mosque near his house. He always took the time to confide in Allah. Time to say thank you as much as possible because it has been given a breath until now.
"Ma, Dirga to the mosque. Papa, where?" ask her to her beloved mother.
"Papa was already in advance. Thought you weren't coming,"
"Yes, Dirga first yes, Ma. Assalamualaykum," said Dirga while peeping the back of his Mama's hand.
"Koskirishalam,"
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Unlike Salsa, the girl is still in the hospital, precisely in the operating room. Tonight is his operating schedule. He must be professional, must not confuse his problems into this mainstream work. Everything inside the operating room was ready with masks, gloves and green robes. They prayed together for a while, asking God to allow and approve the operation until it was completed.
The atmosphere turned tense as their hands began to carry out operations. They stared intensely at the body in the operation. While inwardly praying for the operation to proceed smoothly with His permission.
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After three hours in a tense atmosphere due to surgery, Salsa was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. He took off his white coat and sat down on the bench of his greatness.
While walking, he chanted Surah Al-Kahfi because this Friday night is very good for reading the surah. Every Friday, he always reads a surah al-Kahfi.
Salsa deliberately brought a private car because he knew, completed the operation must be late at night. It would be dangerous if he rode the motor matic as usual. After all, the streets at night are also too relaxed and not jammed.
Salsa enters her mini jazz honda. Put the backpack next to the steering wheel. Then start the engine of his car and rush out of the area of Al-Akbar central hospital. Not to forget he listened to a song of longing for His Majesty Muhammad who was sung by one of the famous singers of Turkey.
In the middle of the road, Salsa's stomach felt hungry. He almost forgot the worms in his stomach had been roaring to ask in the contents. As a result, he had to stop by one of the restaurants that were open 24 hours.
After parking his car, he immediately entered the restaurant. Take a seat and order. While waiting for his order to come, he told his mother not to worry about waiting for his arrival.
"alone?" suddenly the baritone's voice surprised him when he ended his phone with his mother.
Salsa looked up at who the man was.
"Ka-Kak Dirga's? Ko-k d-here?" I don't know what, every time I saw that guy, Salsa was always nervous about talking. The word istighfar came out of his mouth several times.
Relax Sal. He has a fiancee. Don't think of him anymore.his inner cheering was sad.
"It's a public place" he said, so cold and so firm.
"Oh, yes, brother," said Salsa. His mouth was ignoring, but his heart was racing.
"There's no, surgery?" ask the man again. Dirga sat in front of Salsa. Salsa growled because the demons had been roaring inside her brain.
"Yes" he answered briefly. Of course Salsa does not want to play eye contact with men who are not yet mahramnya. Salsa can also see if Dirga is a man who values women.
"Yes, I live first. Assalamualaykum," said Dirga then bamgkit from his seat and walked out.
"Waalaykumsalam" said Salsa. Salsa knew very well, why Dirga greeted him. Because Dirga knows, if Salsa is the cousin of his future wife. Yeah, he said hello because of that, not more. Just a cousin of his fiancee.
Salsa's tears almost came out when a waiter escorted her order. He wants to cry at this moment. Crying because he was too stupid. Crying because she likes her cousin's future husband. Salsa like a woman has no price.
Instead of paying attention to the problem, Salsa tried to remember her hunger. Wasn't the goal here to fill his stomach, hungry?
If not eaten, Salsa must have been redundant to have thrown this food away. As a result, he had to finish his meal. Food from Allah SWT.
