My Imam, my army

Dirga

He said it's true that time can change a person's feelings. He said time can change everything. But it is true that is how felt by an Aerospace Space. To him, time is a process. Until the time comes, time will answer all the turmoil that is in our hearts.

Dirga sighed slowly. He looked at some of the objects around him. Today, the sky is so bright without cloudy clouds adorning it. Grateful in his heart. He looked at the nature around him again. He saw the birds flying over the sky with agility. As if, the bird was indeed very happy with the weather today that was so sunny.

Dirga inhale air that has not been polluted air with as much air pollution as possible. Enjoying every breath that comes out of his nose. Here, so quiet. Away from crowds such as the sound of factory machinery or the sound of motor vehicles.

He looked up at the blue sky again. There are many objects in this world that are related. As if, God had arranged his universe with a very perfect procedure. Even the word perfect is not enough to define everything.

In this world there is a disease and there are doctors who cure it with the permission of Allah. In this world there is air for living beings to breathe. And many other objects are interrelated. Even in this world there are many scandals and alibis created by humans. A man with common sense.

I don't know!

According to Dirga, we live in this world what exactly are we looking for?

Are we just looking for a partner and getting married with a happy ending? Or are we just looking for popularity, in the world? What is the real purpose of living in this world? Why are we created and then returned to the Creator?

There were many thoughts raging in Dirga's mind. However, he only has a purpose in life that he holds as long as he turns into a good person.

Good guys?

Yaps! Previously, Dirga was a rogue who did not know how to profit! However, over time, time has healed Dirga from his bad attitude. Before knowing how much gratitude God gave her, Dirga was someone who was never grateful in life. He never cared if out there, there were many brothers who had physical deficiencies who were always grateful in his life. Meanwhile, he who is given a complete physique even likes to complain.

Time kept helping Dirga to answer everything that was raging in his brain.

After that, he became aware that living in this world is becoming a good human being. Being a good person is not as easy as you think. There are a lot of demons that surround us. Become God's obedient servant. It's not easy. Man is too much defeated by the hypocrisy created by man himself.

He just needs to walk the line God set for him. Although he cannot be a good person, at least he is beneficial to others.

"Captain space?" Suddenly someone from behind called out his name.

"Can I sit here?" Said someone wearing a uniform like Dirga.

Dirga threw the man using a dry twig while laughing.

"It's really lo, Ga!" Excited after laughing. That person is Angga. Own friend.

Then Angga laughed.

"Woi's home, huh? Kasian lives in bini," said Angga while sipping Dirga coffee. Dirga is ordinary. Because things like this are already common in Angga.

It's true that Salsa came home today. After delivering Salsa to the airport this morning, Dirga went straight to this place. There is a sense of emptiness when you see Salsa coming home first.

"I didn't think I was," chirped Angga.

"Why?"

"Lo is a straight man now" Angga said as he sipped Dirga's coffee again.

"Straight, how? Let me have a straight flagpole, a slab,"

"Yes, no, bro! I mean, you used to be the asshole of Arowana High School school," said Angga while laughing when remembering his school days. Angga was a friend of Dirga from a long time ago. However, they are just different classes.

"It's not a real jerk, it used to be a real jerk," smiled after saying that. He remembered once when the school used to be, even though Dirga's face looked sad and seemed cold. Actually, Dirga used to love bullying his friends. Free association has become his daily friend. In the past, the principle was also to make life difficult while living one time should be enjoyed.

He remembered once if he often locked his friends who went into the toilet to just urinate. BP's room had become Dirga's favorite room when he was in High School. Every day if not make troublemakers it feels less afdol live Dirga. Well even though Dirga seems quiet but secretly even the culprit of High School. His BP teacher to memorize every inch of Dirga's face. So tired of it that I am sick. BP teachers also shake their heads, how else to face Dirga. Dirga often makes trouble.

He used to be very happy to ditch at the corner school stall. It is where the scourge of the truers breeds. Although only buy fried food 500 rupiah but hang out for hours. And the owner of the shop is no problem either.

And Dirga remembered once if every time he took the goods in his locker, surely he found a piece of paper that bore his name with Arabic letters. I don't know who sent the paper. Until now Dirga did not know it at all. He even made his own challenge. If he finds her, he will make her his wife. Too naive. But Dirga is like that. And finally until he met with Ara and automatically his challenge was erased automatically.

"How taught?" Angga while raising one eyebrow. Because he was surprised by the words of Dirga who said he was naughty.

"Yes," said Dirga, sipping his finished coffee. Spontaneous he looked directly into his glass which turned out to be empty hopping. And turned to Angga who was grinning at the horse while his fingers formed the letter V.

"Well my coffee runs out. Severely. Coffee in embat. Especially doi," said Dirga while laughing who immediately got his head pounded from Angga.

"Lo tell me! I am alim ya. Don't worry," said Angga after pounding Dirga's head.

"God snobs alim!"

"The hell are you! Now it's really rese! Since already have a halal partner so much talk," sewot Angga while laughing.

"Not to divert the conversation, my coffee lo upin,"

"Well, you're a good person. What a hard thing to buy again. Consider it my same charity," Angga's alibi.

Dirga faced Angga and looked into Angga's eyes. Angga even became afraid in such a face.

"Lo spout wedding. It felt ahh steady," said Dirga then laughing while looking at Angga. Angga who saw it could only pray for Dirga's good. Who would have thought if Dirga was possessed by a forest demon. Angga shuddered in horror.

"Lo's oath is so great!" Angga.

"Serem, how?"

"I think you're so happy because you're married."

"Yes that. Do not be single. Not good for your soul. To think of a woman who is not our mahram is adultery, Ga. Hence the marriage spit," Dirga even mocked Angga who immediately got the second hit from Angga. Oye! The one at the top was Angga's superior. They are ordinary like this.

"Who lived that man's child as easily as flipping a palm, a hand? It's good you stay by the way. It's about you getting married,"

"I'm serious."

"Gue is also two rius,"

What the hell? Why are they so unclear like this? Why even a retceh like this? Isn't there a more important task than them retceh, like this?

Dirga got up from his seat, "gue want to pull first," said Dirga who made Angga also rise from his seat.

"Where are you going, bang? It's a crashing," said Angga.

"I don't want any gossip here" Dirga said, laughing.

Angga shuddered in horror, "sorry ya bang, I'm still sane" Angga chanted as he left Dirga first.

***

Just one hour later, Salsa got off the taxi. After he got off the plane, Salsa immediately looked for a taxi and headed for his mother's house. Upon getting off the plane, Salsa was worried with her own heart. His heart was eager to inform Dirga if he had arrived. However, his brain refused because he was ashamed and did not have the guts. Even on the way, Salsa was still worried. He was afraid that Dirga ilfeel would come to him.

The good side says that Dirga will not ilfeel and instead like the news from Salsa if he survived to the goal. But the bad side says otherwise.

Salsa walked to her door after paying for the taxi.

"Assalamu'alaykum," he said as he knocked on the door. Before long, he received a reply from within.

"Wa'alaykumsalam, who is it?" Ask the voice and immediately open the door, "wah mbak Salsa has come, entered mbak," said his cousin. Her cousin's sister Dila helps Salsa carry her suitcase inside.

"Where's mbak, there? I saw in the news the flood was huge. I can't bear to see the same elderly kids. I can't imagine being in their position. May they remain in the circle of Allah's protection" Dila said with a sad expression.

Salsa smiled looking at Dila who was worried like that. That means, the level of concern for the girl is high.

"Thank God, there's a lot of help. We wish the best for the floods in South Kalimantan."

"What news mom, deck?"

"Alhamdulillah aunty all right. But aunt still does not want to talk, eating is also difficult. I have entertained various ways for aunty to eat, but still do not want to," said Dila sadly.

Salsa breathed a long breath. He understood, his mother must have experienced severe trauma so that she still silenced her mouth to just say a sentence.

"Mbak," call Dila.

"Yes, deck?"

"Bak's telling me your husband has it, until?" I don't know why Dila asked exactly like that.

Salsa hesitated.

"Do you doubt that, Mbak?"

Oh, my God, Dila!

"Mbak is tired, want to take a break for a while. Oh yes, in the suitcase there are souvenirs typical of Kalimantan, take it," said Salsa as he rose from his seat to immediately go to his room.

I have reached my mother's house.

Send!

To be continued...

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