My Imam, my army

rain is mercy

Salsa walked towards the large mosque near her hospital. He had made a pact with Dirga to pray dhuhur in the big mosque as usual.

"Doctor Salsa," called someone who made Salsa look back.

Dr. Randy again.

The man likened the move to Salsa, "want to pray dhuhur, huh?" said.

Salsa nodded, "yes, doc."

"Bring, huh?"

"Byeah" said Salsa.

Dr. Randy smiled at Salsa's words, "would you mind going to the mosque together with the couple, halal?" said.

"Makanya quickly marry dong, doc."

I don't know why Salsa's mouth can speak like that spontaneously. And Salsa was also astonished by herself lately because her words were very bold. He just threw his shame on Dirga. Salsa also realized, she also had to serve her husband because it had become her duty. Salsa also feels regret after yesterday he was too concerned about his own ego. The ego, or self-centered self that is separate, must be balanced with a quiet, inner, calm, and connected observer self. Let one part express itself too much and maybe you will become arrogant and selfish. So, it is very important to overcome self-balance.

Doctor Randy laughed at Salsa's words, "God has not yet brought his candidate," he said with a smile looking at Salsa who was shorter than him.

Salsa felt guilty for saying such a thing. Salsa also condemned herself for speaking out without manners for violating the privacy of others.

Until they get to the front of the mosque, Salsa tells Doctor Randy that he will take ablution water first.

After Salsa took her water, she saw Dirga who had just arrived at the mosque with other friends. But for some reason when Dirga looked at him from the distance and smiled for Salsa, Salsa was indifferent and went straight into the mosque to take her face.

While Dirga who looked at it was a little laugh so that it attracted the attention of other friends. Especially the Angga.

"Lo's sane, isn't he?" asked Angga who made Dirga look at the guy.

"Gue's not as sane as he is, Ngga."

"Fell in love with your wife, again?" he asked directly, "a day from a month ago that you told only doctor Salsa continues. Kayak in this world there are only lo and doctor Salsa aja," he continued Angga again.

"It was just me and him, the others contracted. That's what you mean, lo?"

The question was echoed firmly by Dirga, "makanya you cepet marriage. Let's not despise the mind, keep thinking about the woman you like. Sin lo, Ngga," kats Dirga who makes Angga directly hit Dirga's shoulder, but with deft, Dirga able to avoid the hand Angga.

"Quickly ask Allah. So that lo cepet prayer is also in ijabah. Directly deh cuss datengin his parents asked for blessing. Dating after marriage is amazing. How much longer do you want to hang around? Surely do not want to feel-," Dirga's words were cut because Angga had already blocked Dirga's head and carried it to his armpit. Dirga thrashed because Angga smelly armpits. Dirga could have guessed if Angga might not have bathed for a month. Haha! Basic Jahil!

The strong Angga kept Dirga's head in his armpits. It made his friends laugh to see their captain tormented because of his own men. When else could he see the tormented senior right before his eyes, his junior? And who else if not Angga who dared to do it.

Dirga heaved a sigh of relief when Angga let go, the man tried to collect his fresh breath because too much inhaling Angga armpits was also not good, even very-Very bad for Dirga's lungs. Haha!

"Your armpits smell wry," said Dirga. Dirga turned to his men who were still giggling amusedly looking at the tormented Dirga, "why are you-ente on, laughing?" he asked by changing his expression that was pretentious. Automatically, they were silent.

"I deliberately gave belimbing wuluh was fitting to go to work," said Angga seadanya lazily.

"That is ... AH, STEADY!" continued Dirga who while running because Angga has also been chasing him.

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After the dhuhur prayer, Salsa stood on the terrace of the mosque because of the rain with a sudden fall. The weather nobody expected. The rain suddenly fell, making Salsa grateful. For rain is one of the graces of Allah.

Water is a symbol of life. Without water, there would be no life. Therefore, rain falling from the sky should be welcomed as blessing.

Same with rain. Allah SWT said in the Koran that the rain that falls to the earth as a mercy is required of all beings. "And it is He who sends down rain after they have despaired and spreads His mercy. And He is the Most Protective, the Most Praiseworthy." (QS Ash-Shuura: 28).

"Don't play rain, like a child," the baritone's voice reminded. Salsa looked at the owner of the voice. It turned out that Dirga with his ridiculousness.

Salsa just stared at him lazily. Either Salsa also does not know, lately he saw Dirga a little sensi.

"Salsa is big. So no need to remind," Salsa said with sewot.

Aye?

Dirga instead laughed because Salsa now had a change. However, Salsa changes too quickly so his wife who was calm yesterday is now using her muscles when talking.

"For PMS, huh? That's why sewot" said Dirga jahil.

Salsa looked at Dirga lazily again. Without saying anything, Salsa returned to focus on seeing the rain that was getting heavier. There, it's not just the two of them. However, many people are caught in the rain after performing dhuhur prayers.

"A good one in the bini cuekin, by yourself?" suddenly there was a baritone whispering in Dirga's ear. That tone sounded mocking.

Dirga turned his head and looked at the two eyes of Angga sharply. The one in such a sharp look even laughed. Angga's laughter united with the sound of rain rumbling so as to disguise the sound of Angga's laughter.

Dirga saw that Salsa was so agitated that the man questioned her.

"Why you?"

"Salsa forgot that there's an operation soon" Salsa said. The girl slightly hardened her voice because the sound of the rumbling rain had muffled the sound.

"In a moment, I get an umbrella," said Dirga then the guy turned to Angga, "Ngga, keep my bini," he said with a little insinuation Angga who was directly photographed by Angga.

Dirga took the umbrellas available in this large mosque. Umbrellas are usually available. The man got it and immediately returned to give Salsa an umbrella.

"It's her umbrella" said Dirga as she thrust her umbrella that made Salsa smile sweetly for Dirga. Do not ask how sweet the smile is because the smile of Salsa has become opium for Dirga.

Dirga took off his army jacket and then put it on Salsa's tiny body. Salsa was drowned in the army jacket. The woman even looks like a great SD child wearing his father's jacket.

"Let your clothes not get wet. Ntar was sick and I bothered, instead" he said with a laugh that made Salsa look even sharper at Dirga.

"Don't get mad. I really did say it. No kidding," he said again as he tidied up his jacket for Salsa.

The angga who saw that started to thump loudly. Dirga also understood that, but he even more berjahili Angga.

"You be careful, what I need to kiss here like-" Dirga pouted while dodging when Salsa had pinched with the hard of her waist.

"Mampus you!" tukas Angga slowly.

Without saying anything else, Salsa immediately broke through the rain with the jacket of the Dirga great army. When he had walked a little far from the mosque, Salsa smiled to herself because Dirga's treatment was so sweet. For a long time Salsa will be affected by diabetes if this continues the way. His mood is not clear. Previously sensitive to Dirga, now even smile because Dirga.

For Salsa, the Star is the reason for anger and laughter.

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Oh, shortness of breath. Guyss, I want to make my priest trailer my soldier. But it's a bad mood again.

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