Mystery of Love

Purposefully

That afternoon after washing and cleaning at my mother's house I went to the house. That is how I do it when I am on vacation at home. I had to split the time for mom and mom because if I keep at home mommy, mak Jah will pick me up and it will only make me embarrassed because along the way Mak Jah will greet everyone who will even make people ask a lot of things about me. I felt as if I was being exhibited.

"When do Iu muly?"

"Putune Mbah Jah added muanis e"

" Ayune prawane defender Tin"

Such is their comment that makes me more embarrassed and lazy if I have to meet the neighbors because I'm not a gay person.

So in order to avoid that, after finishing my duties at mother's house, I would rush towards the house of Mbah by the back road, passing through the rice fields. Actually I was afraid to go through it because in the past the path in the rice field was very quiet unlike today. Now there are many houses facing the rice fields, the once green rice fields are now in the plots and some of them have been used as housing.

The road is now wider and has also been paved. Even at night it is no stranger to people and then walk and drive there because there are street lights.

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I sleep on my stomach while reading in the living room while Mak Jah sits casually on the terrace. I read the book I brought from the cottage, the book about tawhid.

Alloh it has the nature of jaiz or wenang which means, Alloh have the right to everything that happens to humans. Whether Allah will forgive him or punish him, that is the right of Allah.

Then there is the question in the book, Then why do we bother to practice obedience if the end of our lives has been determined, whether we will end khusnul khotimah or su'ul khotimah.

The answer is because man was created by God to worship Him. As human beings we are obliged to worship God, whether our worship is accepted or not is a secret and business of God. We must also be prejudiced to Allah hoping that in the end we are among those he loves.

I just read it and I don't understand the meaning, I don't know. My mind has not yet arrived.

Mak Jah who was sitting around in the air suddenly spoke. I spontaneously looked through the window, thinking I was being spoken to. I saw three young men walking from the north. At first glance I saw that among them there were flies on his face and long hair.

"When by the teapot?" ask mak Jah.

" The deck of the mbah!?"

They also greet Mak Jah and come sit on the terrace.

" A mujeng a mbah?" ask one of the boys.

" alhamdulillah. Sampeyan prei an ta?" ask Mak Jah again.

" Nggeh mbah"

I did see the tv but did not fully enjoy it because I listened to Mak Jah's conversation with the boys earlier. My heart is still afraid that Mak Jah will call me to the terrace to talk to the Imam. But thankfully mak jah was busy talking to them.

I went inside without turning off the tivi first. I crawled slowly so that they would not see me because the position of the long chair on the terrace was in front of the window. So if they turned their heads and looked down they would definitely be able to see me sitting on the floor.

I fell asleep in the room with the bed. I usually sleep downstairs while my sister sleeps upstairs. Mak Jah then went in and told me that the Imam had deliberately come home because he knew I was on vacation and went home.

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