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The woman Zulaikha saw was Edward's mother. Zulaikha almost thought nothing of the man. Zulaikha continued his steps towards the canteen. There, Edward arrived first. The man was enjoying a piece of sadwich voraciously. Zulaikha then turned the direction, he walked the other direction so as not to cross with Edward. When Zulaikha sat down and was about to eat his food unexpectedly Edward was now approaching him. Zulaikha felt bad, he shifted his seat to make the distance as far as possible with Edward.
“Hello against Mrs. Zulaikha.” Edward sat in the front seat of Zulaikha.
“doctor have any interest in meeting me at mealtimes like this?” zulaikha said with a bit of worry
“Oh, nothing. I'm just curious about the same worship that you were doing. That's called Salah, right?” edward asked curiously.
“Ah, yes. earlier I was praying Dzuhur.”
“Why did you do it?”
“Because prayer is mandatory for every Muslim without exception. If you have reached the age of puberty and reason then a Muslim has been charged with the obligation to perform prayers.”
“If not carry it out?”
“Then they will be punished in the form of sin and punishment later in the realm of barzah and the Hereafter. Prayer is also the difference between a Muslim and a non-Muslim. In religion, prayer is religion.”
“Okay, it all sounds like you're a loyal follower of Islam, so you believe in it so much. Apart from what you said earlier, what makes you so sure you have to pray and you lose if you do not do it. I mean, in the near term, if I do not pray today then what punishment do I get today for leaving prayer?”
“Dok, that prayer, other than duty is proof that we really need God in every second of our lives. In prayer, we ask for all hope, pouring out all things, both in the light of direction, the abundance of grace, and tranquility. Prayer is in fact the best means to educate the soul and renew the spirit and at the same time as the purification of morality.”
“Shalat is a self-control reinforcement rope, as a solace, safety from fear and anxiety, also strengthens weaknesses and weapons for those who feel isolated. By praying we can ask for help in the trials of the times, the pressure of others, and be able to bring help from God. Because it is not God who needs our Salat but we are the ones who need it. Because with prayer we can always ‘back’ close to Allah.”
“From now on you continue to speak of Allah's help, Allah's forgiveness. Are you really believe it?”
“Astagfirullah, doc, the almighty God no longer exists equal to Him, truly exists. Why can doctors think that?”
“Prove. Prove to me that God exists!”
“Try taking a breath and exhaling it.” Zulaikha's Order.
Edward followed Zulaikha's orders.
“Already.”
“What does the doctor taste?”
“Ya breathable as in general.”
“Doctors note, every time you take a breath there is oxygen transported to the lungs and circulated throughout the body through each blood vessel, and there's carbon dioxide that's taken out through the exhale and some other excretory system. Everything went perfectly and correctly. Could it have happened by chance? I think the doctor knows better. The doctor is a doctor, the doctor knows how complex and orderly our bodies are in each breath. How complex and complicated the world is. How the universe and planets are in order, in their respective circular lines, never deviated in the slightest. Change day and night. Was it all by chance? Does this complicated universe exist from mere coincidence?”
“Bakhan a piece of the sandwich is now in the hands of the doctor because someone has made it and served it until it reaches the hands of the doctor. Moreover, this universe is complicated and perfect according to his calculations. If the doctor considers that there is no God, then who has power over the soul of every human being? The doctor? Then why didn't the doctor prevent it when the spirit was pulled out of the body? The doctor and the machines were close to him. Of course, because there is a God who controls it. Allah holds the life of every creature. Can doctors still deny the evidence of God's power that is clearly in sight even so close to the doctor himself.”
Edward bowed, reflecting on Zulaicha's words. Suddenly Edward shed tears. Zulaikha was shocked when he saw her.
“Dok, doctor is okay?” ask Zulaikha.
“Teach me about Islam.” Said Edward steadily.
Zulaikha was stunned to hear it.
“I want to know Islam more deeply. All this time, I had been so far from Him that I felt alien to my own religion. Please reintroduce, and teach me again about Islam, Zulaikha.”
“Dok,.” Zulaikha is now glazed. He couldn't believe what he had just seen.
Zyan Edward Malik is a Muslim. Perhaps the life of the world he had been living had taken him too far from his religion. But now, from a village girl named Zulaikha Ayudia hidayah is back. Edwad got his guidance through the deeds and words that Zulaikha did.
After the canteen, Edward drove Zulaikha back to the Mbok's room. On the way Edward continued his conversation with Zulaikha. Edward was so enthusiastic every time he heard the explanation from Zulaikha.
“So so, all right. There are a lot of things I have to learn as a Muslim. Lucky I could meet you Zulaikha.” Said Edward.
“No, it is God who has arranged everything. Thanks to God, everything can happen. By the way, who was the woman the doctor had met. Ah, sorry, I suddenly so discuss the no-no.”
“Ah, the. It'sit's okay. She was my mother. Wh why? Not similar huh? everybody says that. Even my ex-boyfriend thinks he's my mistress, funny right? My mother is from Indonesia, and my father is from England. My mother used to have an inn business in Bali so they could meet. My mother was a Muslim and my father converted when he married my mother. Their marriage lasted only until I was born, my father returned to his country and my mother settled in Jakarta. Since High School I followed my father and returned home to Indonesia after my studies finished.” Edward obviously.
“Oh so it is. Just deserve. Ah, it's arrived. Thank you, doc. My permission to enter, Assalamualaikum.” Zulaikha then went into Mbok's room.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Edward answered with a stammer.
Edward then left. In the room, Mbok was already awake. Zulaikha immediately approached Mbok.
“Wes from where to Zul?” ask Mbok.
“Lapse of lunch in the canteen Mbok.” Answer Zulaikha.
“Oalah, from where. How the Mbok see your face like you've met a girlfriend. Smile continues. Really out of the canteen?” ledek Mbok's.
“Terms to Mbok. Uh, the Mbok has eaten? Want Zulaikha bribe?”
“Rausah, the Mbok is still full. Koe just take a break now. Mbok is so not good. From yesterday Zulaikha wes help Mbok. Mbok many ngerepotin Zulaikha.” Said the Mbok.
“Don't talk like that to Mbok. Mbok has considered Zulaikha as Zulaikha's own mother. So ra need to singkan.”
“Indeed you're a good tenan Zul, too bad, Syamir even chose that woman. Though you're much better than that woman Zul.”
“Don't talk like that Mbok, besides a mate is in the hands of God, we can't manage it as we like.” Zulaikha.
“Mbok hope koe can dapet mate much better than Syamir. Mbok will continue to pray koe, Mbok already dear tenan karo koe to Zul, Zul. Good boy is beautiful. Cah ayu pride of village.” The Mbok now rubbed Zulaikha's cheeks with gentleness. Her tears were now flowing down her cheeks.
“It's to Mbok, don't cry. Mbok should be happy, let Mbok recover quickly.” Zulaikha now rubbed the tears that spilled on Mbok's cheek gently.
