
The morning air is refreshing. The shaman has not yet appeared. Yang Pou Han came out of his room to just look for some fresh air, he couldn't sleep well last night. His mind was still fixed on one person, Nindy.
This was the second day Yang Pou Han was at Sean Paderson's residence. Sean said the address of Nindy's orphanage was different from his province. It took me hours to find that location. Yeah, he's got to be patient to find Nindy.
He inhaled the morning air greedily, as if the air supply in his lungs was starting to thin. Faintly heard the sound of azan reverberating which made the man's forehead frown in wonder. After a while, Sean appeared by holding Kinan who still looked clenched by wearing a sarong cloth and white cocoa clothes.
Behind him was Salwa wearing a mukena in matching colors. The woman's face looked wet, but it looked shady and pleasant in view.
Sean cleared his throat, startling Yang Pou Han who was still loyal to look at the wife's face. "I can take off your eyes if I keep watching my wife."
Yang Pou Han turned his head towards Sean who was looking at him in annoyance. He just chuckles in response.
"Where are you going?" ask Yang Pou Han then.
"We're going to the mosque. You better come! Aren't you in need of help to be reunited with your wife?"
"Anybody there can help me? Can't you find Nindy yourself, so I need someone else's help?"
"Maybe I can help you find your wife, but I can't help you, if she won't come back to you."
Yang Pou Han was silent. Yes, Nindy was too disappointed with him. Especially because of the accident, Yang Pou Han had foiled a promise to pick up the woman at the airport. Surely Nindy will reject him outright even though he has been found.
"If I come, is there someone who can help me with my problems?"
A knotty smile rose on Sean's lips, his right hand embracing Salwa's shoulder. "You shall meet the One who turns the heart of man upside down. You can ask for his help."
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Men flocked to seek God's mercy, when trouble was coming. There are times when they forget, even pretend to forget the call of God that often reverberates. Take it lightly by being indifferent, busying yourself. But when sick souls need help, God becomes medicine.
Yang Pou Han seemed confused when Sean asked him to take water wudu. He had never done that, but he had seen Nindy do it.
"Do it like this!" Sean taught the man patiently. Yes, he can be patient as well.
Every sweep of water that soaked the parts of his body, felt soothing to the soul. There is a sense of peace that suddenly appears in the heart, infiltrating and then enveloping, until the anxiety that has been making him unsettled for a few days, now turns into peace.
He stepped up, following where Sean had gone. Until his feet entered the house of God for the first time, his heart rippled. His gaze was fixed on the many humans who were doing sunnah prayers with solemnity and stirrup.
Man's surrender to his Lord, feeling inferior and dwarfed before the Creator. I don't know why this scene in front of him was tickling the soul. Yang Pou Han suddenly shed tears, which he had unknowingly flowed down his cheeks.
Until the voice of a mu'azzin is heard mocking the iqomah makes the man's heart like being hit by thousands of bullets.
He retreated backwards, but Sean immediately held him back. "Come, take your line!"
The children of man are the granaries of sin. The holiness that occurs continuously endlessly makes them forget an eye of the heart that always accompanies their steps. The more they ignore the hypocrisy, the less the heart's eye will have an effect on them.
When the eyes of the heart are open, it invites us to stay on the straight forward path. We are the ones who will make a mistake.
Do we ever feel anxious when we make a mistake? Ambition and emotion do not go hand in hand with conscience. It is a form of God's love in reminding people to stay in His way. Although humans ignore, but God always accompanies their steps.
The man's heart trembled, as the chant of God sounded melodious in the ear. A foreign feeling that forcibly thrusts into its heart creates an inner struggle between the heart and the mind. He had never felt such a loss. Her tears were shed, without being told to.
What is this taste?
Is this what you call knowing God?
He was far from God since childhood. His parents were not religious, nor were their education far from divine.
The man was still sitting together, when the Fajr prayer was finished. He raised both palms, prayed to the Almighty, poured out all the contents of the heart that felt tormenting the soul.
He wants Nindy back. Return with his heart once. He wanted to make her happy, to shake her off the cynicism and antipathy of all who looked at her. Because Nindy doesn't deserve that kind of scorn. He deserves to be loved and respected, not scolded and cursed.
Yeah, he'll pick up Nindy himself. He's gonna start today. His mind began to clear. He'll meet Nindy, catch up with the soulmate and bring her back to his castle.
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