PREMARITAL

The Magic of Prayer

Late in the afternoon, after being satisfied to go around and enjoy the batagor and somay Kingsley they immediately returned to the hotel.

Along the way, they did not run out of topics to talk about. Starting from hobbies, bad habits, ideals and other small chats.

Speaking of ideals, there is one thing that Sakha thinks is his stupidest behavior.

"Akha accept what kind of photos?" ask Shara.

"Free, wedding photos, pre-wedding, studio photos also exist. Oh yes, Akha also once photographed in a wedding ceremony temen." Sakha.

"Asik dong yah, the client's own temen." Shara chiming.

"Yes, so not stiff. But Akha likes it on ledekin," said Sakha.

"What about ledekin?" shara asked curiously.

"Gini said. Kha, elo kok motoin mulu, when is the turn of the elo in the photo?" Sakha spoke while mimicking the ledge of her friend first.

Shara laughed, Sakha looks funny as she tries to imitate her friend's words, "what does Akha keep answering?" ask Shara.

"As for the rich, Akha loses." Sakha replied with a lazy tone.

"Obviously lost, people are now getting married, Akha is running away" Shara said innocently.

"Well, that's it, eat it. If Ara is in the position of Akha how?" ask Sakha.

Shara raised her eyes as if she was thinking about Sakha's question, before long she replied, "Ara hayu-in-aja," she replied with a chuckle.

"Just answer hayu?" ask Sakha again.

"Yes, God willing." Shara nodded for sure.

"Well, Ra!" sakha said originally, but her face looked serious.

Shara tehentak, it was clear that her face turned pale. But he quickly controlled himself.

"Ahahaha, bekanda mulu nih Akha," Shara said.

Sakha was silent, nor did she know why the question had just popped out of her mouth.

"Say Ara will answer hayu," added Sakha.

Shara fell silent again, she was digesting Sakha's words. Her brain was too noisy wondering if Sakha was joking or not.

Seeing the agitated-looking Shara, Sakha quickly put an end to her awkward situation.

"Seriously very, Non." Sakha laughed, even though she had to.

"Ish, sucks." Shara grumbled when she saw Sakha's behavior.

"Don't be so serious, get old soon!" sakha Goda.

Shara forced her smile in front of Sakha, immediately her annoyance was lost because of the actions of the man who could always easily stir up her feelings.

***

Now they have reached the doorway of their respective rooms, after saying goodbye to each other they immediately enter the room.

Sakha instantly dropped her body onto the mattress, relaxing her tensed joints. Sometimes he also takes his breath.

"Hopefully every day I can always be with Ara" he said.

Sakha immediately rushed to the bathroom, and intended to clean up because it would soon enter Maghrib time and Sakha wanted to be able to pray together in the mosque.

***

"It is permissible for women to go out to pray in the mosque, but the prayer at home is more important for him, he said, because his prayers in his house are cover it up (hidden from view) and safe for him from falling into slander, either the slander is caused by him or the slander that threatens him, as the word of Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam :”

«لا تمنعوا إماء الله مساجد الله وبيوتهن خير لهن»

“Do not forbid women (from) servants of Allah to go to the mosques of Allah, but their houses are better for them”.

Finished cleaning up, Shara chose to read the Qur'an while waiting for the azan maghrib to reverberate. His activities came to a halt when someone knocked on the door of his hotel room.

"Assynolt, Ara..."

Shara immediately ends her activities, and intends to open the door.

"Yes, Wa'allaikumussalam. Why?" shara asked when she saw someone who looked handsome also neatly wrapped in a cocoa shirt attached to the man's body. The fragrance of non-alcoholic perfumes also instantly seeps into his sense of smell.

"There's nothing, Akha just wants to go to the mosque" Sakha replied, chuckling.

"Ckk, then why should you leave everything" Shara said.

"Umm, let Ara calm down if she already knows where Akha is going" he replied innocently.

Shara glimpsed at Sakha who was always speaking a sincere-sounding word.

"Yes, go to the mosque" Shara pinta.

"Well," answered Sakha, but she still did not move from her place.

"Well, why are you still here?" ask Shara.

"Who knew Ara would kiss Akha's hand" Sakha replied chuckling.

Shara stared intently as she was filled with Sakha's words, but she immediately brushed him off.

"Hey! Not mahram!" reject Shara in a slightly annoyed tone.

"No, Ra. Just wait, in a minute. Assalamallaikum." Sakha replied as it passed because she saw Shara's expression that was getting annoyed at her. There is a sense of pleasure when you can judge Shara like that.

Shara snorted at the behavior of her boyfriend, but again she smiled at him.

***

After the Maghrib prayer, Sakha did not immediately move he waited until entering the time of Isya. During the wait, he spent the zikr calling the asthma of God.

Crossing his mind Shara's figure, that shady face always disturbed his mind.

"Astagfirulloh, O Allah, lose his image in my mind when I remember You." Sakha sighed slowly.

"Oh God am I wrong if I want Shara right now? I hope this feeling is a gift from You, show me what is good for me. I want it, give it your pleasure, O God." Sakha prayed fervently.

***

In a different place, but with the same thing. Shara was raising her hands, and she prayed her prayers.

"O Allah, the owner of the heart. Drop my heart on someone who has really dropped his heart on you. I do not want to go before Your destiny, make my heart accept all that You have bestowed on me. Always give thanks until I forget how to complain. Oh God, is it wrong if now I want a man who clearly has the woman of his dreams? The man I just met the way you brought us together? The man I always remember after you and my parents? Please give me your guidance. Aamiin Aamiin Aamiin."

Shara curled her body over the spread container, feeling the shock of her heart. Trying to calm himself down by continuing to take part.

Every prayer is essentially a mechanism or we can call it a gift provided by God to all his servants to change His destiny. Logically, if a destiny is the price of death that cannot be changed, then prayer is not necessary. And God Himself, again in any religion, commanded his servant to pray.

Prayers that can change destiny can be granted, because of the prayers we say or the prayers and Aamiin of others. And we will never be able to ascertain who the other person is who can make our prayers answered. Never underestimate everyone who participates in our prayers.