Ramadhan Imamku (Accomplishing the Love of Allah)

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Whoever worships (tarawih) in the month of Ramadan while believing and sincere, then forgiven the sins of the past." (CHR. Violet, Muslim).

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The morning was still dark

At 04.00 WIB Ramadan and Reza have arrived at Soekarno-Hatta airport. The airport has an area of 18 km², and has 2 parallel runways separated by 2 taxiways along 2.4 km.

Without much story, the bodyguard and private driver that Abati (Dad) ordered were already waiting for them on the lips of the terminal 1 door.

"Yesterday Abati (Mother) said no, we want to discuss what to gather in Jakarta?" Ramadhan is curious.

"Either sister, Amati also has nothing to explain to Reza."

There is a sudden thing that makes Abati and Amati urgently ask He and Reza to have Fardu ain (mandatory) fly to Jakarta. What was the underlying importance until both parents gave such orders? I hope it's not a bad thing. Inner Ramadan.

After that little conversation ended, there was no more conversation inside that luxurious car.

The big gate like a palace has begun to look, the feel of all gold can be seen from a distance. Two gatekeepers were ready to open the magnificent gate, allowing the car to enter through the courtyard so wide and long to go to the main terrace of the house so magnificent.

From behind the window Ramadhan and Reza could already see Abati and Amati standing with some servants in front of the main door.

Their smiles were visible from the lips of the woman who became the main milestone of Heaven from these two handsome men.

Increasing age, but does not discourage the beauty of this one woman.

Euphoria is so visible from the radiance of the face of this one family.

"Abati Assalamualaikum, Observe." Ramadan and Reza spoke in unison after rushing out of the car.

Alternately Ramadhan and Reza kissed the back of Abati's hand and Amati alternately. Tears also appeared from the peaceful and auspicious face.

"Why did Amati cry?" Ask Ramadhan while hugging the Mother he so longs for. "It's in Indonesia, call Amati mom. This is the mother village, the village that I miss so much."

"Good, Mother. Ow hell! Why did you pinch me?" Ramadan protests that have just enjoyed a warm embrace.

"You're Ramadan always worrying about mom, sometimes it just goes away. Sometimes it also just appears unexpectedly, it looks like a jaelangkung only."

"Hehehe, forgive Ramadan ma'am. Sorry." Ramadhan prostrates, kissing the backs of both his Mother and Father's legs.

"Let's go in, I've cooked a lot. Your favorite cuisine Ramadan, later eat a lot yes. I'm with you."

"Keep it, keep your son. When Ramadhan comes, I always forget it." Ali's father sulked while landing his body on the chair, the dining table was full of various kinds of menus served.

"Don't Dad, how's Reza? Always at number three right by Mother if there is already brother Ramadan." Reza added.

"Nothing is different, all are the same."

Elak Fatima's.

"When did Mom and Dad get out of Dubai here?" Ask Reza wonder.

"3 days ago Reza, I decided to stay in Indonesia forever." The Light of Ali's Father.

"Oh-good then, Reza is also more comfortable in this country."

"Tomorrow has started fasting yes, it does not feel Ramadan this year we can gather in Jakarta. I'm so happy, Oh yes - where's your wife Reza? Didn't you come here too?"

Uhuk...Uhuk! "Astaghfirullah, slow down dear." The two boys suddenly choked at the same time.

"Auntie, please bring warm water for my two men here." Aunty smiled and ran over carrying two glasses of warm water for Ramadan and Reza.

"Mom and dad didn't say that you could get your wife on the phone yesterday." Refuse Reza after sipping a glass of warm water.

Geck! Spoon blows floated on Reza's head.

"Mother's son is so outrageous, you should be sensitive! I have a daughter-in-law but I haven't seen my own daughter-in-law yet."

"Yes, ma-sorry ma'am. Reza was confused and panicked yesterday, mother and father suddenly asked Reza and brother Ramadhan to come here soon."

"What does it really matter, ma'am? Until suddenly like this? Ramadan also has something important to talk about. Ramadan has actually been me"

"Followly, quickly finish your meal. We pray at dawn. Later in the day we discuss this again, all waiting for the Kinara family to come. There's something important we need to talk about. Quickly finish the meal, finish the Salat you can rest soon." The plate in front of Ali was clean, so Ali decided to brush his teeth and take ablution to prepare for congregational dawn prayers.

"What's wrong mom? Is that important? Waiting for the Kinara family?" The big question mark is in the mind of Ramadan.

But the mother was seen hiding something from her eldest son. "Mother also does not understand your father's wishes. Let's see later, now immediately prepare for our congregational dawn prayers." For a few seconds Ramadan and Reza looked at each other. But again Reza can only shrug his shoulders a sign of not understanding.

The Intent of Fajr Prayer to Become a Priest

أُصَلِّى فَرْضَ الصُّبْح رَكَعتَيْنِ مُسْتَقْبِلَ الْقِبْلَةِ أَدَاءً (مَأْمُوْمًا/إِمَامًا) لله تَعَالَى.

"Ushallii fardash-Shubhi rack’ataini mustaqbilal qiblati imaaman lillaahi ta’aalaa."

Meaning: I (intend) to do Fardhu Shubuh prayer as much as two raka’at facing the qibla, as a priest, because Allah Ta’ala.

The dawn prayer went so solemnly, Sera who had also appeared from behind her room to perform the dawn prayer together. Sera is the youngest of three children. Ramadan, Reza, Sera. Even the figure of Sera who is usually hilarious and crowded, at that time also did not say a word. Finish the prayer no more talk. Everyone went into their own rooms.

🧒Assalamualaikum dear, are you awake?

🧕Wa'alaikumsalam dear, I've had breakfast instead. It's an hour faster than in Jakarta.

🧒 Oh yes- im forget. Where do you want to go today? Azka said, I can go home today.

🧕 Yes, I came home today baby, later the plan is to go to the Galeria Mall for a while. I want to buy some novels, and eat at Yoshinoya for a while baby, same Yuta really. Can you please, baby?

🧒 May, but promise only briefly yes. You still have a lot of rest, don't forget Aisyah's phone. Maybe he wants something too. I love you Khansa😘

🧕 Thank you dear, I love you to...

There was no reply, for the horseless prince fell asleep from exhaustion.

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I don't think time is rolling so fast.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Ramadan, Mom's in."

Chequek!

The child that Fatima loves is already a big one.

*It feels like the time is rolling too fast, son, Ramadan-Mother's beloved son.

I hope you can be happy with the decision your father made.

As far as you go

Whatever adult you are

You're still Mom's little son.

A son who is always stronger than your brothers

May with you help Kinara the rewards of Heaven and happiness will always come for you.

You know best and know, son,

if your father has made a decision, he can't at least be rejected*.

Tears just collapsed, drop by drop. While Fatima was enjoying the moment so much, she gently stroked the face and hair of her eldest son. Observing the lines on the handsome face of his son, without feeling the teardrops fell on the cheeks of Ramadan.

"Mother..." The hoarse voice came out from the lips of Ramadhan who was still not fully gathering his consciousness.

"Mother crying? Why ma'am? Who made my mother cry?" The series of questions from Ramadan was answered only by a smile by Fatima.

"Mother just misses you so much, son, that's why I'm crying. Come wake up Mother's most handsome son, Kinara's parents are already downstairs. Dad said they should meet Ramadan."

"I miss my mom too." Ramadan hugged Fatima. "What's wrong, mom? What do you want to discuss? Why is it the same Ramadhan? Can't it be just Reza?" Ramadan seems to be negotiating with the mother.

"Find me first, son, count the friendship. Mom wait below ya. You take a shower first, the smell of a wry whiff" Ledek Fatima.

"Where is Ramadhan a wry smell, it may not be Ma'am, hehehehe."

"Yes already, mom wait under ya-10 minutes. Don't you take it long."

"Yes ma'am, 10 minutes of Ramadan taking a duck bath. Hehehe."

Very high curiosity makes Ramadhan rush to shower, wear clothes perfunctory but still polite. Then Ramadhan rushed down to meet his father and guests.

"Assynolt,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

"Well here comes Mr. Wijaya, our white equestrian prince has come." I look so happy to see the arrival of Ramadan.

"How are you doing for Ramadan? Business in Bali is good?" Sapa Pak Wijaya.

"Thank you good sir." Ramadhan shakes hands with father and mother Kinara.

"Loh, isn't her Kinara coming, sir?"

Pak Wijaya's face immediately looks gloomy when Ramadan asks Kinara.

"He's at my house, son, he's been locked up this week. Not going anywhere, not talking. Once Kinara spoke, all he asked was for Ramadan." Obviously, Mr. Wijaya.

As soon as Ramadan's forehead shrinks, why is that? What happened to Kinara? His childhood friend. The mind of Ramadan wonders.

"Then- "

"Well, here's the drink. Come, Mr. Wijaya, Mr. Wijaya, drink the tea first." Mom just cut the Ramadan talk.

The room that had begun to tense was interrupted by the arrival of several cups of tea at the table.

"So this is Ramadan,"

"Dad..." Sergey Fatima. "Why Ma'am?" Tanya Ali wondered.

"Akh-no, I forgot what to ask." Fatima drew closer, sitting next to Ramadan.

"Yes dad, just continue the conversation." Say Ramadhan whose hands are now held tightly by the mother.

According to Ramadhan the attitude of the mother is too excessive, but she is understood. Maybe my mom misses him so much.

"Look Ramadhan, misfortune has befallen our daughter Kinara. He was sexually abused by his college friends, even Kinara was kidnapped and held captive. The root of the problem was because Kinara rejected the man." Every now and then Pak Wijaya and Ibu Wijaya shrink the tears that have been dripping.

"Astaghfirullah, now has the culprit got a proper reply?" Ask Ramadan worried.

"Have son, already. You know who om is not it? The man got what he got. Come here for your help Ramadan."

Again the forehead of Ramadan is wrinkled, for some reason his mind is thinking strange things. But it's all tried to be tepis by Ramadan.

"Dad has agreed with Mr. Wijaya before, if we will marry you to Kinara son."

Jeder! Tub struck by lightning in broad daylight.

The mind that is trying Ramadan tepis, it turns out it is even true. This conversation leads to and ends in the word married.

"Youre the only one Ramadan, all this time Kinara refused the men who came to him, because Kinara loved you so much Ramadan. Loved you long ago, from when you were little. Kinara herself had once said that directly to mother." Ibu Wijaya tried to convince Ramadhan who looks shocked.

Mother Fatima's hand now holds so tightly the arms of Ramadan. Looking at his son's pale face.

It looks very difficult, but Ramadan is trying to talk. "Please apologize in advance Father, Mr. Wijaya, Bu Wijaya. But Ramadan had to deliver this, just like Reza. Ramadan is married. Ramadhan's wife is even the older sister of Reza's wife. Ramadan did not tell Father and Mother because at that time the wife of Ramadan did not love Ramadan. But over time, now the wife of Ramadhan has loved and loved Ramadan. So Ramadan's intention here is to say this.

For a few seconds, this large room was silent. But unexpectedly, Mr. Wijaya suddenly stood up and kicked the table.

Brak!

"I don't want to know Ali. I'll take your promise now! I saved our lives from the lips of death! Now it's time for you to help my only child from the lips of misery!"

"Calm down sir, let's talk about this. Shameful as his sisters Ramadan, they all became heard of this." Bu Wijaya glanced at the stairs, which turned out to have Reza and Sera standing there.

"Leave it! Let them know, if their father ever owed the same life as a Vijaya! Now a Vijaya is charging an Ali promise!"

Ramadhan who was furious because of the treatment of Mr. Wijaya to his father clenched his hands and wanted to stand. But he did not do it, because Mother Fatima's hand was still tightly gripping her arm.

"Patience, patience." Fatima's mother half whispered in Ramadan's ear.

"This is Mr. Wijaya, I do not intend to expel. But Wijaya better go home first. I will try to speak well with Ramadan, because I also do not know if Ramadan is married." Ali's father tried to calm Mr. Wijaya down.

"I keep your promise Ali! Call me right away if you've spoken to your son! Excuse me! Assalamualaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Pak Wijaya and Bu Wijaya's backs disappeared behind the door.

"Ramadan!"

Plaque!

"Dad!" Shouted Fatima ma'am.

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