Red Hooded Girl
Insyaf
PLAQUE...
A slap landed on the cheek of the Gods.
Mimin looked at his hot hand after slapping God's cheek. While Dewa rubbed his cheek which also felt hot because it was slapped Mimin.
The noisy behavior of the Gods cranking up the guitar while singing a song that calls the name Mimin has made Mimin's heart inflamed. Especially on Friday as it is today. It should be time for men to prepare to go to the mosque for Friday prayers. Until the beautiful girl in hijab was reckless to approach the God and hit him.
Inflammation in his heart exploded further as the God pulled his hand. Until it makes his body plunged into the body of God. Falling in the arms of the gods. Fruits touch, grip, gaze, close together.
The deity's behavior was so thrilling that he subconsciously slapped the man's cheek.
"Once again you are insolent .. I'm beating you up!!" hardik Mimin's.
"And one more. Don't you ever dare approach or touch my sister!" hardik Mimin once again.
Then Mimin passed leaving God with a feeling of annoyance that ruled his heart. Leaving a silent, fixated and innocent God.
The god swung slowly his steps towards the room. Then dropped his body on the bed. His hand reached the remote tv not far from him and pressed the power button. The Banten TV channel that appeared there, regretting the Islamic clips videos.
The god closed his eyes. His memories drifted into the past as he became a santri. How he so eagerly prayed in the mosque every time. Running around laughing cheerfully with his friends heading to the mosque. Call the mosque microphone because all students want to be muazin.
An old song titled Bimbo's Long Sajadah which was rearranged by Noah's band played shahdu from the television screen.
There's a long prayer rug stretched out
From the cradle ....
To the edge of the servant's grave
The grave of the servant when he died
There's a long prayer rug stretched out
Servant bowed and bowed
On top of this long bed
Just an interruption
Seeking sustenance in search of knowledge
Measuring the streets all day
The sound of azan
Return to fall slave
There's a long prayer rug stretched out
Servant submissive and rukuk
Slave prostrate and loose dry servant
Remembering You fully
(Long Table. Bimbos)
The clear details escaped from the corner of the God's eye down flowing down its temples. He got up and took a plastic package from the plastic cupboard. He opened the package. Contains cocoa clothes and sarongs that he had bought with Sol.
God slumped. I realized how ugly he was. How proud is he who never remembers Him. How proud he is that without burden has forgotten Him. Years of neglecting his duty as a servant.
The god stared at the wall clock in his room which showed it at 11:40. He rushed to take a shower and went to the mosque. Performing the first Friday prayer after a long abandonment.
*****
"So Abah will bring the paint. You paint the bathroom, wudu place. That looks dirty painted again. You will ask Abah for his wages. Know, Rip?" Pak Haji Zaenudin is giving instructions to Sarip marbot of Al Mukmin mosque in Cibening village.
"Misty Pak Haji. Ready-to-do!" sahut Sarip's.
"Yes, you've come home afraid of lunch. Here's why buy food." Pak Haji Zaenudin gave a piece of money twenty thousand to Sarip.
"Thank you Mr. Haji" said Sarip.
After Friday prayers, Haji Zaenudin who is the chairman of DKM and the chairman of RW Cibening village checked the condition of the toilet and the place of Al Mukmin mosque wudu. After he finished checking and giving some instructions to Sarip the mosque's marbot, he walked along the mosque corridor while looking at the condition of the mosque building.
Sayup-sayup heard the sweet voice of someone who was teaching. He who is curious peeked from the window of the mosque to find out who is teaching when other pilgrims have returned home.
He smiled when he saw a young boy with long hair sebahu, wearing white clothes and sarong also peci sitting cross-legged in one corner of the mosque was teaching. Reading Surah Al Kahfi with makhraj near perfect and melodious tilawah. That young man is a god.
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Saturday morning.
Mimin was ironing some work shirt stels when his phone fluttered on the dresser. He got up and took his cell phone. D
081298765xxx calling.
There's a call from a number that's not in her contact list. He frowned when he realized the profile photo of the caller. Deca.
Mimin resumed his ironing activities, not intending to answer a phone call from Deka.
Where does Mr. Deka know my phone number. It must be Devi who gave my number to Mr. Deka. His inner.
He was relieved when the phone call stopped. And again frowned when his phone fluttered back and so on. Making himself unwilling to take a phone call from Deka, worried that there was something important that he would talk about.
"Assalamualaik."
"Jasmine...."
"Yes sir."
"While ironing, sir."
"Well, I'm bothering you dong ya."
"It's okay. What's the matter, sir?"
"Jasmin next to your house is a contract. Is there anything empty?"
"Emmm... It seems like yesterday one moved. If I'm not mistaken, there's an empty one. Why is that, sir?"
"good. I want to move there."
"Well... Why Sir??"
"The distance from the office to where I live is now quite far away. I think if I lived there closer to the office, it would be more efficient."
"Yes, sir."
"So when can I move there?"
"But sorry sir, the contract here is small and there is no garage. What about your car?"
"Emmm... Your home page is wide. Can I park my car there? It can also be calculated the cost of parking."
"I have to say my Abah first, sir."
"Is that your father's contract?"
"Yes sir."
"Then I want to see your father."
"I'm sorry if it doesn't seem like it now. Abah is leaving soon. Maybe tonight, Abah's home."
"OKs. I'll be there tonight to see your father."
"Yes, sir."
"good. I want to live there immediately."
"Yes, sir."
"Later tonight...sunday night, right, Min?"
"Yes, sir."
"All our weekly dong nights."
"Emmm...."
"Already Jasmin. Don't think about it. I'll see you tonight. Please continue your work. Thank you Jasmin."
"Together, Sir"
Mimin continued ironing the remaining one outfit again. After finishing, he cleaned up the neat clothes and put them in the closet.
Geck... Geck... Geck...
"Tea..." Abah's voice called to him.
Mimin opened the door to his room. "Yes, Bah."
"How many Qur'an does it have?" ask Haji Zaenudin.
"There's three. Why Bah?"
"So I can ask for one."
"By atuh. Right here... Abah just come in. Which one does it." Mimin guided his father to the bookshelf in his room.
"If there are two Mushaf Qur'an, the other one is Quran translation" Mimin explained.
"Then the Mushaf of the Quran. This one, which is still good. Can you?" ask Haji Zaenudin.
"By oruh, Bah," Mimin replied with a smile.
"Of course, the Quran has Abah that has been torn, right?"
"No, the Quran has Abah is still good. Just bought a new one a week."
"Oh..."
"Instead would like to give Mushaf this Quran to someone," said Haji Zaenudin.
"Yes. Who's Bah for??"
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