Red Hooded Girl

S2. The Prayer of Sol

"What's? you want to resign?" haji Hamid was surprised. After following Deka to his office earlier, Dewa went to the workshop where he worked.

Gods nodded. He felt bad for Haji Hamid. Today was the fifth day he did not work, but his leave was only three days. It means he has missed two days because of the complexity of the problem. Later that afternoon, he plans to go home with Deka.

"I'm sorry Mr. Haji, because I have no trust" the Lord said.

"Oh. So you resigned because of it" said Haji Hamid.

The god returned. "Yes, Mr. Haji. I'm not good with Haji."

Haji Hamid smiled. "If that's why you ask to resign, I won't allow it. If you still have business, I don't care. Please finish your business until it is completely finished" said Haji Hamid.

"But...."

"It's okay, Wa. Don't feel bad. I need you. I want you to keep working here.

Except ... if you resign because you get a better job for example. Or you want to develop yourself, make your own business for example. I will definitely allow you to resign even with a heavy heart because I really need you.

I will be proud and support you. I want you to one day grow up. You have your own workshop for example."

"Amin O Allah" said the Lord.

"That's my hope. Moreover, you are now his son Haji Zaenudin."

The god smiled in response to Haji Hamid's words.

"Loh really is a kid, right? Son-in-law is the same as the son."

Gods nodded. "Yes, Mr. Haji."

"I also consider you my son" Haji Hamid said.

Mida who had just arrived in the room where Haji Hamid was talking with the God smiled, heard the last sentence spoken by the father. "Taking God like his son." It's very good. How thought.

"Assalamualaikum" Mida said as she entered the room.

"Waalaikum salam." The god and Haji Hamid answered his greetings.

Mida took a sitting position next to her father on the three-seat sofa. While the Gods sat on the two-seat sofa.

"Where are you going Wa? How long have you been at work?" ask Mida.

"God is on leave. He's got important business. Later if the business is settled, then the gods start work again" explained Haji Hamid. He answered his daughter's question.

"oya Wa's. Said your wife went to the hospital?" haji Hamid asked the Gods.

"Huh? Wife?" sahut Mida who jumped was shocked to hear his father's question. The god, who had opened his mouth to answer Haji Hamid's question, clenched his lips again because of Mida's words.

"Yes. God is married" Haji Hamid told his daughter.

"Huh? Married married?"

"Yes, Mida. God is married." Still Haji Hamid who answered Mida's question. While the god was just silent, his hand did not stop playing the key of the motor he was holding. To unravel the discomfort of Mida's gaze that seemed to skin her.

"Married?? Same who??"

"Haji Zaenudin's son."

"What is Haji Zaenudin? Opi means?"

"Well, what about Opi? Opi is still in school. God is married to Mimin."

"God is married to Mimin?!?!" lirih Mida's. After that he felt the rotation of the earth stop instantly. Along with the rumble of his spirit that died instantly. The spirit to have a God has now run aground.

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After visiting the workshop, Dewa went to the market where the hijab and veil shop owned by Sol was located. He should be grateful to his soulmate. Maybe if asked "Name a friend who contributed the same life you?" The gods did not hesitate to mention the names Sol and Jejed as the answer.

Sol who had prayed for him met the angel when his heart was broken was not left. Until he actually met a red hooded girl who was as beautiful as an angel. In an instant, only one blink of an eye was able to clear up the fragments of his heart that had been shattered scattered due to the betrayal of his ex and his brother.

And last night Sol prayed for him. Miraculously his prayers were answered again. Either by chance or because Sol was one of the human classes who was granted his prayers like the word of the Prophet "There are three men whose prayers God will not reject: the prayer of the one who fasts until he breaks, the prayer of the just leader, and the persecuted." (CHR. Turmudzi.

"I'm right, your brother is in this city," said Sol enthusiastically listen to Dewa tell about his meeting with Deka. .

"Ho oh's. I can't believe he's here" said God. She sits on a plastic chair beside Sol and looks at a row of head-shaped mannequins worn by various types of hijab models that line up neatly in this store.

"How are your plans?"

"I'll be back in the afternoon to Jakarta."

"Same brother lo?"

"Ho oh."

"Did he want to take you home?" ask the less sure Sol.

"You don't want to have to" said the God energetically.

Sol pulls lips curling smile. He remembered the words of God last night about his mighty prayer. He knew it must have been because of a coincidence. And now he thinks that coincidence happened to him. He wants to pray for himself and hopefully create that "coincidence. I hope that God will again grant his prayers.

The thing he wants the most right now is of course about a soul mate. The god of his best friend has got a soul mate, my time is not. How thought.

He felt not very ugly. In fact, he felt himself sweet and handsome. His narrow eyes and chubby cheeks are reminiscent of the vocalist who was once very fond of women, Bams Samson. Her hairstyle and style is similar to Charlie ST 12. Although he did not idolize the figure of the two vocalists. But he felt very happy to be likened to the two famous vocalists. The combination of dark-skinned Bams Samson and Charlie ST 12. Beuh, that's cool. A great collaboration. So narcissistic Sol in his heart.

Sol still carved her smile. The god who saw Sol smile himself was intrigued to ask. "Why are you smiling to yourself? Loin' sane?"

Sol doesn't heed God's questions. Then his lips muttered as if reciting something without making a sound. And his hands were raised in front of his chest. Sol was praying for himself. After that, he wiped his face with both hands.

"Amin!" sol prayed in his heart. Only his heart knows what his prayer sentence is.

"Where is Amin?" sahut Dewa pretended to bego.

"I mean... Lo amenin my prayer," murmured Sol.

"Yee. Your prayers are in your heart. I don't know what prayers are anymore. If you pray bad prayers for me, my time also amenin."

"Lo's camper! How could I possibly be such an ugly prayer for you."

"Hehehe... Canda Sol." God pinched Sol's chubby cheeks. "Oh Allah, may this friend of mine soon find a mate. Oh Allah please help her female soul mate...."

"Woy kampret lo. Yes, it is the female soul mate of the time, not the female!" sulcan Sol sangar's. "I'm a fuckin' guy," he continued, hitting the spoiled God's arm with both hands clenched, stylized like a woody man. Contrast with the sangar style at the beginning.

"Data...." The god grimaced at Sol's style. "I have not finished his prayer. Dengerin... Oh Allah, his female soul mate. A gentle woman who relaxes the heart. Give the righteous to Soleh Allah."

"Amen. But. It must be beautiful also Wa."

"Emang there are women who are not beautiful in your eyes. Electric pole with lipstick you must say beautiful."

"Haha...." Both giggle.

"The soul mate is interesting, Sol. If only I knew that Mina was my soul mate. I think I chose to neighbor Mina since orok even since in the womb. Let me never go out with the others. Waste of time and energy" said the god.

"Yes yes Wa. Maybe my soul mate is still a boyfriend like him. Make my soul mate who is still courted by others, the spirit yes if again fight with him."

"Mahaha...."

"Eiya Wa's. How's Mina doing?"

Upon hearing Mina's name he immediately got up from his seat. "Gue went to the hospital first Sol. Want to nemenin Mina," he said and left in a hurry

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