Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 45. A Man Who Runs to God

A Man Who Runs to God

(The man who draws near to the Lord)

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Jakarta

Tama

His eyes looked at the rows of flowers of my mama's collection. But his mind was filled with the shadow of Pocut's face.

A woman who attracts attention. Coloring his dark period of adversity, after the failure phase with Kinan. And managed to awaken the soul of the hunter that flowed profusely in his veins. Strong desires to conquer.

But the attitude of Pocut that is not easily glare, not easily tempted, and never affected by the sparkling world he holds. Makes it feel a little difficult to decide on the next step strategy.

Right said mama. The heart can only be reached with the heart. Plus the fact that Pocut has absolutely no interest in everything he holds. Worldly predicates that have been the main magnet of many women, but that is not the case for Pocut.

He yawns while stretching both hands up tiredly. Sleep may be the best option. Natural ways to refresh the dizzy head when it encounters a dead end. Because until this moment, he really did not know where to start, when, and in what way to reach Pocut's heart.

He immediately scratched the last cigarette. Then move into the house. Walk quickly down the middle room towards the stairs. But his steps suddenly came to a halt in front of the library room door.

"The heart can only be achieved with the heart."

Mama's words went back around in circles in her head.

"If you were ready for all that might happen. Immediately ask for help .. to those who hold and control the heart of every human being."

In an instant it managed to blow away the drowsiness. Shifting the veil that had been enveloping the logic of his thinking. About what to do from the first time. It is asking for help to the gripper of the heart of every human being.

Because Pocut is a unique person, other than others. Much different than any number of women he has ever known, even including Kinan. Of course, he should try more seriously. Because relying on self-worth is no longer possible.

Finally without thinking, his steps turned into the library room. Walk quickly towards the ceiling-high bookshelf of the deceased papa. Give up his light eyes to find the desired title. Researching one by one a row of existing books.

A few minutes later, he found the two most needed. Namely,

Complete Salat Guide Book.

The Istikharah Salat Guidebook.

While walking towards the mosque next to the house, he tried to remember, when was the last time to say a prayer with all his heart? Submitting oneself completely to the decree of the Almighty. Feeling small is powerless and effortless except through the help of God.

But until his steps stopped right in front of the ablution place, his memory had not yet managed to find an answer.

"Huft ...." He took a deep breath while shaking his head.

Is this as loud as this? Even offering a wish for self-kindness is rarely done. Very worrying.

After holing, he had time to look at the Kaaba-shaped clock attached to one side of the mosque wall. Right at midnight.

Then sit on the carpet. Start reading the contents of the istikharah prayer guidebook.

By relying on a clogged brain and a dizzy head, he tried to memorize a long prayer at the end of the prayer. So that you do not have to read a book when you will make a real request.

And his fragile heart was immediately touched. When I found out how deep the meaning of prayer to be said.

O Allah, if this is good for him, his religion, his life. For now or for the future. Please set and ease.

But if this is bad for him, his religion, his life. For now or for the future. Please avoid him.®

He felt relieved not to play. When finally managed to recite the prayer strands with reverence. But it must be worn away by a touch on the shoulder.

"Tam! Yep!"

His eyes were suddenly narrowed because in a short time he had to be exposed to a fairly blinding light.

"Wake up! Suhur time!"

He had to blink a few times in order to see clearly, a figure patting his shoulder trying to wake him up.

"Why sleep here?"

She finally saw my mother's face clearly. Who was looking at him with a full gaze.

He also tried to get up and sit down. Just when mom managed to find two books, which she took from the library last night.

It evaporates to neutralize awkwardness. Prepare a number of answers if you ask.

My mom is not interested in talking about books. Mama just smiled as she patted her shoulder slowly. Then I left the mushola.

"Why sleep in mushola?" Investigate Anja who was already sitting at the dining table with a frowning forehead.

He just grinned as he pinched Anja's nose, "You know!"

"Ouch!" Anja grumbled while rubbing the nose that had just been pinched.

Then he pulled out a chair and sat down next to Anja. While Sada who had been sitting right opposite him, smirked back.

"Any huh, Ja?" Seloroh Sada opens the confrontation. "Too khusyu salat tahajudnya nih. To sleep in mushola."

Anja nodded in agreement, but a second later looked at her fully in search. "Since when did Mas Tama diligently pray tahajud? I think I missed something."

"Nhd!" He only laughed in response to Anja's suspicions. "The dragons are supreme." Yeah."

Anja grinning the horse.

"Since then doooong ...." Sada answered. Complete with a witty laugh. "That day .. this heart belongs to him ...."

But Sada's annoying behavior immediately stopped. Because Dara was swatting her husband on the shoulder with a warning look, "Mas ...."

"Sindir teros!" He pretended not to care.

Make Sada immediately opened with full satisfaction. While Cakra only looked at the three of them with faces of astonishment.

He dined sahur in silence. Respond occasionally to mom chats. While teasing Aran who woke up but did not want to escape from Cakra's cradle. He wants to be carried on.

"I'm bribe, yeah." Anja offered herself. Prepare to feed Cakra who is calming Aran.

Sada was busy answering Yasa's questions. And Dara persuaded Lana who was crying because she was still sleepy. Only the calmest Arka enjoys eating sahur without drama.

"Add the meal, Mas." He pushed a dish filled with side dishes towards Arka.

But Arka shook her head, "The one."

When you wash your hands in the kitchen. Cakra runs through it with wet face and hair after the ablution.

"Where are you going?"

Cakra frowned before replying, "Masjid, Mas."

"Bareng," he said quickly.

"Me too!" Sada who is ready to wear sarongs and taqwa clothes also said. "Mas Arka .. yok we pray to the mosque yok ...."

The four of them walked out of the gate. At the same time, Hartadi and Dipa also just came out of the gate.

"Yes!"

Om Hartadi immediately embraced his shoulder. A long stay at the house of the mother, this time he followed the congregational dawn prayers at the mosque.

"Later cult, yes" muttered om Hartadi sure. "Let me say same DKM."

"Of!" He laughed discordantly. "Bad idea (bad idea)."

"Agreed!" Sada gave a thumbs up with a sumringah face. His sister this one must be girang not kepalang when he is cornered must do things that are beyond his ability.

"When again the commander stopped by our mosque. Yeah no?" Om Hartadi turned towards Sada. The one who returned gave a thumbs up with an annoying expression.

"Not just talking about religion," Hartadi shook his head. "Speak to your capacity."

"Now the mosque here is getting crowded. Many pilgrims from outside the complex" explained om Hartadi. "Most certainly not know you."

Apparently, Hartadi did not mess with the offer of cults. Because after reciting after prayer, his name was called to come forward.

"We encourage .. Mr. Metro Police to convey a word two," said one of the DKM through a microphone.

And before moving on, he had a chance to whisper to Cakra who was sitting next door.

"Wait me. Don't go home yet."

Cakra.

When speaking in front, he invited the pilgrims present to participate in maintaining security and order. Especially in the holy month of Ramadan. A call that is often echoed when dealing with many people.

After getting off the pulpit, he had a brief conversation with om Hartadi and the chairman of DKM. Before finally approaching Cakra, who was still sitting waiting at the leading shaf. Although the other congregations have dissolved themselves.

"What's up, Mom?"

Lately, he is no longer as rigid towards Cakra as before. But Cakra is still groggy when faced with him.

And in the next few minutes, it is likely that things will reverse. Replace him who is groggy facing Cakra.

He cleared his throat before saying with a tense look, "I'm interested in your sister."

Cakra looked at him not understanding.

"Your sister-in-law," he quickly failed.

But Cakra still looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Cakra laughed confusedly, "Yes, Mas, right. Pocut's sister is Sasa, Umay, and Icad."

He nodded in agreement.

"But what does this have to do with ...." Cakra's forehead frowned in astonishment.

He frowned back, "Pulling ... want to get closer .. You know what I mean?"

But Cakra shook his head.

"Need help?" Sada, who had appeared out of nowhere, suddenly sat down next to Cakra.

"Sori ... just came home first nganterin Arka. After that chat for a while with Hartadi and the ranks of the elders of the complex," continued Sada without being asked.

"Where have you been?" Connect Sada quickly. Didn't give him a chance to set up a counter attack.

Cakra simply shook his head with an increasingly confused facial expression.

"Not going anywhere yet?" Sada grinned. "It must be telling you."

He was forced to make a thud to brake Sada, but did not work. Because Sada had already rambled with confidence.

"Cakra, Mas Tama is already in love with Pocut. And intend to apply. I see, Mas?" Sada glanced at him with a serious mimic.

"Now Mas Tama asked for your permission .. about you approve not if Mas Tama married Pocut," continued Sada without aling-aling.

He sizzled. Cakra even showed a face of shock. Gawking looked at him and Sada alternately.

"Shock right?" Sada chuckles. "Shock is sure. No way not."

"Not expecting, is it?" Continue with provocative style. "Don't you. I just didn't expect it."

"Dark." This time Sada nodded. "Not really expecting."

Cakra still looked at him with a strange expression, but before long the tension gradually loosened. Now Cakra can begin to hold a smile. Switch to smile. Then laugh while shaking your head.

"Okay, Cakra." Sada patted Cakra's shoulder with a sumringah. "The day of vengeance has come."

"Do what you want (do whatever you want)." This time Sada blinked one eye with her rancid. "Control is in your hands."

"And remember one thing ...." Sada brandished the right forefinger with a fiery face. "Laugh before laughter is forbidden."

"You laugh together? Here I accompany," concluded Sada with full satisfaction.

While Cakra smiled again knot. Then laugh. Smile again. Then laugh. So next.

God fucking.

He wanted to cite Sada, but there was actually a smile. A smile full of relief. For one doorstop has passed. Just step towards the next door. Increasingly sure.

***

Pocktail

Today is his last schedule to deliver a certificate order to the Metro Police office. And immediately aghast when having to cross paths with Tama on the stairs leading to the 2nd floor.

This will be their first meeting after a family event at Bu Niar's house the other day. Frankly, his awkwardness increased by many times.

But Tama was calm and ordinary. Walking rapidly down the stairs side by side with a number of men in army uniforms.

Tama even had a smile nodding towards him. When they crossed paths on the fifth step. Before returning to talk to the soldiers.

"Pak Devano is accompanying guests" said the officer who helped him draft the takjil in the meeting room.

"Mother please wait here. Devano sir is coming soon."

"Do I have to wait? Can't go straight home?" This afternoon he did feel a little lost because he was no longer stalked by Devano. But that doesn't mean you want to meet the young officer.

"Yes, Mom." The officer in front of him nodded. "Mom was asked to wait."

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Well, don't know me, ma'am."

He sat there waiting long enough in the meeting room. In addition to feeling bad because some officers then pass in and out of the room. He was also worried about having to break open on the road because it was stuck in traffic. Because I came home too late.

"Sorry, you've been waiting a long time?"

He was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief seeing the appearance of Devano in the meeting room.

"I should accompany you to receive guests from Kodim."

He nodded. Recalling the meeting with Tama and a number of soldiers on the stairs earlier.

"What's up, sir?" Ask nervously. "Why should I wait?"

Devano smiled kindly, "Because I'm the one who's going to drive mom home."

He sighed in disbelief, "When I can go home alone. Doesn't have to be delivered."

Devano's smile grew more friendly, "It's the duty of the country."

He actually wanted to insist on refusing. But in the end, inevitably following Devano's request.

Devano opened the left door for him. Once inside, his eyes immediately caught a pile of beautiful packaging boxes neatly tucked away on the second bench.

"You want all the way between parcels, sir?" Ask once Devano starts the engine.

But Devano looks confused, "Parcel what, Mom?"

He pointed to the chair in the back.

"Oh," Devano laughed. "It's Mom's."

He immediately turned his head towards Devano, "I mean?"

"I was ordered by you to take Mom home" replied Devano, who was preparing to take the wheel. "All of you bring hampers for Mom and family."

He was still staring at Devano with a frown.

"The father who chose his own hampers," continued Devano with a funny mimic. "Two days and two nights I went overtime .. chose hampers that were suitable for Mom."

"Father to his dismay," added Devano with a big smile. "May I like the hampers."

"Sorry." He gulped quickly and his heart was pounding. "Don't walk yet."

"Where, Mom?" Devano who had put in the gears turned his head in wonder. "Is there anything missing?"

He shook his head nervously, "I can't accept that many hampers."

But Devano smiled instead, "This is only half you know, Mom. There are still hampers that haven't been delivered by courier."

"Then I can't accept it more."

"Mom?" Devano's voice sounded cautious.

"Let me go home alone."

"Well?" Devano's face suddenly panicked. "Don't. Let me take you home."

He immediately opened the seat belt and prepared to go down.

"Mom?"

"thank you. I pul ...."

Clamps.

Suddenly there was a simultaneous closing sound.

"Sorry, Mrs Pocut. Can't." Devano.

But he had already grabbed the door handle. Intended to open it, but .. ugh .. cannot be opened.

He tried again.

Still can't.

"Sir Devano?"

Devano said nervously, "Sorry, Mom. I had to do it. Because this task must not fail."

He sighed in disbelief, "Good. I want to be taken home. But I don't want to take that many hampers."

Again Devano shook his head, "It's a combo assignment. Can't be separated."

"Fragile one means to fail all," added Devano with a clear face. "May you help me."

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Remarks :

Istikharah prayer: is the prayer of the sunna which is done to ask for God's guidance, for those who are among several choices and doubt. To choose or when to decide something.

®. :quoted from the meaning of prayer after Istikharah prayer