Separate Fence of God

Third episode

"How do you like this book?" ask Adi while presenting the book Dusk Rain and the Story of the Age by Boy Candra.

"Of course, the works of Boy Candra always amaze me every time I read them." I received the book while choosing other books.

Some of my books have been cantongi. After paying him, Adi invited me to sit at the restaurant that was in this place. Sit facing each other while enjoying the song from the music players in this place to eat.

"Syi, I go back first yeah," said Adi as it passed.

The music is getting louder and more romantic. Either because I enjoyed it too much until Adi had returned, while carrying a cake that read Happy Anniversary 3 Years. I was silent for a moment, the feeling of haru began to envelop the heart. We have been together for three years, through days of drama and joy.

"Happy anniversary, Shia. Thank you for these three years, still faithfully grasping my hand tightly. We are going through the toughest days of life. Thank you, I love you and it will always be like that" Adi said.

"I love you too Adi." That sentence is all I can say no more.

Adi took my hand and took me to my feet and invited me to dance. Following the rhythm of the song that is increasingly adding to the romantic nowadays. Adi seemed to not care about the views of the visitors.

The romantic side that so rarely Adi did so far, is now back to melting.

"Thank you for always being with me through hundreds of days together."

"I will always be with you, sowing good dreams, I will try to be there for me as long as this breath is still blowing."

"Thank you for walking along with me, for knitting dreams with me."

We were so excited to dance to the song, everyone was clapping us with our action. Sometimes we are this silly, shameless.

"You're great at dancing too" Adi praised after we finished dancing.

"You always taught me to always learn what I can't. Without you knowing, all this time I secretly learned to stomp my feet to dance. I want to be just like you, so people don't always think we're inappropriate."

Today is the happiest day, where it's just me and Adi, celebrating our anniversary, enjoying the sweetness of the ice cream, then playing ball like a child.

If with Adi anything is the happiest thing in life. It doesn't feel like time is rolling quickly, without being asked.

*****

Azan Zuhur was heard throughout the mosque. Calling people to pray immediately, draw near to the almighty. Adi took me to one of the nearest mosques.

Adi was so considerate, that wherever we went he always brought me face to face. How lucky I am to have the figure of Adi.

Adi always said 'God doesn't like it if we feed it with the pleasures of the world. As much as possible, being punctual when worshipping Him is proof of our love for God without being hindered by the world.'

"Adi, I'm in first. Don't you think you should wait?"

"Ish, I hate that word. Without you talking like that, I will be faithfully waiting for you. Come on in, don't make God jealous of your world. Worship solemnly, and ask for kindness for our relationship." Adi smiled as she ruffled my hair.

"All right."

Lucky for humans if met with someone who wants to understand without us ever asking. To understand selflessly giving.

I left Adi and took the water to purify myself. The coldness of the water is so felt to the skin, as if giving calmness and coolness every time saying the prayers of wudu.

Today, I join the congregational prayer with dozens of people, then proceed with making a prayer to God for all good.

After finishing the prayer I followed the study. The atmosphere was so solemn, that tears fell unstoppable when the Mubaligh exposed a hadith.

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*رِضَى الرَّبِّ فِي رِضَى الوَالِدِ، وَسَخَطُ الرَّبِّ فِ سَخَطِ الْوَالِد*ِ

"The Ridha of God depends on the ridha of the parents and the wrath of God depends on the wrath of the parents"

Explanation after explanation successfully slapped me at once. Giving the light that I was among the children of the ungodly, became a dissident to both parents. 'O Allah may you forgive me.'

Finished the study, I immediately got out of the mosque. It seems Adi is still waiting for me faithfully.

"Di, sorry to wait for me long." I feel bad to let my girlfriend always wait for me.

"Hey, angels don't be like that. I will be faithfully waiting for you, doing worship," he said, taking me to sit next to him.

The breeze felt so fresh in the middle of the sun that it was so stinging. Adi handed him a bottle of drink that he had opened first.

"Drink," said Adi.

I took it and held it up until half the bottle ran out in an instant.

"Today I met a lot of people, the mosque is not usually crowded by the pilgrims ..." said Adi.

"Yes" I answered, confirming my hair and tying it with rubber.

"So I went ahead, then saw your movement of worship, from the outside I followed the movement without knowing what they were saying and doing. Then after the service was over they raised their hands high enough, I still did not understand, but I was obviously a little jealous because you followed the movement, in harmony with the movement in front." Adi said while helping me tie my hair.

"It is a prayer movement, in front of which the name is priest, just as you have a Pastor when going to worship. Then he who raises both hands is called prayer." I made clear everything Adi said so as not to confuse her.

"Yes, but I'm jealous of that priest, you look so attuned in worshiping your Lord, I want that too. Worship at church with you beside me. I'm your lover." Adi's tone of voice slightly raised me by surprise in a few seconds.

"Adi, you know, we're different. We could have worship together as long as the religion we profess is the same."

"I also want to be like that, a priest in your worship, but what can I do? I do not want to harm the religion that I profess." Adi said.

"Adi, without you being jealous I am still here, being your partner, fulfilling the odd in your life. I will not move to another heart, just because someone else is my prayer priest. Let everything flow like God's destiny."

"Are you sure?"

"of course. I'm your partner, you deserve to be jealous, and I'll try to put out the flames of jealousy in your heart. Remember, I won't turn away easily just because there's a priest."

"All right, I keep your promise. Now, we're going home. Today, I got a sipp night, so have to rest first" Adi said as he extended his hand.

"Yes, you're the spirit of it. So that we can get married and formalize our relationship."

"Of course, Princess."

God, everything written from you is never wrong, is not it, if indeed by maintaining this relationship can be the will of Adi to Islam I am grateful for everything.