Tafakur Love Mualaf

Peace In The Mosque

Qalam, he's a 35-year-old man. He was a teacher at the Equatorial Elementary School, which earned him the nickname of a widower. Yes, because he held the status of a widower for a long time. Approximately ten years.

Qalam soon continued on his way, heading to the Islamic Community course. Hasbi is seen already teaching there, along with Aqila as well.

"Hasbi, you've come from earlier?" ask Qalam.

"Yes Uncle." replied Hasbi.

"More and more people are joining." said Qalam.

"Alhamdulillah, because Aqila helps too." replied Hasbi.

Aqila pulled a slight corner of her lips, then smiled fluffily. Qalam is like there is an attraction, to tease Aqila who likes to follow.

"Hasbi, don't you want to get married?" ask Qalam.

"There is no Uncle" replied Hasbi.

Qalam glanced at Aqila at a glance. "Every day there's a tail, cook no candidate."

"Sometimes friends, too, can be Uncle's tail." Hasbi replied.

Fiha returned to his residence, now that he had just finished working. Not interested at all, to stay home. He had to find a gap, to divide the time. Fiha opened his wallet, remembering Hasbi again. There are memories, photos of when I was a kid.

”Tomorrow is the day back, wait for me a little while longer.” her inner.

Fiha decided to return to Indonesia, because both of his parents had died. He had also just escaped, from a Spanish chase. A sugar daddy man, who had bought her groceries. While on a date, Fiha runs away from her. He must be very angry, thought Fiha in his brain.

The plane took off too, the next morning. Fiha smiled widely, looking from the glass of the plane. He held out his hands as people talked. Hasbi and Aqila are busy taking care of the order clothes, for boarding school students.

"Hasbi, you don't have a candidate yet, do you?" ask Aqila.

"Well, how come you're suddenly asking" Hasbi replied.

"That's not it, I just want to know" said Aqila.

"Right now, I don't have one." Hasbi replied.

”Means there's still a chance for me, make her his wife. May she have the same feeling.” Inner Aqila.

Help u!

Help u!

Fiha was clamoring, but the location was very quiet. Until he entered a small village, not far from the city. The thug continued to follow him, but did not dare to chase because he saw the citizens. They occasionally chose to hide, so that Fiha would not see their form.

Geck! Geck!

Fiha knocks on a house, but that comes out a stranger. It doesn't look like Hasbi, nor does it look like her mother. Only a middle-aged woman was holding her baby.

"Sorry, is this Hasbi's house?" ask Fiha.

"It looks like I'm wrong, this isn't Hasbi's house" he replied.

"Oh yes, sorry." said Fiha.

"Maybe what you mean, the occupants of this house before" he replied.

"Well, where are they now?" ask Fiha.

"I don't know." she replied.

Fiha immediately left, continuing his journey. Now he really is a kara, has no one else. From what was once rich, even now odd jobs. It was the childhood of the Hasbi family, who often lived a mediocre life. But with her kindness, Fiha often helped Hasbi. Because he used to be the richest man in the village. Fiha walks gontai, choosing to find kosan. But it still feels like someone is following again. He dared to look, but there was no one.

"Hmmm, I have to run away now. Don't they were the thugs." Fiha running.

The thugs chased him, and chose to split up. They plan to block the Fiha, from the front and back. However Fiha was quite ingenious, he felt they were going to split the group. So, he had to find a safe hiding place. Fiha saw a mosque, which was crowded with children. He immediately entered it without a second thought. Fiha hid inside, still wearing a miniskirt and clothes without his arms. All eyes were on Fiha, as there was a lecture.

”Really embarrassing only, this ending is an emergency. For the first time I entered the mosque, it turned out to be this peaceful. Hasbi, I remember you from childhood. I accompany you to move the ants, which are running on the tap line. You are so kind, you take the time to help others. At that time, I began to imitate your actions. Because away from you, I became chaotic.” Inner Fiha.

When he felt that conditions were safe, he immediately came out of the mosque. A little boy approached Fiha.

"Sister, if you enter the mosque do not wear a miniskirt" he said.

"Yes Dik." Fiha smiled.