The Blood Of God's

WE ARE UNITY #19

"Papa.." call Aya Sofia.

Haidar looked at the girl and smiled then squatted down and developed a hand. Aya Sofia ran and ran into Haidar's arms.The man kissed the child's head and then got up while hugging Aya Sofia.

"I'm not the Old Goat" said Haidar. "I am me. I am like this and I am. Then what do you want?!" the man approached sat beside Inayah.

"Mama.." said Haidar then kissed his mother's hand.the man looked at Aya Sofia. "Have you met Grandma?"

"Papa.. I'm proud to have a swordsman's grandmother." said Aya Sofia looked at Inayah who put on her harrowing smile and stroked the child's cheek. Haidar nodded.

"Good..from now on, I will apply the new rules in this family." said Haidar staring Aisyah. This is smiling.

"From now on, Aya will call Mother Umma, and call Papa Abah. understood?!" said Haidar.

The intelligent Aya Sofia immediately replied. "Yes, Abah."

Haidar smiled. "Smart kid." he praised making Aisyaj smile. Inayah laughs.

"The call reminds me of Abah and Umma." said Inayah and he unconsciously shed tears even though he did not sob. Aya Sofia responded down from Haidar's lap and approached Inayah.

"Jadda don't cry.Did Abah and Umma make Jadda cry?" tanya Aya then touched Inayah's thigh.

Inayaj shook his head and re-hugged Aya Sofia and placed her on his lap. "You, be a filial grandson to your parents."

"Of course, Jadda." replied Aya Sofia with a smile. "And later, I will follow in Jadda's footsteps."

Inayah laughed and nodded. "Let's see in the future." the parobaya woman looked again at Aya Sofia. "But don't make it a burden if God wills you to be a police officer, be grateful, so be assured that God knows better what He wants for you than you want for yourself" the police official said.

Aya Sofia nodded. Inayah again told him to go into the room.The boy obeyed and went back into his room. He looked back at Haidar.

"Mama has cleared up your problems. Now your job is to be devoted to your wife, and vice versa.get it?" Inayah.

"Understand Ma." answered the two men together.

He looked at Haidar. "You can no longer live in the House of Lasantu. You and Aisyah will reoccupy the house in Puri Manggis, while Salman will stay there. Never once tell the address Puri Manggis to Mahreen, he said, until he finds out or Mama tells you, okay?!"

"Understanding Ma.." replied Haidar.

"Your graduation will be held on Tuesday. Then you will carry out your wedding on this Sunday.no need to meet because you have broken the marriage. Just do the reception at any hotel you like." inayah said, "Do I need to use an Event Organizer?"

"Thank you Mama.." said Aisyah with haru.

"Let me solve that problem." replied Haidar. "Mom knows it's okay."

Inayah. "Good."

"Does Haanish need to be invited?" ask Haidar.

"No need." replied Inayah. "The boy is now on the staff of the imperial household.he arranges the administration of the country under the orders of the Prime Minister of Japan.don't disturb his busy life."

"Well, I'll just send him a live broadcast of our wedding" said Haidar.

"Yes, if that's okay, it's important that he knows that you're officially married." said Inayah.

the woman got up followed by Haidar.the two stepped towards the door. He turned around for a moment.

"Mama wants to calm down, Chouji. don't bother Mama again with your behavior. It's enough Haanish and Mahreen bother me with their behavior." said Inayah.

"I won't let you down." said Haidar.

Inayah nodded then turned around and opened the door then walked out. Haidar escorted his mother to the porch. Inayah rode a kndaraan which then slid off the boarding house.

staying Haidar alone marked and then entered again into the boarding house.there, Aisyah still silently looked at the Decree of the Religious Court on the Marriage of Isbat they both in her grasp.

Haidar sat by her side. "Happy huh?" chirps Haidar.

"What?" ask Aisyah.

"That... glad yes, it has been legally inaugurated by the state?!" said Haidar by glaring and tightening the jaw.

"Yes, why?!" reply Aisyah tried to challenge.

"Lock the room!" haidar's orders made Aisyah widen her eyes.

"Kok.." Aisha protest.

"I told you, get in the room!" haidar's orders once again.

lethargic, Aisyah got up and stepped on her feet, upset but in fact she was happy.Thanks to Inayah, the woman had assumed legal status as the legitimate wife of Haidar. jilbaber went into the room and Haidar rose up after his wife stepped into the room. After that only Allah is All-Knowing, knowing for sure what they both did in the room.

...*******...

Sade Village, Lombok, West Nusa Tenggara.

Mahreen stared at the expanse of pitate-walled housing (woven bamboo) and roofed straw forming mountains that lined up neatly stretched around the house they occupied.The house they occupied was one of the houses for guests, which was built customary leader when receiving guests from outside the village.

the bale tani style guest house is adjacent to the village head's bale bonter house, so their activities are monitored by the official.

Mamiq Gumi Jatiswara, the name of the village head is a good man and humorist.he belongs to the third level noble class of social strata in West Nusa Tenggara.

Cholil got to know him through an introduction to the Lombok Regent, Pambasaq Gumi Sasak Datu Serinate when visiting Lombok, some time ago when he returned to travel from Australia, before finally returning to Gorontalo.

Currently, Cholil and Callista were together Jatiswara inspecting his village.The two of them had left since then and there was no sign of going back.Mahreen was forced to be found the task of guarding the house.

sitting up, there came a man who approached a man.he was flat-faced, passing through the house occupied by Mahreen, glancing at the green-eyed girl and continued to move his legs to continue his journey.

Mahreen followed the man's back and as if he felt that the girl's gaze was bothering him, suddenly the man turned around.he looked at Mahreen and Mahreen also looked at him. the two stared at each other until finally the man furrowed his brows and stepped closer to Mahreen who was sitting in front of the door.

"Ante people aren't citizens here, are you?" greet the man.

"Yes, I'm not a citizen here." replied Mahreen.

"Can... I sit down?" ask the man.

Mahreen bit his lips for a moment, then finally nodded.the man then sat on the door as Mahreen shifted his seat slightly inward.

the man extended his hand. "Include Tiang, Datu Lalu Djalenga" he said with a big smile showing his white teeth.

"Huh? here, the house pole has a name, too?" mahreen asked in surprise. Djalenga immediately felt something was wrong. he immediately rectified.

"The word Tiang means I am in Sasak" said Djalenga. Mahreen nodded in understanding.he reached out shaking Djalenga's burly fingers.

"Mahreen Nurmagonegov.." said the girl.

"Ooo... Aren't Indonesians?" guess Djalenga. he laughs. "It seems. fam you people from abroad so."

Mahreen smiling. "I'm Russian" he replied.

Djalenga looked back at Mahreen. "But Side is a good person who speaks Indonesian? have you ever taken an Indonesian course?"

Mahreen shook his head and smiled back. "I have a lot of Indonesian friends, so I have a little bit of Indonesian."

Djalenga nodded and then asked again. "But the Pole saw Side wearing a veil, came the same two guests look like ustad with ustadzah. Are they also friends Ante, or what?"

"In a moment.." Mahreen interrupted withholding a smile. "Are you asking or investigating people?" mahreen asked back.

Djalenga laughs. "Not really. The pole is just a wonder. You are foreigner, your eyes are unique, not like our eyes here.you also wear canal clothes similar to the women here... you are not a Muslim..."

Mahreen laughed as he closed his mouth making Djalenga stunned for a moment.

"Why? is something wrong?" ask Djalenga.

Mahreen nodded and then laughed again, making her veil fall over her shoulders, showing her reddish-black hair.

"If something goes wrong, please tell Tiang. to be clear Tiang knows." said Djalenga.

"I'm sorry." replied Mahreen in the end. "I just laughed, you thought I wasn't a Muslim. I am a student of the Islamic University of Russia. I went to Indonesia, precisely to Gorontalo, joined UIN Sultan Amai Gorontalo in a student exchange program between two countries."

Djalenga patted his eel. "Astagfirullah, I'm sorry, Miss. I really don't know you are a Muslim. Because your stature is very similar to that of a Christian boulevard."

Mahreen only smiled and occasionally chuckled, realizing the young man before her was fooled by her appearance.

"Then the brothers, huh? seiman. Thank God." replied Djalenga in the end and laughed.

"You know what, where did Cholil and Callista go? it's starting late in the afternoon, they both haven't seen the trunk of his nose." asked Mahreen. "I've been around a long time, lonely here."

"Ooo calm Miss." said Djalenga comforting. "Miss has a friend it's safe if the same way Datu Serinate is the head of the village. the person is very good. they will be home soon."

"I'm tired of just sitting here." lamented Mahrwen.

"Then, let the Pole take Miss yacht with you while looking for the Head of the village with the two-man friend.let me take Miss." take Djalenga.

Mahreen squinted his eyes. "You're not gonna kidnap me, are you?" knock the girl.

Djalenga laughs. "Miss..if I kidnap you, it must have been from earlier.Silent streets, desolate houses, how long pestle will smother you and hide you."

I'm sorry if I'm too suspicious" Mahreen said.

the girl got up and stepped out. The two young men stepped out of the house and down the street. Along the way, Djalenga dominated the conversation to make Mahreen understand about local customs.

"You know here there is a custom of kidnapping indeed.the name is traditional Memari." said Djalenga.

Mahreen surprised. "That means there is such a thing as an act of kidnapping.means you are lying to me." exclaimed Mahreen immediately turned around to go home.

Djalenga directly held the wrist of the otu girl. "Where's the hell is the hell you going? do I look like I'm going to kidnap Miss?"

Mahreen looked back at Djalenga. "Are you not going to kidnap me?" kasu.

"Of course I won't kidnap you. The custom of dancing is only done by lovers. the man will kidnap his lover at night so as not to be caught by the family of women and subjected to customary sanctions." djalenga replied with a smile.

"Ooo.. suppose so." murmured Mahreen.

Djalenga. "We're both not lovers, so Miss don't have to be afraid."

Mahreen realized he was too suspicious of this man.The girl stood by Djalenga.

"Yes already. let's go." take Mahreen.

both are back walking. Djalenga continued to explain some of the characteristics of Sade village to Mahreen. Like a tour guide, Djalenga was very active in explaining various things.

Mahreen slowly but surely began to enjoy togetherness with Sasak man. it was discovered that Djalenga adherents of Islamic Wetu Limo, not Wetu Telu which is syncretic between Hinduism and shia Islam.

"Wetu Telu refers more to the traditional religion of the Sasak tribe.they entrust the implementation of sharia only to a Kyai who is believed to be the figure of the Maksum of sins. they always carry out the gawe urip and gawe pati ceremony." said Djalenga.

"Gawe Urip's?" ask Mahreen.

"Yes, it is a ceremony that includes about birth and life, while Gawe Pati is a ritual of death" Djalenga replied again. "One thing is recognized by other tribal communities in Lombok, Sasak tribe is very famous to respect the ancestors.that is why the teachings of Wetu Telu are also called Sesepen."

"You will find the followers of Wetu Telu teachings in Bayan, in the northern islands of North Lombok. maybe your two friends are the same village head while there to research the Bayan Community community that still maintains the Wetu Telu teachings and the teachings of Boga." added Djalenga again.

Mahreen nodded.they arrived at a small square with several women in thin veils and hooded cloths clustered in front of the house looking for lice while berghibah.see Djalenga appear with a girl, d, they look like sumringah.

"Djalengan! whose other girl are you trying to run this off? it's enough that you pay a lot of customary sanctions pity your parents." scolded one of the women.

Djalenga was just smirking.another mother chimed in. "Pity the daughter of the person later.sacred you who did not do this." mock the other woman.

"Did Inaq-Amak you have no way of nominating Side ante with a suitable woman?" another mock is the other woman. "It feels like these women won't want to be the same Side Ante because, even if you're Datu's descendant, but what's the cost of you getting married?"

Mahreen hot also heard the teasing of the mother-grant.Mahreen steadily advanced to shield Djalenga from their ghibah serbuah.

"If the mothers have finished berghibah, pray ashar.that hour of prayer has arrived." said Mahreen. "And you need the mothers to know.I am the lover of this man!" he said it made the mothers gawk.

Djalenga looks like a cat caught stealing fish from a refrigerator.[]