The Mate at the Beginning

Chapter 21 Getting guidance

In the end, all problems are resolved over time. We who as human beings rush in thinking, impatient finally appear prejudice to God. Though God has prepared a way out just waiting for our efforts.is it to keep trying by choosing a good path or vice versa?

"Mita play yuk to my house?" Mita thought to accept or reject Ita's invitation to play to her house considering that even home she must be lonely to play at the house of Bu Indah lazy to have to deal with Hafiz, Hafiz,a guy who likes to play with his emotions. A moment shows the feeling as if he likes it but like playing around afterwards.

Mita did not expect it, she preferred to be considered family because during the death of her parents she held back her feelings that were sometimes very fragile and wanted to cry but there was no shoulder that could be made a backrest.

"OK on..." Ita was happy to hear it as soon as Mita hugged in the back he drove his bike at low speed. Mita frowned confused by the behavior of Ita who rode a motorcycle beating a turtle. Then when did he think Mita.

"Why is the road going so slowly?" mita asked as she drew closer to Ita so that her voice could be heard.

"Let's be satisfied seeing that the streets here have changed a lot, right?" Mita gawks at Ita's reasoning which sounds silly but makes sense as well.

"Hey..." Mita kept her mouth shut while continuing to enjoy the walking-like scenery and stopped Ita while passing through an old mosque. He wants to get in there.

"What?" Mita brakes her motor suddenly.

"We go to the mosque." Mita's order pointed to the mosque that has been passed. Ita was forced to turn the road according to Mita's wishes which he thought was strange enough for a teenager to go to the park or this mall to the old mosque.

"Well, did he come here?" tanya Ita was surprised to get a toy from Mita complete with a plot.

"Why do you think yourself going to the mosque if not praying? Masha Allah here is calm, calm, comfortable try to stretch your hands like there is positive energy entering the entire body." said Mita who smiled satisfied as she stretched her hands as if she was on the Titanic, which was on the ship,it's a shame Ita thought it was snorting.

"Be careful.watch your hands hit the head of a new person knows the taste." said Ita half insinuating and he took a breath, succumbing rather than ruining his pleasure, it is not,like the saying'let the dog bark the caravan pass"isn't this like Ita likened to his dog? If the people knew it must be raging.

"Well, you did." he answered lazily busy with hp in his hand. Mita did not bother him to go deeper into the mosque and Mashaa Allah felt very cool, the soul was immediately calm. Every prayer he read felt solemn and filled his heart. His mind can also be fixed on the creator. This is a mosque built as sincere as its aura calms the soul and body Mita thought.

"Lastly long?"

"Sleep huh?"

"I'm staying!"

it was all messages sent to him that could immediately imagine the face sulking Ita after an hour left to enjoy the atmosphere of the mosque explained Ita to threaten him. Mita hurriedly came out of the Mosque while smiling witfully.

"Finally.." Ita breathed a sigh of relief and stared intently at him venting annoyance and then snorting bitterly.

"Cock angry anyway? not sincerely not be able to reward you know I already have the same God for your love reward for being able to earn and wait for me here." Ita turned her face away from Mita's persuasion.

"Why don't you come in, don't you pray, right?" He remained silent as if in a real rage.

"PMS...pantesan waiting on the edge fear of sin huh?" hearing the word sin Ita suddenly felt guilty during this time he rarely prayed because his parents also so.

Ita took a deep breath then lowered her head like she was sad but Mita did not dare to ask any further.

"All you wait for our Adzan to pray together!" he said slowly and Mita gawked confused by Ita's speech which he thought was ambiguous, not praying dhuhur but inviting asar prayers. Ita..maybe he got guidance Mita thought.