The Ojek That's My Soul

Hide behind the disaster

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"Oh God..."

"I am so vain.even just to say your name...,"

After ablution, used to perform four prayers, it so happens that the dzuhur time has not been exhausted.He rested on the prayer prayer prayer of the musholla.

His body trembled, with his hands clenched above his knees.

His head dropped, occasionally shaking slowly.

The clear crystal flowed along with the screams of his heart that confessed sin.

Both of his palms were raised slowly, Useful to look at the nanar both.

Her lips twitched, her voice stuck in her throat.

Shame is full of, calling out self-inappropriation.

Adiguna can only scream in his heart, regretting his ugliness and arrogance during his life.

(God is great, You are most tender and loving!

Your blameless servant rests, asking for full forgiveness for all the sins I have committed in my life.

Don't punish yourself, through the people I love, Ya Robb...!

Servant admitted defeat.The self is weak.This sport is actually just a dwarf man, who hides with pride of heart.

The servant has covered his weakness with power that is nothing,

Give me this evil forgiveness, O Robb.!).

The adiguna sobbed violently on his alphabet, his entire body trembling as he fused his forehead with the end of the prayer mat.

A very old prostration.

The body that usually never looked down on anyone, has now admitted its weakness.

He, there is nothing before his Lord, only a weak human being created from a disgusting drop of semen.

What makes you arrogant?

Feeling greater than anyone, feeling able to do anything, feeling the results of your hard work is the result of your greatness.

So you forget that God gave you everything.

Adiguna has vowed in his prostration.

He would exchange anything for a second chance for her and also Mirna, his beloved wife for the rest of his life.

The few guards who witnessed this scene before them, could not help but endure the turmoil within their respective chests.

Their hearts were touched, by all the deeds that the master was doing at this time.

In front of them was an Adiguna who was famous for his cruelty and coldness.

He could bend his knees before God.

When the wife's life is on the edge of the horn.

Their breath was congested, when they remembered the sin which they had committed themselves.

How long do they not bow down and bow down to the owner of this body and breath.

So, the four of them simultaneously left the solemn Adiguna.

Passing over to the ablution site, wetting their skin with a cleansing water wash, hoping that their sins will go along with the dirt and stains on their skin, body and nails.

Rojali and Fatimah were watching scene after scene from a distance.

Their hearts, thanking God many times, were shrinking clear crystals that washed away joy and happiness.

It turned out that behind the calamity, God lowered his mercy, the father poured out the papa's heart in an extraordinary way.

Apparently, Allah granted his do'a.now the father has entered into the embrace of the affection of Allahurobbi.

Rojali tightly embraced Fatimah, then planted a kiss on the tip of her head wrapped in pashmina.

They also approached the middle-aged man who was now sitting cross-legged.

Adiguna, cross-legged facing the four bodyguards and his aide.

"I, used by Brotoseno, apologize_to the four of you..," he said with a tremble.

The guards looked at each other and then looked down, they dared to look at the face of the master, their master all this time.

"I'm sorry, I've invited you to come and worship with me..."

Adiguna paused for a moment, she was seen rubbing her face several times.

"I will release you unconditionally, and preach to others.

I will also give a token of service to all, as a gift.

Earlier, call my lawyer here, and invite Dirga Mahesa's envoy to face me."Adiguna said calmly.

The plan is mature, the determination is unanimous.He will give up everything, everything he achieved by illegal means.

Because almost all of his efforts contain riba, cheating, even several times breaking the law.

Slowly he will rise to the surface, little by little he will clean up the dirt in his heart.

Rojali was seen stopping his footsteps, who were about to enter the musholla.

With a few bags of food in both hands.

Fatimah pushed her shoulders, so that the husband came forward, but Rojali was still struggling with all the doubts of his heart.

"Papa's in need of your support right now, Bang,"

"Why should I doubt?isn't this what God always asks?"

"Isn't this the day you've been waiting for?"persuade Fatimah gently he continued to convince the heart of her long-spirited husband.

Rojali did not budge, as disappointment still lingered in his little heart.

Should be given a disaster first, then aware?

Does anyone have to be a victim first, new literate truth?

Does it have to be hit with a headache first, just think?

Various questions that are cheered irritably sneak on the edge of the brain of the son of a mother who is lying in a coma.

"Bang, sometimes man is just conscious and literate, when in love shock therapy by God,"

"Sometimes there are also those who don't go back at all,"

"God has the right to open and close the heart, God also has the right to determine when the guidance is entered and received," replied Fatimah as if to know all the questions in Rojali's heart.

"Fortunate father, because God still touches his heart, God does not forget and leave him, but all this time he has left God and away from his religion." Fatimah gently stroked that sturdy shoulder.

Rojali looked at the face that calmed his heart, fortunately God presented the figure of an angel of the world as a coolant and advisor for him.

His words seemed to slap the selfish side of the dark room in the corner of his heart.

Making him realize, until both of his lips muttered Istighfar many times.

Allah forgives, and accepts the repentance of man, whatever his sins may be, as it is not shirk and idolatry.

Why should he, in fact, the child, dictate and corner his own parents.

With a slow but definite step, the tall body entered the musholla, which is located on the third floor of the private hospital.

"Pa..," call Rojali down, after her body is close enough.

Adiguna turned to the voice he was so familiar with, the voice he really longed to call him papa.

However, because of the pride and selfishness of his heart, which was covered by revenge and power.

Made him torture himself and his own family.

Adiguna then stood up who was then welcomed with an embrace by the son.

"Sorry...,"

Only a word that is able to come out of the throat of an Adiguna.

His breath was closed, his heart was suffocated, his mind was suffocated by his sins against the son.

"Forget,Pa...,forget."

whispered Rojali in the middle of his embrace to the papa.

Both father and son were dissolved in longing, they cried without sound only the sound of choking breath that roared softly.

Alhamdulillah🤲

Hope the hijrah is good, Pa...

Can dong chibi call it to the father-in-law😚

Kabooorr.....