The RoofTop Girl's

Love comes from the sky

Jakarta

At 01:30 in the morning

Dimpled

"GET IN!!!"

Bugh..Bugh...

He punched the jaw of the 27-year-old blindly, a suspected paedophile who raped a 5-year-old boy, killed him and stuffed his body into a sack.

Only they can be secured at 01.30 am, after the pursuit of the suspect for two days and two nights, this one suspect is quite slippery like an eel, almost several times caught but escaped again, he said, and now when it's caught there's no mercy.

It....!!!!

Unsatisfied with punching, he rinsed the suspect's feet with his expensive shoes, also stepping on the tool section to the man's la min. I don't know, considering the body of the little boy in the sack that they evacuated yesterday, made his heart boil, remembered Ara, his only child who was almost the same age as the victim.

"BASIC BEJAAAT!!""

"Ampuuuun sir, ampuuun..." Shouted the suspect who was like a cut chicken, battered helplessly.

"Bang, it's bang." Elan grabbed his shoulders.

"Zaar, get this rat in the cell."Shouted Elan.

His throbbing head still held the rest of the anger, and like yesterday-yesterday, today he did not return to the apartment, preferring to sleep in the office. Just wanting to lay down on the sofa, he remembered something.

"Oh yeah, did you get the info from yesterday Lan?"

"Where's the bang?"

"Your brother told me to find Hannan's ustadz's information."

"Oh yes, I'm printing it right away." Elan took the paper from inside the desk drawer and handed it to her.

"Who's bang? ******* right?"

"Just any husss, where?" Paper from Elan's hand.

Muhammad Hannan Al Fatih, Lc

Born in Pandeglang 5 May xx year, started formal education at TK Pertiwi Pandeglang year xx and graduated with the best student predicate. Little Hannan also schooled his parents to Madarasah Salafiyyah Sanusiyyah Pandeglang. Public school morning, noon to afternoon religious school. In this madrasa, he also became an outstanding student and was appointed as a child speaker in every graduation session.

Year xx, continuing the education of Tsanawiyyah to Aliyah (level SMP-SMA) in Ponpes Darul Arqam Muhammadiyyah Garut. During this education period he has won many awards both at the level of Pondok, Garut Regency, and even West Java Province, especially in terms of syarh al-Qur’an. At level II Aliyah had even become the youngest envoy in the program Daurah Tadribiyyah from Univ. Islam Medina in Ponpes Taruna al-Qur’an Jogjakarta.

Year xx, he received a scholarship to continue his studies at Kuliyya Dakwah Islamiyyah Morocco which was later accepted. And year xx, back to Indonesia, became ASN in the Ministry of Religious Affairs of the Republic of Indonesia, active in many Islamic da'wah activities in various mosques in Menteng area, Central Jakarta.

Fix, not in vain he named Elan as a talented young Intel, the information is really complete and accurate, he smiled bitterly read the contents of the paper while exhaling cigarette smoke, honestly his head grew dizzy.

He had never experienced the feeling of fear of being defeated before, never. Since the bench of Kindergarten, he always looks stunning and leading, always the first class champion, karate athletes at the national level, never represented Indonesia in the taekwondo competition in Japan during High School.

He is a perfect competitor, has a level of confidence above average, even when in AKPOL, he was chosen to be an exemplary student. Until now his achievements and career can not be denied, never failed in every operation he did.

Evidently with a very young age, 28 years old, he has served as a Kanit Reskrim Polsek Menteng, and in the near future recommended by the leadership to follow Diklat and of course will skyrocket his career, he said, but all that confidence seemed to evaporate without a trace.

He's just a fragile man who wasn't chosen, why is he so pessimistic about facing a simple girl like Sonia? If he wants, too many women are willing to queue for him, just point, no need to try.

There have been many classy women who have been betrothed to him, even the last of the police force's own children who openly expressed their love for him. But Sonia's different, that girl, I don't know...

His head again throbbed, instead of sleeping in the office, he finally decided to go home to the apartment. He immediately threw himself into the room. It was not until three hours that he fell asleep, because he was awakened by the sound of the morning Adhan echoing from the outside.

Whether it can be whispered from where, this morning he chose to pray congregated in the mosque near the apartment, well his spiritual side is still very far behind, his prayers are still perforated, sometimes only dawn and maghrib. It was also one of the reasons that made her inferior to women like Sonia.

He deliberately linger in the mosque, waiting for all to come out, but just wanted to get out of his seat, someone called out to him.

"Pack Dyed?"

He turned his head, the imam of the mosque admonished him kindly, he smiled reaching for the hand of the imam.

"Have not appeared for a long time, where? busy, of course."

"That's how sir, more cases."

"Well, that's who killed the little boy, caught the guy?"

"Udah sir, I got it last night."

"Thank God."

The two continued to talk as if there was no interruption, until he was encouraged to tell his strange problems to the priest, who knows the priest has input, should he retreat or continue to advance against the flow.

The magut-magut priest listened to his story seriously, then patted his back slowly.

"There is one thing we need to try to realize and we wake up in ourselves, that love is a gift from the sky."

"That love is a gift from Allah SWT and it is impossible for Allah to give a love that makes a servant increase sin is impossible, what adds to the sin that adds to our distance from Allah SWT is definitely not love. So if there is a feeling that makes us not especially in prayer, certainly not love, if there is a feeling that makes us hurt, then, it must not be that love is called wasyawushu syaiton in human passions."

"While love all comes from Allah SWT. Love comes from the sky, if we need love, from anyone including the love of a potential partner, the love of the person we like, the way it is not on earth, look in the sky, the lower our prostration, the lower we are, the more we shake Arasy in the sky."

His heart trembled at the priest's words, one thing he only realized, that all this time, he had never sought tranquility in the sky. If his heart is restless, he seeks tranquility through playing games until satisfied, or getting together with friends without him understanding that true calm comes from the sky, as well as love.

To be Continue...

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