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Chapter 4.

Construction of the mosque renovation was not completed on that one day. Almost everyone there raised a little money and their food to help the development. Money to buy building materials, while food to feed the workers to be more enthusiastic in doing his work.

‘This is a good opportunity for me so that I can have a longer time to memorize the book I bought yesterday.’

Looking at their enthusiasm, it felt like Haikal really did not have the heart to just leave them and destroy his hopes. Their desire is very noble, they only want to teach, can pray, that's all.

‘Then where are the religious savvy people they mean?’ Haikal wondered for himself. For even today, there is no sign that the man will come. Unfortunately, where has the government been? Why is this village so abandoned?

There were some children who went to school at the time. But a simple school that only teaches how to read, write, and count. That's the willingness of some people who really care about the future of the children around.

They don't wear uniforms. Books and pencils are put in plastic bags. Every morning, they walk in tandem in flip-flops to what they consider school. So Haikal saw for two days he was here.

On the third day, the renovation was completed. The mosque which was originally like an old, unkempt warehouse has now been transformed into a beautiful place of worship in the eye. And it was at that moment that his existence here was questioned by one of the neighboring pillars.

“So, when can we start teaching, Ustaz?” ask the same as last day.

“Oh, it—that's later tonight,” Haikal replied looking worried. He still doubts himself because he is afraid of not having a good public speaking.

“Alright then later I announce to all citizens, yes.”

“Iya, please Mr. RT.”

“By the way, Ustaz Salman where did he come from? From yesterday I haven't had time to ask this.”

“I'm from Pesok,” Haikal replied. This time he wasn't lying, he was born from there.

“Oh, a little far from here. One hour on foot.”

“Betul, Sir.”

“Still alone or already have a wife?” The RT asked again, maybe for just a little talk or something.

“Self.”

“I pray, hopefully hastened yes, Ustaz.”

“Insyaallah, aamiin.”

But without Haikal knowing, this RT even announced to the public that he was still jomlo— so suddenly many girls of smallness who teased him and offered themselves.

From that moment on, there was plenty of food in Beren's house from the girls to take his heart. Unfortunately, Haikal did not respond because it already has its own heart patch.

“Why don't they tease Beren? Beren is also a bachelor. Strange, how is it different from me? After all, we also both have rods.”

That night has arrived. With mixed feelings, Haikal finally managed to stand in front of many people. At first the man looked very tense as this was for the first time for him to appear in public. But over time, he looked ordinary.

First of all, he said his greetings, then gave a short and simple welcome as he had heard first by other ustaz-ustaz. After completion, then he began to teach wudu to the worshipers; both men, and women who always seriously listen to every lecture.

“If teaching, please bring a book. In note. let's not forget,” his word makes everyone nod. “For, I cannot teach it twice. Tomorrow, we change another again because my time is not much.”

“Good, Ustaz,” answer everything simultaneously.

After he finished teaching wudu, he asked three men to come forward. To illustrate how to form a shaf (line of prayer) following his movement.

“Get, close your legs! Do not let there be a gap,” Haikal said to the three people.

“Why can't there be a gap, Ustaz?” one of the people asked. Looks very curious.

“Because if there is a gap, can be entered by the devil. It may disturb your prayers. Make your prayers unfocused. You don't want to, jeger same demon?”

“Tidaaaak!” everyone answers laughing.

Haikal then slightly bent down to arrange their legs, “Afwan, these legs in the open. And the size, the standard size of your shoulders. Don't overdo it to take shaf belonging to people.”

“Good, Taz...” answer everyone again while chuckling.

“Be sure to pray after you are sure and ready. It is better to have the fabric wrapped tightly so as not to sag or fall. Shame on the back until see.”

They were endlessly laughing because they not only heard the lecture, but also the entertainment after a tired day of work.

“Women too, hair tied, do not get out of the mucena you wear.”

Haikal again approached the three people he told forward earlier, exemplifying the movement of takbeer for men and justifying his position. “Well, yes, like this.”

“Awali your prayers with taawudz and basmalah readings. Audzu billihan minash syaithonir rojiim, bismillahirrahmaanirraahiim. That is to say, I seek refuge in Allah from the temptation of the accursed Satan, by reciting the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful. Slowly read it, no need to scream. Only priests can speak loudly. Makmum can not.”

“Whose imam is Ustaz Salman?” one of them asked.

“The first must be Muslim, both puberty or adult, the third sex male, the fourth healthy sense, the fifth able to read the Quran properly and correctly, the sixth is free from large and small hadas, the seventh is not tongue plate.”

They're nodding. Then Haikal ordered the three men to return to their seats when he finished explaining all his prayers.

The man breathed a sigh of relief when today's study was completed and he managed to answer the questions of everyone according to the sahih hadith he learned.

Luckily, he has a brilliant brain, so he does not bother to memorize a reading.

He said the study resumed two days later after he studied again. So, during those few days, he was only busy with reading in the room. No one should bother him.

Sometimes he became a priest at certain times of prayer. Because since his arrival and after renovation, the mosque became crowded visitors. Both men, women and even small children who teach hijaiyah letters.

“Oh, yes. How is Naya?” he muttered to himself at night. After his death, he did not give anything, even though he had a lot of money at that time. For another reason, she also could not bear because her ex-husband could have found her there and again tortured her.

“Really I want to see how it is!”

Mumpung Beren was asleep, Haikal also used the opportunity to go for a moment to visit Naya who he lived in the house of his late grandmother.

Using a torch, he penetrated the thick of the night trip. It was not difficult for him to find a way home. Because, yesterday he had already memorized where the location of the market he was very familiar with. An hour later, she finally made it to her late grandmother's house.

The arrival of Haikal was greeted strangely by Naya, the woman laughing at her new appearance now.

“Yes my goodness, Kal? What clothes are you wearing?”

“Long story, I am Ustaz now.”

“Where is possible? You're a thug.”

But Haikal did not heed the question, he asked something else that had been stuck in his mind since then, “How are you doing, are you safe here?”

“You rest easy I'm safe.”

“Yang right? Does Musfira not bother you?” Haikal.

“It looks like he doesn't know I'm here yet.”

Haikal take his money out of pocket, “This is money, you can use to buy your needs.”

Seeing Naya who seemed reluctant to accept his gift, making Haikal then forcefully pull his hand. “Wear, it's halal money. I got it from the congregation yesterday. They often secretly put money in my pocket without me knowing.”

“I'm getting dizzy hearing it, Kal..” Naya frowned. What kind of behavior is this guy doing? Is he now selling religion to earn money after retiring from thieves?

To deny Naya's suspicions, Haikal recounted everything that happened to her yesterday until she was dressed like this now. Starting from him stealing, in traps, in search of police, then wearing strange clothes and considered a religious scholar.

Naya bobbing head. “You're all there is. But after this, finish all your games and apologize. You think the show was fun? No, Kal. You are feeling more sinful.”

Haikal. He did plan to end it, but later after all his tasks were done—including taking the heart of Rosyadah, his lady of worship who for a few days kept secretly watching him. Haikal knew this, but he had deliberately allowed it to make Rosyadah more curious. Because of the many things he learned, the more indifferent the man's attitude, the more expensive his self-esteem will be in the eyes of a woman.

“So, when will you be honest with them?” ask Naya again.

“Later, I again targeted one of the girls there,” Haikal replied bluntly.

And when Haikal sounded adoring, suddenly Naya's face changed. But it seems Haikal was unaware of this, because Naya immediately lowered her head.

In fact, he had hoped for more because of the attention he received yesterday. But it was broken today as well.

He felt dwarfed and meant nothing. Especially if you remember who he is. In terms of age or status. But that's fine, it's better than knowing later, precisely after more hope.

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seriated.

Please be aware that typo. not too focused if nulis in the stomach kruyuk2🤣

The important thing is yes!

Jngan forget the love.may his fast smoothly ampe maghrib.