When Dusk Passes
Julaebib Who Missed An Angel
Azka was not out of thought, only through one statement that no more than four words had made him and his best friend were two people who did not look to know each other.
Azka intended to call Lira, but she expressed her intention. He started typing the message then deleting it again, typing again and then deleting it. I don't know how many minutes he did that.
Aghhh......
Finally he snorted in annoyance while throwing his phone on the bed. Before long the phone rang, there was a call sign there. He grabbed his phone lazily.
Ronald's name is on the screen.
Azka.
" Assalamualaikum." A guy from across there.
" Waalaikumsalam, hey Ron how are you? " Azka answered enthusiastically.
" Thank God, how are you?" Ask Ronald.
" Thank God be healthy, tumben called. You're back home, right?" Ask Azka.
" It just so happens that I'm on semester break so I go home, I'm at home?" Ask Ronald again.
" I just got home from my internship at the Hospital, now I'm home." Answer Azka.
" I'm playing there, right?" Ask Ronald.
" Sheep, I'll wait." Reply Azka.
Ronald was Azka's playmate from childhood. He used to be one Kindergarten, SD to SMP together. When their High School was separated, because Ronald chose to continue his education at an official bond school in Java.
It did not take long for Ronald to get to Azka's house, because indeed their house was only less than 1 km away.
The weather was a little cloudy, when the two friends met, they missed each other.
" Yes, your room does not change" Ronald saw Azka's room in a minimalist design, neat and not too many accessories.
Azka was just a whimper while shuffling her back hair.
"It's Ron's holiday?" Ask Azka.
"lumayan, 2 months." Ronald answered while looking at the book display neatly lined up on the shelf.
" Wow, it's really good to have a 2-month holiday." Azka said in amazement.
" We don't take Ron's vacation, UAS is directly apprenticed." Connect Azka.
" Oh yeah. Poor dong." Ronald's reply scoffed.
" Lira how are you?" Ask Ronald again.
Deggs...
Something felt like something was free-falling from Azka's throat, speeding through the heart and brukk to the bottom of the stomach.
" Yellow... Ka, what's wrong with you?" Ronald asked as he waved his hand in front of Azka.
" Hahh, no, no." Answer Azka.
Hmmmmm....
Ronald looked at her suspiciously.
" What's the same with Lira?"
" You shot him?" Ronald's question was right on target.
Seeing Azka's reaction, Ronald knew that his guess was correct.
Azka just put his shoulder, he was not sure if the incident at that time was a shooting category or not.
" How are you going?" Ron asked curiously.
" I don't know, he deliberately stayed away from me." Azka said it looks resigned.
" Patience bro."
" Do you know Julaebib?" Ask Ron.
" Who is Julaebib? Your neighbor?" Azka asked back.
" Husss, open it."
" Julaebib was one of the Prophet's companions." Denying Ron.
" Continue, what is my relationship with Julaebib?" Azka slightly squinted her eyes.
" Julaebib is a friend of the Prophet who has a very fitting look, so fitting right and his, no one wants to be with him." Ron started to tell me.
"Certainly? you mean I look the same as Julaebib?" Azka.
" Yeshaaaaaa."
"Open looks, but the fate is similar, the same - rejected girls." Ron sneered while laughing.
" Lira didn't let Ron down, maybe he needed some time to understand his own feelings." Typal Azka with a wise-ass expression.
" What's the matter with Julaebib?" Ask Azka.
" Had shot a lot of girls, wanted to be a wife. But no one wants to. Finally he arrived, he came to the mosque. He sat in the mosque. The Prophet came. The Prophet asked Julaebib." Ron paused for a moment.
" What apostle to Julaebib?" Azka begins to wonder about Ron's story.
Ron continued his story after taking a short breath.
[ "Oh Julaebib, why are you moody?" Ask Rasulullah.
" O Messenger of Allah, I have shot a lot of girls to be made a wife but no one is interested in being my wife, even a slave was rejected. I guess if I can't in the world, in the hereafter I can't be Allah's Messenger." Julaebib asked the Prophet.
Prophet smiled. Then answer.
" You shall have a soul mate in this world and in the Hereafter, Julaebib."]
" Ohaha, yeah ."
"Julaebib is desperate." Cut Azka suddenly.
" Truly ka, the characteristics if you have begun to despair, if you can not pray in the world please in the afterlife, O God." Said Ron chiming.
" So on..." Azka asks Ron to continue his story.
[" Finally the Prophet made a letter of application to Julaebib addressed to the daughter of a famous ruler rich and honorable in the city of Mecca.
Because he felt that every order of the Apostle was a command of Allah that must be carried out, the woman also wanted to accept the proposal of Julaebib who in fact had the appearance of a potluck, poor as well. Different 180 degrees the same beautiful and rich girl.
The wedding will be soon. Julaebib was preparing for his wedding. The word of the command to fight on the battlefield. Of course Julaebib chose to join the war, but if he could choose he could choose not to join the war and continue to carry out his marriage.
But his love for God and his religion is more than anything else. Julaebib fought in the front row. And he was martyred on the battlefield. He chose martyrdom rather than having to spend the night with the beautiful wife he should have married that day.
When the Prophet approached the body of Julaebib, the Prophet saw the angel beside Julaebib. The angel invited Julaebib to be her husband in the afterlife.]
" Julaebib God's Masyaa." Azka clucked in admiration.
" So, you're not going to PDKT to Lanya." Timpal Ron sok.
" So who do I have to PDKT ? same mother then?" Tanya Azka.
" Yeshaa...."
"Yes not it"
" If you want PDKT tuh to the one who has his heart. God has the heart of Lira. He's all heart-pushing, it's easy for God to make Lira fall in love with you, if Lira is your soul mate." Ron said.
Azka.
Ron's words were right. This friend of his is wise in every way.
