WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 3 - Discussion

The bright blue sky began to fade, replaced by a reddish yellow twilight. This afternoon each self has no personal activities. They decided to stay in the room and gather for longer to be more mature about the events of Ramadan and interspersed with chatter and jokes, laughter.

Silvi who was sitting opposite Ihsan at the task table of the Teen Leader. Asma and Asyam who were also accompanied by Syahrul, they sat on the floor with their respective laptops. Syahrul joined to discuss what events will be made. Nadia, Salwa and Zidan discuss the consumption of iftar together for the Jama’ah mosque.

“asma the new can 4 activities, which God willing we all can be active in these activities. Iftor jama’I, Ta’jil On The Road, sahur together, and tadarus. Actually want to be held between dawn lectures or dhuha lectures, but worry no one fill.” Clear Asthma.

“if dawn is certain, ma. If dhuha, good too. Try later proposed only during deliberation to two.” Sahut Syahrul's.

“bang fun roughly if dhuha can fill no ?” ask Syahrul.

“god saturday and ahad, can. If it's a normal day, I work.” The answer.

“if the average can only be a weekend, then dhuha lectures are opened every Saturday and Sunday only. But if on an ordinary day there are willing, then dhuha lectures will be active every day.” Asthma with a happy smile.

“oke. Later we ask their willingness to fill the lecture dhuha.” Said Syahrul who also had fun.

Meanwhile, Salwa and Nadia are detailing consumption funds for iftor the pilgrims’ah mosque. While written on paper. Zidan just sat and watched.

Zidan Misbah Sa’dan, a neighbor and close friend of Syahrul. Zidan is a simple yet intelligent man. Currently his activities are only as a mentor and marbot in one of the mosques that hold the Amil Zakat Institution (LAZ) as well as holding mentoring activities every week in the mosque which is housed like a spacious hall.

“to ta’jil we use same date tea. Laluuu ..” said Salwa while thinking.

“heavy food will take turns, if there are more funds in the cash, we use. If not, maybe ask for help from the community around.” Selak Zidan while playing his cell phone.

“hmm, can too. Yaseudah will be discussed again.” Nadia.

Nadia Elfira Syahidah, a girl who is smart in educating children. As per her profession as a teacher in one of kindergartens and working as a radio announcer in the afternoon. Nadia is famous as a girl who speaks good words and is wise as well as a patient person.

Adhan maghrib has reverberated, many people are walking towards the mosque. People who sell at night outside the fence of the mosque, leave their wares to perform maghrib prayers in the mosque. Ihsan, Asyam and his friends went out of the room to worship and perform maghrib prayers berjama’ah. Silvi and Salwa remained in the room because they were idle.

Silvi Damayanti, 25th year old girl. One birth with Ihsan on the land of Jakarta. His attitude is gentle, mature and kind to others. Reportedly he has been betrothed by a young man born in Java, the son of his father's friend. But his figure until now has not been shown to his teenage friends. Silvi is an independent girl, working, attending college and funding her two younger siblings to attend school. Silvia and Salva, they were twins and sat on the bench of Madrasa Aliyah level 1.

“ka silvi, so our funds for activities are how many ka ?” tanya Salwa approached Silvi who was still in

Ihsan desk.

“if the balance of ramadhan does not exist. If the rest of our cash there are about eight millions.” Silvi.

“hmm ..” murmur Salwa.

“kan we also want to spread proposals to surrounding companies to ask for their participation. Later also want to ask for additional funds to the manager of the mosque.” Clearly again.

“hmm .. ka silvi his wedding plans when, hehe ..” Ask Salwa in a joking manner.

“hii ko so discuss marriage si .. Pray yes, not well spiced up. Just wait for the invitation.” Silvi said with a smile.

“salwa when will it follow ?” Silvi Ledek.

“ih kaka, I just started college, ka. The candidate has not looked over. But .. pray for the same young man this one, hihihi ..” joked Salwa.

“hayo , the youth of which ..” urged Silvi while joking.

The Jama’ah mosque scattering out of the mosque to wear sandals. There are also some who still live in the mosque to read the Qur’an while waiting for the arrival of isya time. Ihsan, Asham and Zidan went back up the stairs. But not with Syahrul, who pulled his bike out of the parking lot.

“rul, where are you going?” Asked Ihsan who was slightly shouting because of his position which was close to the secretariat door.

“usual, bang ihsan. Open the shop first.” The answer.

“fast turning yes.” Said Ihsan with his smile.

“ready, bang.” Reply Syahrul.

Shahrul Ramadan. The son of Mr. Shahdan who owns a chicken restaurant on the side of the highway which is 1km from his residence which is 100 meters from the mosque. Syahrul only lived with his father, his mother died since he sat on the bench of the 3rd floor Tsanawiyah Madrasah. Before the national exam. Now the state of economy is better since his father opened a restaurant on the side of the road. Room

spacious enough to arrange tables and chairs, as well as the kitchen at the back. Again, Asthma is the one who helps organize and decorate the room. His father loved Asma as his daughter was also highly respected because she was the daughter of the Ustadz and Ustadzah families who were well-regarded in the neighborhood.

“assalamu’alaikum, sir. “ Syahrul said while lifting the rooling door.

“wa’alaikumsalam .. where not to help the father from afternoon ?” Said Mr. Shahdan who looks upset against his son.

“sorry, sir. Last time I met my teenage friends at the mosque.” Obviously Syahrul while lowering the bench hanging on the table.

“yasalah, instead. Syahrul help you close.” Syahrul.

“urusi only your business. Let father trade.” Said Mr. Shahdan while removing the chicken that had been seasoned to be sawn in the front window.

“don't be angry, sir. Syahrul has apologized and wants to make amends for martyrul.” Syahrul.

Suddenly Syahrul's phone vibrated, receiving a message from a friend.

“rul , me and other friends want to stop by the father's shop and have dinner there.”

“pak , asthma sms. Said he and friends would stop by and eat here.” Syahrul said happily.

“gener you, rul ?” ask Mr. Shahdan who joined rejoicing because of the sustenance from God for him will soon come from his son's friends.

“iya, sir. Bener.” Sahut Syahrul's.

“Alhamdulillah.” Said Mr. Shahdan.

“try contactin ihsan, well. Time ajah asma again the same ihsan and his friends in the mosque.” Said Ustadzah Zulfah who looked panicked.

“yasalah, mother can contact by phone home.” Ustad Hasan.

Ihsan and his friends have arrived at RM Syahdan (the name of the restaurant belongs to the father of Shahdan.) Mr. Shahdan is very happy every time he meets Asma, the daughter of a Ustadz whom he respects a lot. They gathered at the same long table and faced each other.

“hayo on what menu message is ?” ask the friendly Syahrul while holding the paper and pen in his hand.

“if asthma must be roasted chicken honey same warm orange, right ?” Say Shahrul with laughter.

“yes. Right, syahrul.” His mouth while smiling.

“apparently for this customer is very memorized his favorite.” Ledek Ihsan's.

“ah bang ihsan nii .. Don't be jealous, bang.” ledek Syahrul.

“forget it, forget it. I ordered chicken bemes same hot sweet tea.” Ihsan.

“oh, yes. Grilled chicken got me wrapped up yeah, later eaten at home. I ordered three.” Say the asthma gently.

“hmm . yes.” Sahut Syahrul's.

“the other ?” ask Syahrul who is ready to take notes again.

“we three just as rich in asthma, roasted chicken honey. Drink sweet tea with the same mango juice two.” Silvi.

“ready. Zidan same bang ashyam order what?” ask Syahrul.

“my chicken equal penyet orange warm.” Asyam.

“aku fried chicken same sweet tea only, rul.” Zidan.

“oke, awaited yaa.” Syahrul.

Suddenly Ihsan's phone vibrated signaling an incoming call. It's on her phone screen, mother zulfah.

“mother nelpfon, ma.” Ihsan said to Asma who was sitting in front of him.

“astaghfirullah. Try lifting up, bang. But …. Don't tell me about this yes.” Smell while showing

his fingers were bandaged.

Conversations by phone :

“wa’alaikumussalam .” Answer Ihsan.

“ihsan, where are you, son ?” Ask Mother Zulfah.

“ihsan again eat in his stall sir Shahdan, mother.” Answer Ihsan.

“mmhh .. is there asthma there?” Ask Mother Zulfah.

“ada, mom. Asthma definitely not ngabarin mother same father at home ya.” Ihsan.

“number could not be contacted. Mother worried, afraid of asthma why-why on the road.” Mother of Zulfah.

“god has nothing, mother. After the lecture, Ihsan asked for asthma to the mosque. Maybe his phone died so did not notify the mother. Now we all want to eat with other friends. After that, we all went home.” Ihsan.

“yasalah, titip asma ya. Don't be too late for home.” Mommy Say.

“insya allah.” Ihsan.

Asma also looked at Ihsan hoping that he would recount his conversation with Mother Zulfah, as well as Ihsan who looked at him as if he wanted to advise her. But in fact, Syahrul and his father broke his daydream by presenting several plates according to their respective orders.

“Alhamdulillah ..” said Silvi with a happy face.

“please enjoy, may it not disappoint.” Said Mr. Shahdan.

“god does not, sir. The proof is that roasted honey chicken is his favorite asthma.” Salwa was joking.

“iyah, definitely good ko, sir.” Connect Silvi.

“rul, join. We'd like to continue discussing that earlier.” Ihsan

“iya, bang.” Sahut Syahrul and walk to put the tray behind.

While eating dishes, they were a little talking to convey the results of the discussion of each task. For about 20 minutes they finished their food and cleaned their hands. They started the meeting at the dinner table.

“salwa, please note all friends' proposals. Syahrul please start the meeting.” Ihsan's Order.

“mmh .. sorry Ihsan, if you may propose the meeting we postpone until next week only, how ? I was afraid to talk about it again. And later please create a special group of committee only so that it can remain a discussion remotely.” Silvi.

“mhh .. can also. So for each division is prepared well yes. So that next week can be discussed completely, I will immediately make the group.” Ihsan.

They finished the meeting today. Everyone came back home on a motorcycle and some were on foot. Asma, Silvi and Salwa walked while talking until the opportunity to separate. Silvi who had to take the left lane to get to his house, as well as Salwa who turned to the right and Asma still walked straight.

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