WHEN THE HEART CHOOSES

Episode 30's

Neither Arleta nor Marianne opened their voices, they were silent with their hands still held by Marianne. Isakan Arleta was also no longer heard just his tears that seemed reluctant to stop falling.

Arleta normalized her hunting breath, she let go of Marianne's hand and hugged her shaken body at Marianne's words.

Marianne, the girl sighed harshly and got up from her seat.

"I want to pray Isha first Ta." He walked to the bathroom in the kitchen. It looks like he's going to take ablution back.

After taking ablution he stepped into the room he occupied but Arleta was no longer there. Marianne could only smile wryly considering how devastated Arleta was over everything that happened. Marianne admitted that this was not easy for Arleta to go through especially she was still twelve years old and she was a woman.

After performing the Isha prayer, he took the Qur'an which was in the bag he always carried. Marianne opens juz 29 and reads Surah Al-mulk.

Marianne continued chanting the holy verse with her gentle voice, as if she were deeply touched by the verse by verse that was written in the leaflet.

Inside the room, Arleta was sobbing while tightly smothering her mouth. He was worried, the anger was still there tucked in his heart, but hearing Marianne's words earlier and hearing the chanting of Surah Al-mulk that Marianne recited made Arleta's body shaken violently. His heart felt tight, when did he last hold the Qur'an? When did he last read it?

Marianne's words now seemed to be spinning inside her head.

'Sometimes we think that our prayers are never answered. God answered him in another way. It's just that, we are too selfish to realize it because we want answers that are in accordance with our wishes...'

'Would you stay away from the Khaliq everything be accomplished? Is it with you that you hate the Khaliq everything you will accomplish?'

'Love them with their happiness there, you don't have time to meet them in the world, so try to meet them later with happiness'

Arleta closed her eyes feeling her head dizzy for a moment. The feeling he felt when he was very chaotic, all mixed together.

After putting his bag on the table, he also laid his body next to Arleta, but before that he first cleaned the mattress with a sarong and read Surah An-Nas, Al-Falah, and Al-Ikhlas three times and Al-Fatiha then swept it all over his body, after which he recited a sleep prayer and closed his eyes.

After Marianne slept, Arleta opened her eyes slowly. Actually, he did not sleep, he just closed his eyes to reduce the tightness he felt.

He got up slowly and walked to the bathroom in the kitchen, after finishing he returned to the room and opened the wooden cabinet and then took out the face with the prayer mat there.

Arleta prayed, for the first time she felt troubled in her prayer, for the first time she cried in prayer. There was no sobbing, but his tears kept flowing and his lips trembled as he uttered the letters in the Qur'an.

His last bow was deliberately long, he prayed at his last prostration. Pour out prayers and say Istighfar repeatedly in the heart.

After the prayer, he walked towards Marianne's bag and took the Qur'an in it. First he opened the Surah of Al-Fath, his lips quivering as he began to read verse by verse that was there.

At two o'clock in the morning Marianne opened her eyes. He yawned and rose from his sleep, Marianne's habit of every night would wake up and perform prayers in the middle of the night. At first he frowned not feeling her figure Arleta at the side.

He got up from the bed and walked out of the room, how surprised he saw the figure he was looking for sitting with his hands in front of his face and looked down. From where he stood he could hear a soft sound full of sobbing coming out of Arleta's lips.

'I beg you to forgive your servant, O Allah, forgive your servant who has forgotten and even hated you. Forgive your servant for blaming me for what happened to me.'

'Forgive me, forgive my servant, O Allah.'

'O Allah, I long for the family of my servants. In the world the servant cannot see his face, help the servant to be able to see it later, in Your Heaven, O God.'

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