Wrong Khitbah
44. SK : THE PATIENT IS LOVED BY A MATE
Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, the readers SALAH SERMON. After this story ends will be revised again yak, because there are still many typo and other mistakes. Moreover, the chapter of many semalem typo and sentence is not clear, because the nulis while drowsiness, some more trus merup wake again, it mulu. For that keep supporting Author with likes, comments, rate 5 yah. For flowers or coffee also dong.tenang.ana ga ask for a vote kok only that doang. Ana realizes ana's story is not as good as others, so just use the vote for a work that is good and cool for you. Okee🙈
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Suddenly Linda and Dini come up to him and startle him from a close distance. In a hurry he hid the letter and he unconsciously put it in his suitcase.
"Well.."
"L-yes what's wrong?" Said Zahwa who was still neutralizing his heartbeat. Like a man caught wet stealing.
" Yok to Masjid, we pray first. That Abis ate yuk meatballs?" Say Linda
"Afwan, ana is menstruating. After antuma finished praying we will go eat meatballs" said Zahwa
"Yes khayr" they answered compactly
"Oh.iya. Anti want to stop by Zah?" Ask Here
"La (no)"
"Then?"
"Ana's going to Bang Azzam's house, this holiday"
"Well, go to town P ?"
"Na'am, ana is not home but directly to the city of P" Zahwa explained
"Ooooo" Linda and Dini form their mouths like the letter O
"Round"
"Print"
"Chew"
"Let's go" stop Early. Then they left Zahwa who was still busy with his belongings.
After finishing 'em, Zahwa went to the place of the Da'i exkul. He saw many santri brothers who were studying there. His smile was glimpsed by the spirit of lara Santri. Very satisfying to his appearance.
Not far from where he is. Zahwa approached a Hadroh training cabin. He saw the agility and cohesiveness of a group in playing their respective tools. No one realized the situation, until they continued to pray without realizing their Istadzah was behind them.
Their nature is like Dini and Linda who seem cheerful, jovial and.bar-bar, they do not continue the practice even laugh together mocking each other because there are some of them who piss while singing. Seeing their laughter, Zahwa just shook his head huh and intended to leave the place.
He had not yet turned perfect. He was called by someone whom he knew very well. It was Ustadzah Rifa.
"Na..sini" call her. Zahwa turned around
"Yes khayr Ustadzah"
" Let's go here..." Ustadzah Rifa waved her hand.
"It sounds good, let's hear Ustadzah Na singing. Group C is following it. How agree?" the Ustadzah Rifa
"Agreed!!" Excite them all.
"Eh-an's voice is ordinary. Better Ustadzah kok" said Zahwa
"Ah.no. Come on Na, get started"
Eventually he relented and sat down among the other players.
This time he performed the song 'Man Ana'
Man Ana means "who I am". The lyrics of this song come from sholawat which tells how someone without the services and guidance provided by the figure of the teacher as well as expressions of love for the teacher.
Zahwa took a breath and threw it away slowly.
"Bismillah
Man ana ana ana, man ana laulaakum
Kaifa maa hubbukum kaifa maa ahwaakum {2x}
Maa siwaaya wa laa ghoirokum
Laa wa man fiil mahabbah ‘alayya wulaakum
Antum antum muroodii wa antum qoshdii
Laisa ahadun fiil mahabbati shivaakum ‘indii
Man ana ana ana, man ana laulaakum
Kaifa maa hubbukum maa ahwaakum{2x}
Kullamaa zaadanii fii hawaakum wajdii
Qultu yaa saadatii muhjatii tafdaakum
Lau qotho’tum wariidii bihaddi maadlii
Qultu wallaahi ana fii hawakum roodlii
Man ana ana ana, man ana laulaakum
Kaifa maa...ahwa..√√√ kum..."
Zahwa closed his last sentence in a slow tempo with his mainstay clutch.
'haaah...'
"Small.prok..prok..." Applause echoed in the cottage. Zahwa's voice is not in doubt.
"Ma is Allah...Ma is Allah...Ma is Allah...." The words of praise continued to be given to Zahwa because his voice was able to penetrate their qalbu. Zahwa responded with a smile.
"Tuh.kan real.anti his voice is good.ma shea Allah..." Ustadzah Rifa's speech made Zahwa blush in embarrassment.
"It's lucky to be anti-husband later" said one of them. Hearing that Zahwa became sad again. I don't know if the certainty he did not get.
Zahwa lowered his head, squeezing his fingers. When he saw the clock on his wrist. His eyes were already fifteen minutes long. From the time you finish praying, it means Linda and Dini are waiting and are definitely looking for it.
"Syukron at his invitation, ana is in a hurry. Ana pamit yes...Ustadzah...Assalamu'alaikum" said Zahwa directly went to the Dormitory.
Once there he did not see the existence of the two god beings. He looked for her to the gate and rightly they were waiting for her there with their sharp gazes.
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Zahwa is at the airport. He had arrived at the P town where Bang Aazam lived and his brother-in-law Helwa. Bang Azzam took care of one of the company branches of Father Ali in the city of P and happened to be his old house Helwa relics of his parents are also not far from the city and not to enter the interior.
Zahwa yawned several times from behind his Niqab. He was not satisfied when he slept on the plane. He pulled out his cell phone and pressed the emergency call he had set with a certain letter for no Azzam.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...Brother.." said Zahwa sticking a cellphone in his ear
"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" said someone from behind him made him immediately turn around.
GREB !
He hugged Azzam in the crowd. Many have watched them. Make Azzam tekekeh amused with Zahwa's attitude which is still the same as little Zahwa.
"Sir..." Soft Azzam vibrancy.
"Eh..Astaghfirullah.." said Zahwa suddenly took off his arms and hid behind Azzam.
"Ehehehe, tah.sini. Gapapa, let's go" Azzam pulled Zahwa's hand and one more hand pulled Zahwa's suitcase.
After a 45-minute journey. Finally they arrived at a minimalist house with white and brown paint. Zahwa came down and Azzam dragged Azzam's suitcase from behind.
"Assalamu'alaikum"
Tok.dok...
"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" said a soft voice of someone from behind the door.
Before long the door opened.
Ceklek~
It was a beautiful woman who welcomed them.
"aaa...Zahwa.." said Helwa.
"Yes...Ka" replied Zahwa smiling and then yapping Helwa, after which they embraced. Forgetting someone who's been in Winuin.
"Khemm.." dehem Azzam while staring at the ceiling of the terrace
"Eh astaghfirullah.sorry Abi.." Helwa hurriedly approached Azzam and grabbed Azzam's hand and kissed him.
Azzam pretended not to return Helwa's treatment, making Helwa angry.
"Sorry.sorry.." persuade Helwa with her puppy eyes. Azzam saw it was eager to laugh butu he could bear.
"Abiii.ii.ii" Helwa's whine returned.
"That's...Abii.." Helwa pursed her lips and her forehead wrinkled
"Ahahahahah, yes, here" said Azzam finally could not hold back his laughter. After that he pulled Helwa in his arms and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry my wife too.that's why if the husband comes directly in salim not in wine"
"Yes, promise no more" said Helwa smiling sweetly.
They looked at each other with Helwa still in Azzam's support.
"Khemm...O Allah.patience. Patient people in love. Humaira... It's hot in here" said Zahwa, shaking his hand.
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the trail don't stay.
