You're Not the First

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After Daniel's departure, the two women of the same age were both resting their feet in the small living room where Sofiyah and her mother were staying. Although now it has been flooded with treasure but the woman who gave birth to Basofi was not uncomfortable sitting in a very simple place.

They both feel from the Javanese tribe and married people of Chinese descent who have just converted to Islam so they can share and understand each other.

Basofi sits on the edge of the higher terrace floor a few feet off the ground. He put his hands on his feet to support his head. The man who always looked arrogant listened to the story that glided from the mouth of his mother who was in the living room with Sofiyah and her mother.

"Basofi's father had only converted to Islam a short time before we were married because it was a condition that I asked him to marry me. Bad intentions at the time. I know he's from a family and I need money to get on with my life and for my mother's medical expenses.

In the end we got married without her family's knowledge and I didn't bother about it because she was so nice to me and my mom.

Basofi's father was very attentive to us. Whatever our needs he will have enough of them. What I'm so grateful for is that she's been so attentive to my mother's health. Take her to the hospital and give her the best service until she dies and I no longer have any relatives.

And it turns out that God's scenario goes on unexpectedly. I contained Basofi which made us very happy. Especially me who just got bullied. His presence is a gift and solace. Makes me have the spirit to live life again in the future.

Shortly after, his family found out that we were married and forced him to leave me if he did not want to be expelled from the family. She also gave me the excuse of not being able to divorce me because I was pregnant with her child, her flesh and blood, who is a descendant of her family.

Ever since they came to our house I was so afraid of being separated from my husband because he was the only family I had.

But he can always make me feel comfortable and believe that we will stay together and it is proven that they never come again.

After Basofi was born, everything was revealed. His family came with a woman who I later found out she was my honeymoon. They took pictures with Basofi and explained that the child I gave birth to would be recognized by his second wife as his child and I was not considered part of their family at all.

My husband was forced to admit everything. He said that he had married Meyra a few months earlier because it was a condition of his family that we could stay together.

My heart was broken to pieces when I heard which woman could hear if her husband had a wife other than himself. I wanted to get mad at him beat him up until I was satisfied but I couldn't say anything when I saw his shoulder face.

After I remember, he was never mean to me, never played a hand and anything. What I see is that he loves me more and more.

I can accept the situation slowly . After all, he always came home and Basofi also remained in my care even though at the time of the event Basofi will participate with his father and stepmother to be introduced to his relatives and colleagues as sons them.

The emotionally draining storytelling event had to stop because of the sound of the voice of Isyak reverberating.

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After the tahlilan event and all the guests came home including Basofi and his mother now lives Sofiyah and the mother who was chatting.

The woman sighed before starting the story.

"People say that your papi converted to Islam because he wanted to marry a mother when it was not true at all."

Mr. Basuki once told Sofiyah how his spiritual journey to finally firmly choose to convert to Islam.

Frequent business dealings with Muslim entrepreneurs make him interested in their low profile personality and not too passionate to achieve something and not too sad if the failure to say hello. That is life, they say. Sometimes below sometimes above. Our job as human beings is to work hard and then pray and after that let fate do the talking.

From there he began to study Islam by discussing and reading various literacy. Mr. Basuki was getting comfortable with the knowledge he had gained and was getting thirsty to want to sip again and again.

He felt he had found the answers to many questions that had long since gnawed at the soul and heart. Finding if Islam is in accordance with ideology that goes hand in hand with science and reason.

And every time he heard the morning prayer ringing he always woke up and part of his heart cried out crying to come towards the voice that he knew the place was a mosque.

The peak when his heart was no longer calm and thrashed wanted to be released. Feeling restless not knowing the direction makes his feet step without him alone can control it.

He gasped in surprise when he heard the prayer ringing and he was already standing in front of the mosque gate. Mr. Basuki looked to the right and to the left to see where he was.

It turned out that his footsteps took him to the mosque near the square which was quite far from his workplace earlier.

Some people started to enter the courtyard of the mosque. Some are walking, some are riding bicycles and some are riding motorcycles. It is also seen that some mothers who wear face-to-face walk with their children who are well dressed because they want to worship in the holy and noble house of the Lord.

Long time he observed the movements of the people who came there until the sound of the Adhan was changed with the sound of iqomah.

Mr. Basuki ventured to step his foot into the courtyard of the mosque. From his place he could see people who were standing neatly lined up and then heard the sound of "Allohu akbar".

Slowly he took off his shoes as he had seen before then to the ablution place. Wash your face and feet and then go inside the mosque and stand in the back, away from the men's shof. His heart was pounding at the movements of those who were praying. There was a man who stood at the front that he knew named the priest from the book he read like giving a cue with the phrase Allohu akbar and the people who stood behind him then followed him in unison.

Mr. Basuki then started to approach and stood a distance of roughly one meter behind the last shof.

He began to follow the movements of the people in front of him while looking up repeatedly to determine whether his movements had changed or not.

When she prostrated her tears out because she felt calm and happiness like someone who had been adventuring for a long time and could finally return home.

Until after the greetings and people began to wiridan Pak Basuki remained in his sitting position and just listened while repeatedly rubbing his tears.

Actually, he was afraid that the Muslims in the mosque would throw him out when he found out he was non-Muslim. But it was unexpected that they even shook his hand with a smile when they saw him. Makes her heart happier.

And from that day he began to routinely go to musolla or to the mosque when the Adhan roared. There is no fear when entering a mosque or musholla anywhere he is because the Muslim welcome is always the same. Warm and familial, exuding an aura of happiness as well as calmness.

After discussing with some imams he met, he established himself to convert to Islam with all the consequences