Young Jurist
65. Reyhan POV
Today I was attending an important seminar on business development. Who knows if I can open another branch. In shaa Allah if Allah wills.
It's not that I'm chasing the world, is it, isn't it. My goal is to continue to develop businesses in addition to making a profit, also opening jobs for others.
I remember how hard it was for me to get a job. And I'll never forget that. I will tell my grandchildren how a struggle to become a successful person is not easy.
A Muslim must be rich. The richer, the more the. Not getting rich getting cocky. Na'udzubillah, don't let me be like that.
With the wealth of a Muslim, it is expected to be the main capital to develop the proselytization of Islam itself. Not only to spread knowledge, to carry out His commands and avoid His prohibitions, or polite behavior.
If we can do more, why half!
A great story that lays on my memory.
About the Prophet's friend, Abu Bakr Ash-Shiddiq who willingly spent 100% of his wealth for the struggle of Muslims at that time.
There is little fear in his heart of lack of food for himself and his family tomorrow, because the business of sustenance has become the absolute right of God.
Helping orphans, dhuafa, the poor around us, giving happiness to the family are just a few of the good things I can do.
Innaallaaha laa yuhliful mii'ad: Verily Allah will not break his promise.
And I believe fully in the promise of God.
If we spend our wealth in the way of God, God will replace it more.
And, thank God getting here, my business turnover continues to increase significantly. In fact, I was just set to be a successful Young Nurse at my age who hasn't turned 21. Because of my turnover that managed to overtake the turnover of my colleagues who earlier started his business.
"Alhamdulillahi bini'mati ta'timushsholih" I said gratefully.
In the midst of my drift because of this wonderful gift from God, suddenly my phone shook. I deliberately didn't open because the show wasn't over. But over time I feel uncomfortable also holding the vibration of the phone that is in the pocket of the shirt.
I immediately reached out, and saw who called me. Because all the employees have told me if I have an important event and do not want to be disturbed.
''Astaghfirullah. Why must he again." murmured me while keeping my mouth shut. I can't believe that woman always interfered with my life. Seeing who just called was Miss Laura.
I hurriedly received her phone call in a slightly whispered voice, afraid to be heard by my colleague.
"Why don't you pick up my phone every time I call?" as usual Miss Laura will spray me violently. I said my greetings first.
Why does he always test my patience. Why don't I just block the number from before. So as not to trouble me. But, blocking the numbers of others, is also the same as breaking the friendship.
Huh, yes I have received all the treatment. May I be able to take away my sins.
"Can I help you Miss?" greet me as gently as possible. Because facing a person who has a tempramental disposition should not be the same way, it should be as gentle as possible, so that his heart can feel comfort.
"Okay, where can I see you?" he said still with a tinge.
"I'm at the Miss star hotel." I replied politely.
"Wait until I get here, don't go anywhere" he said, turning off his phone.
Abaghfirullah, feel the sport my heart made. But why did he ask to see me.
What's he....
"Hey, why is your face like that?" one of my coworkers patted me on the shoulder which surprised me.
"That's nothing. I'm sorry it was a little noisy." I said with a shy smile. I listened to the material with focus.
Finally the initial material was finished as well. Participants are allowed to isoma first, before the next material to be started ba'da Isya. We hurried out of the room.
From a distance, Miss Laura was waiting for me with a sullen face.
Prepare your heart and mind to watch the lioness going on a rampage.
I finally walked closer.
"Assalamu'alaikum." say hello to me as gently as possible. And he immediately raised his head towards me.
Instantly I said Istighfar, hearing his absurd accusation.
"Why is your mind always bad for others? I just had a seminar on business development. It's a break, ba'da isya will resume the show. What is the need for Miss to see me." I replied while trying to hold back the anger in this chest over her fitnah.
"I want to return the holster you once lent to me during your studies. Nih." he said while offering a brown paper bag.
Huh, I thought I wanted to see me because there was something important, because I called me repeatedly. Turns out just wanted to return the holster. I just forgot about the scabbard, why he remembers.
Lhololhoh, that's not Laura's boyfriend. Why check in with other girls? Have they broken up? Or he cheated on me behind Miss Laura. If that's the case, then once Miss Laura. Uh, but what does it have to do with me.
"Hey! I'm talking to you. Why silence, fear?" miss Laura's voice surprised me and my gaze immediately turned to the lioness in front of me at this time, because since I saw a young couple who were drunk with romance.
"Oh, i_iya, yes I'm sorry for offending Miss. This is Maghrib time, yuk praying together." I tried to switch the conversation.
He quickly stood up and set his foot toward the main door. I swiftly pulled her hand to the side, not wanting to see her grieve at the behavior of her beloved boyfriend
"Don't touch me." he snapped angrily and then patted my hand, but I ignored him. Let him do to me as he pleases.
When it reached the hotel courtyard I immediately let go of his hand and apologized to him for being so presumptuous.
Well, predictably, he just kept quiet while pursing his lips. If she was my sister, I'd been pulling her lips since.
"If there is no need anymore I say I want to pray Maghrib first yes, fear of falling behind congregational prayers" I said goodbye.
"You want to leave me alone?" resounding.
'Oh, didn't he just leave here by himself? So I kept being blamed. Why are women like yarns?' my mind looked at Miss Laura who was also still like that.
"Oh yes already, then let's go to the mosque to perform the Maghrib prayer congregation." I said with a smile.
"I can't pray."
"Oh maybe again a hitch huh, so how good is this?"
ask me again because I was confused since earlier responding to his strange behavior the magic bin.
"As far as you are." That's the only word that came out of his mouth.
"Yes, if there is still something to say, wait for me to finish praying first. Now come with me to the mosque? Let your feelings be a little calmer." I said to give advice and hopefully he was not offended.
Finally he nodded and followed my steps to the mosque located across the street.
DEG!
Why is he holding my hand?
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