Your hijab warms me

Chapter 28 I Want Him to Heal

"Gisele what are you doing?"

That's Ricardo. He asked in a loud and angry tone.

But then James stood up.

"Please speak politely to women, don't yell at them!" Beware James. Suddenly the atmosphere in the cafe became dark gripping, Thunder grabbed between the two.

"Don't interfere!" Ricardo said with a sharp and angry look at James.

"Obviously I have to interfere, I don't want my friend to be bullied, anything else with a guy like you, who doesn't have manners" James said

I have to act.

"It's James, he's a guy I know, thank you for breakfast but there's something I need to talk to him about"

"Alright, but if there's anything you can run from her and come back here again, I'll be waiting for you."

"No James, you don't have to wait for me, you can go home first, I appreciate your kindness"

"Well, Gisele,"

"Come...!" Take me to Ricardo, I walk first and Ricardo follows me from behind.

I took her to a park where there were very few people, because I didn't like to fight if there were a lot of people.

Arriving at the park.

"What's wrong? " Ask me

"I.... What did you do just now, then,? Already, why did you just leave without my permission?if you want to go home, I can take you home"

"I've left a note for you"

"Yes.... But you're not talking to me directly!" Her tone was a little harsh but a little sad as well. I'm a little surprised Ricardo's usual cold, hard-to-read mind now he looks more vulnerable.

"I'm afraid of you"

"What did I do? I didn't do anything bad"

"Indeed, but what you showed me, it scared me"

"You said you'd bring someone to the terms of the deal, but why did you run away?was that the guy who was with you?is she your boyfriend?"

Ricardo lowered his head and clenched his hands looking angry as well as looking sad.

"Yes, there's someone I know, I want you to meet him, and James, he's a friend I just met"

"Why are you so easy to make friends with strangers?"

You didn't know Ricardo was so persistent, so inevitably I accepted a friend request from him. Say me in my heart.

"Who am I friends with, it's none of your business! You have no right to rule me"

"But.... I'm...."

"You're not my girlfriend! Or husband! I don't like being set up all you want!"

"When did you meet me with your friend? I don't want you to run away from me, Gisele"

His tone was like begging.

"As far as you are" I replied.

"What if it's late afternoon?" Ask Ricardo

"All right"

"Yes, I don't think there's anything we need to discuss anymore, excuse me. I'm going home first"

"All right"

I went back to the apartment room, I didn't think Ricardo would comply, and he didn't yell at me, instead his look was pitiful. Butwhy?

I'm a little curious as to what makes it like that. It's true that I'm afraid of him, but honestly he still controls my heart. I want to run, but I also want to help her.

I took my cell phone and called Mr. Ustadz, so hopefully he can help me.

On the second ring, Mr. Ustadz answered my call

"Assalamualaikum Gisele, how are you doing? How is Rahma good too?"

"Alhamdulillah good sir" sir Ustadz Rahman is his uncle Rahma, he likes me ruqyah people in the way Ruqyah Syar'iyyah.

Ruqyah syar’iyyah is a healing therapy technique by reciting verses of the Quran and do’a-do’a which mu’abaroh to patients/people in ruqyah, in accordance with the provisions of the Quran and As-Sunnah as exemplified in the time of the Prophet.

Ruqyah also became one of the media to fortify themselves from magic interference. The practice of ruqyah syar’iyyah is in line with the Quranic verse of Surat Al-Isro verse 82 which explains that the Quran was revealed as medicine for humans.

Maybe Ricardo wasn't exposed to magic but he was sick, in terms of his psyche.

"Is this Gisele calling you?"

Ask mr. ustadz

"So sir, there's a friend of mine, he's a little abnormal, so if you have time later in the afternoon, you can help me to ruqyah my friend is sir?"

"Alright Gisele later makan. Hem.. if it can run out ashar aja or what? In the mosque of Al-Mukaramah near the father's house."

"Yes sir may, but this sir I also want to ask for help, my friend is not Islam, and I want him to be able to convert to Islam also sir, if you can advise him, or teach her maybe she wants to convert to Islam"

"Look Gisele, maybe the father can direct, but if to force him to convert to Islam it is not true, because the guidance may be accepted or rejected by your friend, as in Surah Al-Kafirun verse 6 which reads:

Lakum is the law of waliyadin which means for you your religion, and for me, my religion.

In the verse contains a meaning about the importance of sticking to aqidah that is by not mixing the worship of Islam with the followers of other religions. As for the meaning of lacum in law waliyadin according to Imam Ibn Jarir Ath-Thabari is,

"For you your religion, do not leave it forever because it has been sealed over you. And it has been established that you will not part from it and that you will die on it. I also did not leave my religion forever. Because it was known long ago that I would not convert to any other religion." (Tafsir Ath Thobari, 24:704)

So is Gisele, but if you really want your friend to convert to Islam and become mu'alaf of his own accord, maybe you can help"

"Yes sir, hopefully he can change, thank you sir for the time to see you later in the afternoon, sir? Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Rahma's sir hung up on her.

For a while maybe I will only help him to recover from his illness, but if the problem of converting to Islam, I also can not force it.

If he's my soul mate, nowhere to go, I don't have to worry about that.

I sent a message to Ricardo, Fill in the message, 'you can meet me on the road jasmine no 56, at 4 pm'

That is the address of Al-Mukaramah mosque in Bandung city, hopefully he will.

I don't feel like time just passes, though,

I waited for Ricardo in front of the mosque at 15:45 lapse of 5 minutes he came and with an astonished face approached me.

"You know Gisele, I'm not Islam?why did you bring me here?"

"Yes I know, and it's up to you, you come with me inside, or you come home, and don't expect to see me again!"

Maybe the way I was wrong threatened her a little, not necessarily I was important to her, but the way it worked, she followed me into the mosque.