TERRA, THE BEST MOTHER
HIDAYAH VIRGOU STREET
Budiman came after taking Puspita and her mother. He handed the car keys to Virgou. Virgou handed the motor key to Terra's bodyguard.
"Take this, you take a break" said Virgou.
"Well, sir," said Budiman, bowing respectfully.
The handsome man passed by and left. Virgou looked at the man who was lying weakly. Adhan isya also reverberated. The man stood up, then went to the bathroom to take ablution.
Virgou's heart raced as he washed his face with water. His chest tightened with the rumbling. He wants to immediately prostrate, demeaning all ego and emotions. His upright head should smell the ground on which he rests.
There's nothing to be proud of. Who is worthy of worship except the Supreme Being. The Creator of the Universe.
Virgou was stunned when prostrating.a
Her tears were pouring down the floor. He prayed without prayer. The man wanted to go to the musolah but could not leave his future father-in-law.
Basri who had awoken earlier. Staring at the wide back that was vibrating withstanding the sobs. The middle-aged man also now performs his prayers.
Prayers over. Virgou had not moved from sitting cross-legged. It turns out he was dhikr. Since meeting Terra and hugging Lidya. The man began to be interested in the religion run by his cousin's sister.
He also got a ray of light. The man is getting closer to the religion of Islam. Learn with an ustad who will guide him. No one knows if he converted three months ago.
After dhikr, then Virgou stood up and fixed his clothes. Approaching the bragar of the place where his future in-laws lie down.
"Om, are you awake?" he asked when he saw the netra of the father of his dream girl was open.
"Heemm," Basri just cleared his throat.
The man still could not believe what he had just seen. The man bule praying? Even dhikr? thought.
"What's your name?" ask Basri flat.
"Virgou Black Dougher Young" he replied.
"Islamic Name?" Virgou shook his head, he has not changed his name.
Basri sighed. "You're a convert?"
Virgou nodded.
"Since when?"
"Three months ago," Virgou replied briefly.
"Ah, just turned out. I heard you read one of the surahs in juz'ama. Did you memorize everything?" tanya Basri continued to pry the evidence.
"Inshaallah, I'm poultice," replied Virgou sternly.
"Why did you memorize it?" tanya Basri was still curious.
"Make a prayer reading. It's not funny to read three qul doang" replied Virgou casually.
"Serious answer" Basri said, holding back a smile.
"Yes, I'm serious. Masa, willing to face God his reading of the three suras is mulu. But prayer asks for much. I'm ashamed, "Virgou replied full of expression.
Basri finally gave a big smile. He still wanted to test the man.
"You wanna be a bule alim, huh?" Virgou.
"No man on earth can live as long as he lives. Except the Apostles and guardians of God."
Virgou's reply made Basri stunned. He is ashamed to admit himself to everyone as a pious man. He realized that his actions were not the character of the pious.
"Om know ...."
"Call Papa," cut Basri fast.
Virgou. He stared at the netra lamur in front of him. Basri. Virgou was moved, his eyes glazed over.
"What do I need to know, son?" ask her in a soft tone.
"It's only the Papa family that knows I'm a convert" Virgou explained.
"Loh, why? Does anyone oppose you if you convert to Islam?" Virgou.
"For me, Islam is not to be exhibited, Islam is the temperament of one's neighbor. Not just for Muslims but for others" replied Virgou.
"But if you hear your name, people will think you're still worshipping in church, son," Basri told the crowd.
"Yes, I know. But it's fine. Shouldn't worship be a secret? Only God has the right to receive our worship, not others" Virgou replied.
Again Basri nodded in affirmation. Many people have been showing off their worship. So did he. The man was embarrassed by this bule figure sitting before him.
"Pa, can I indulge with Papa?" pinta Virgou with pleading eyes.
Basri could see such a huge wound in those blue eyes. He stretched out one hand. Carefully, Virgou placed his head on the side of the man's body. Basri stroked the soft reddish blonde hair.
Heart, Virgou tight. Just this time he got the tenderness and caress of affection from a father.
"Shed all your complaints, son," said Basri.
"Hhhh .. hiks ...!"
Sobs slowly started coming out of the man's lips. Basri continued to caress Virgou's hair with an outpouring of affection. Trying to treat a gaping wound.
"Since I was born. I'm used to violence. The impact of Ibh also father, even the blows I also often found, when I began to be able to do something."
Virgou's tears begin the story. The man continued to hold his urge, tried sincerely and continued to beristighfar so as not to curse or hate those who hurt him.
"Mom and Dad always compare me with other people's intelligence. Even my cup became potty by my grandfather," he continued with a smile.
Virgou held his head up. He grabbed Basri by the hand and kissed her handbooks.
Basri took off Virgou's grip, rubbing the man's cheek. He knew the wound was meaningless to Virgou.
"It turns out you've been through it the right way. Thank him, God touches you through him" Basri said.
"Sure, I love Lidya very much. The little girl is my helper," replied Virgou lightly.
"Then why didn't you marry your helper?" asked Basri, there is a tone of dislike there.
Virgou frowned at the confused sign. Then chuckle later.
"Where can I marry my cousin's own sister, especially when she's only four years old," he said.
Basri was embarrassed by his conjecture. He thought the girl named Lidya was really a girl.
"Fortunately whoever will be her husband" Basri said.
Virgou agrees. He looked at his father-in-law.
"Pa, may not his daughter be for me Let me take over Papa's duties to keep her also glorify her, as a wife, me?" pinta Virgou with a tone of plea was also sincerity there.
Basri looked at the blue iris. There's seriousness there. Basri did not answer. He still wants to test his son-in-law. He did not want to be wrong to immediately agree to the man change the role of guarding his daughter.
"Papa, still want to test you, if you don't mind. However, if you refuse. Please step back from now."
A difficult choice for an arrogant figure like Virgou. A man who likes to rule and act as he pleases. Men with a cold attitude and do not want to beat around the bush, must submit to get a girl.
"For a girl like Puspita. I think I have a lot to improve. Bismillah, I'm willing to be tested, Pa!" virgou replied with great decisiveness.
"Are you sure?' ask Basri again.
"I'm sure, even if we don't match Papa's daughter. I'll learn a lot from Papa."
Virgou's reply made Basri smile with pride. He believes his daughter will be in good hands.
"It's Idikharah, son. That's all papa's pinta. Sure you are if Puspita Hasan is your soul mate. Ask Allah that it is my Son who is with you. That's it, Papa asked," Basri said in a choked voice.
Virgou. He was a little afraid to perform the sunnah prayer. Afraid that the answer is different than what he wants.
But then he remembered that his soul mate was in the hands of the almighty. Then he must carry it out.
"Good, Pa. I will, inshaallah," replied Virgou firmly.
Basri smiled. He will also ask the princess to perform the prayer of istikharah.
seriated.
soul mate othor does not yet exist .. isikharah ah ...
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