MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
# Episode 26. Tears in the first prostration (Tears in the first prostration)

*fatin

The moon began to show its bright light although a little timid. The night slowly moved. Change the early morning so quiet. Thousands of Makrab participants were seen starting to scatter out of the campus mini stadium. He was no exception with the three other R_bink gang personnel.

The dim moonlight that became the lights around, making the four solid friends were not willing to miss the atmosphere of martyrdom.

Walk down the paved campus road to gate three. With a leisurely pace as possible while holding hands with the position of He and Mitha in the middle.

Intentionally choose the direction of gate three so that the distance traveled far so that they can linger on the road. Sometimes Akram seems to act like kicking something with his style of hilarity in order to provoke laughter from others. But everything flinch in no reaction.

"Ck, Kok on diem anyway, like another enemy. No exclamation, ah!" Akram's murmur suddenly broke the silence created.

"Yes, yeah. Just realized, it turns out that from earlier we blum someone said." His words chimed in as he chuckled small.

"Abis horrified the reflection, I became a miss of our old times. The most wonderful times in our friendship that certainly won't be repeated." This time Mitha spoke softly. It makes a sudden melancholy.

"Gue tuh was really sad who wanted to cry roll themselves tau no. I suddenly didn't want to be an adult. Our world has a lot of memories that cannot be forgotten." Mitha again added to the atmosphere.

He glanced at Azhar who had nodded in agreement without a sound. I don't know who started, all four now look teary. Simultaneously halted his steps and looked at each other.

"Eh, don't be sad, uh, let's get nostalgic!" Mitha as usual, the scornful response, hastily broke their papermark.

Start surfing one by one, bringing the memory back to a few years ago, when their friendship first began. Times of togetherness are full of laughter. Sometimes there is also a time full of crying. Ever so fond of each other was so missed each other for days without meeting.

"Eh, what if we each reveal the first impression when we first met behind the fence skolah." Added Mitha with her gesrek idea. He smiled knots with his memories that were immediately thrown away to the past seven years ago.

"Okey, why not! lady's first!" Akram answered with passion. Cengengesan while raising his eyebrows.

"It's Ok! as usual, the wise word, Fathin first!" his joint suddenly rounded.

"Kok, I. You are first, the idea is from you. So, Ka__ " He did not continue his speech because Mitha interrupted funny, funny,

"No, no, no!. Start wearing me elo. No. I'm me, no. You're you!" Mitha interrupted. The index is moved to the right left.

"Aahaha!"

"What the hell, there's-there's just!" He's snapped. Akram. While Azhar was as usual, smiling obliquely. No coment!

"This is the new rules at R_bink, so all personnel must obey without exception. Isn't that right, Ram?" again He was broken.

"Yes, because the rules Ka_ uh means elo make, so ka_ eh elo first!" He still held back laughing, stammered as he was not used to the word "gue_elo.

"Well, that's dong! okay, if that's what you want." Mitha smiled knot.

"If it were me, I thought you two were hunkies in class. I don't think you guys have any friends. You wonder, how would you like to nolongin us, peke event rukuh inject shoulder everything again, I get scared because of the clothes you both miss clean, neat, holy without stains, I'm afraid, we just knew." Mitha said with a funny mimic.

"Yes well, when that time actually cost you feet tuh make me want to vomit tau no anyway? It's bad!" Akram's dramatic speech made Mitha suddenly broke down and without a doubt, Akram's sturdy body finally became the months of Mitha's thump while laughing loosely.

"Yyah, boong. It was Monday, so everything still smells good."

The four returned to laughing.

"But, I'm quite impressed, Kok!. It's so cute, so good again. Not cocky truss clop, two matches. The one gesrek, koplak, sometimes nyebelin bla bla bla. Trus one more cuek, flat also bla bla bla." Mitha sumringah.

This time Azhar has started to break up together. All eyes turned to him. Make him understand, now it's his turn.

"If I__, uh, iyah iyah, if I am," Mitha again pretended to look at him sharply. He smiled funny again.

"Hmmm... What is it?.I'm speechless! both of you have many reasons not to support us at that time, we are not se_level, especially me, we also do not know each other, blum again the risk of real late gegara ngurusin both of us in order to escape in. Really salute and proud to know you both." His words sparkled while giving two thumbs towards the dou of the man's best friend.

"If I am, Ampe skarang still does not end up thinking. Body se_minimalis this, but your body really heavy?. I ampe almost out of energy tau not really fit to stand at that time." Akram asked the hilarious towards Mitha who had already grinned, like a lioness who was ready to pounce on her prey.

"That means my body is ideal. If the mini trus is light like cotton, you must suspect I am malnourished. Yee khaaan?" Mitha said she did not want to lose while sticking out a mocking tongue.

"Well, scarang lo, Zhar. How's it?" Akram finally throws a turn to Azhar who realized earlier blum sounds the same scali. Only occasionally nod, smile and laugh when something is funny.

Azhar. Then cluck slowly. After that, shut up again. And lastly looked at him smiling.

"Gue wants to help because you're both beautiful. If it's bad, I'm wasting my time. Trus I kasyan was writhing your pale face like an undead so scared." He smiled at Azhar's words.

"Aaaa...thanks well, Zhar. Be honest, we are both beautiful." Mitha immediately hysterically cute cupped her own face with her mimic puppy eyes.

Akram and Azhar, if it had been like that, all they could do was shrug along with his careless expression. He was again laughing as usual.

He stared intently at the faces of his three friends. Instantly a deep feeling of longing suddenly burst forth filled the entire space in his heart. He recalled the face of the forced man who in an instant had made his world change.

If Bang Yusuf's wish was his destiny, then sure enough, this happy day will never happen again.

"No doubt well, we can be together with Ampe skarang. After everything we've been through together, I just wanted to say, thank you for this friendship. You can never be replaced." His words flowed along with a smile mixed with tears.

"We are already students. Maybe we are late enjoying everything, ampe make us new realized, it turns out we are adults. No longer a teenager labil kayak kemaren."

"We're all gonna be with Trus, right? we won't forget each other, will we?" Mitha asked softly. Suddenly his heart slipped with his best friend's question this time. But he tried to smile. Nod a little doubtfully.

"Ehm, that's what we saw really, Fhat?" Azhar suddenly made a sound while looking at him a little sharply. The expression that he thought felt like raining thousands of bullets without pause and he could not dwell let alone twitch to dodge.

Too focused set the heart and strung the knot of confusing sense, making him neglect to prepare the answer to be given if the three friends ask.

It choked for a moment. His chest thumped. He knew very well, what Azhar meant was about the recognition of Joseph bang for their relationship in front of thousands of eyes in the mini stadium earlier.

It's ambush. Suddenly confused also difficulty choosing the right word to start the answer. But is this a good time to be honest about everything?.

About Joseph's compulsion to introduce him to his extended family. About the plan that brother will propose to him after graduation. It was also about his willingness to accept Joseph before all his family members. Or the most frontal thing, admitted honestly, about the beautiful hiss that often tickle his heart when he sat with the face of the owner of the bead as sharp as an eagle?

It bites the lips. The dilemma while gazing doubtfully at the three faces before him took turns. Instantly thought of dodging by giving a cliche excuse of some kind,

"Just kidding!"

or, uh, or,

"Just want some fun!"

But, back to doubt. Is this fair to all? Isn't the basic tenet of their friendship transparency, which forbids them from keeping their own problems, whatever they may be?The dilemma!

Until at the clang to so many, he finally nodded weakly in response. Down inside did not dare to stare.

Mitha and Akram threw gazes at each other as if to say,

"What we talked about turned out to be true."

Both of them smiled faintly, mysteriously.

"Lo likes that brother?" Again, Azhar's question hit the target.

He did not dare to look at the netra of his three friends. Suddenly his tongue was. His lips twitched, Yes. But he again hesitated, especially it seems that Azhar is less respect with Joseph bang.

"Ou em ji, Zhar! Lo how the hell, who tried to reject the charm like Bang Yusuf. Udah guanteng, pinter, well, prospective doctors again and the most make klepek-klepek, horang kayya guysss! Uugh, I'd say if I shot the brother, Swearrr, I won't turn it down."

He breathed a sigh of relief as Mitha suddenly brushed aside lebay, more precisely the diversion of the issue. Like an elf who suddenly saved her from the hot lava burst of the witch.

"Congratulations!" Leganya. But it turns out that the Witch blum was satisfied before she actually sprawled.

"Lo blum replied, Fhat, you really like that brother?" He swallowed the saliva again, tense. The only remaining helper god is Akram. But, it seems like this one is not to be expected. Now aja Akram even attach the annoying flagship smirk.

"Hedeeh.. I'm finished!" The place is in the heart.

"Ck, I. go to Mitha. There will be no girl who can resist the aura of drugging Bang Yusuf. Bang Fadhil ajha seems to have lost." Akram chuckled to himself while punching Azhar's arm slowly, who had not yet cast a glance from her tense face.

"If I think, you accept his proposal, Brother, Fhat. More secure, safe, peaceful and you will live a prosperous life. Hihihi!" Akram again giggled to himself.

"Dapetin guy se unique Bang Yusuf is not easy, guys! Se_campus idol and most importantly, I'm sure that Brother really likes and loves ama lo, Fhat!" This time he hopes the discussion is over. But it didn't.

"Lo what the hell, Rham. You forgot what we were here for, huh?" Azhar suddenly spoke with a sharp gaze towards Akram.

"Just relax.lo why the hell, anyways if Fathin married, Bang Yusuf would not forbid Fathin to go to college, really. Fathin also does not need to bother thinking about tuition fees. We can also see when. Nothing will change." Said Akram still with his casual style even though his interlocutor has begun to ignite emotions.

"Eh, you're crazy. Marriage is easy, you don't know how Fathin feels? you play tell me to just accept Brother's proposal. You know where you're good at, huh? he's a bad senior, a college thug, and all the residents of this college know that." Saying Azhar fiery.

He and Mitha started to panic. Throwing one another, anxious.

"Don't judge a book by it's cover. We can't value that from the outside, Bro! I've found out all about Bang Yusuf to Bang Nathan. And.. blah... blah.. blah.."

Akram finally told me at length times high about the man. New and surprising facts from the Forced who succeeded in making He and Azhar shahdu. While Mitha was nodding vigorously in agreement. He returned confused.

"Mitha knows what you are?" Ask in the heart. His forehead wiggled.

"Gue just heard straight from your mouth, Fhat. How you feel about that brother is the truth. Just it!" Azhar had not finished with that strange hope. He who was dumbly suddenly made stuttering earthquake for the umpteenth time. But he has to stop all this, right? and the way is to be honest about everything.

"Hedeewwhh. Let you be sure, I asked, you if you see bang Yusuf likes blushing suddenly? trus lo heart rippling beautifully, your chest likes pounding not because of, cold sweat, cold hands. you like kangen, but the right front of the person does not brani face his face.lo ngrasain no?" He looked suspiciously at Mitha who appeared to grimace stiffly.

"Hehehe... No! don't be suspicious, I've read it, girls are in love again." Again Mitha was whiny there to make him and the other male duo sniffed off guard.

"Lo don't think so?" Mitha raised her eyebrows teasingly.

Blussshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..

The red gush again hit his shining white cheek.

"Not answer. I know the answer. Come home. We'll talk about this later." Azhar finally flat-footed while walking ahead.

The three of them instantly threw each other mysterious gazes, full of question marks.

"What's happen??" Akram still whispered.

He and Mitha just sniffed the omens of not knowing.

***

The quiet and shahdu shajuh greeted the universe again. Kicking each soul with its kauniyya verses as well as kauliyah_Hya verses, that the reward of its two rakaat is better than the world and its contents.

He awoke to his ears after hearing the sound of the Adhan reverberating from a nearby mosque.

Slowly mengjap intend to expel drowsiness that is still at home spoiled in the eye fertilizer.

Slightly stretch the body and return to intense purslane. For a moment glanced at Mitha who was still at home seizing even though her body had wriggled many times.

He chose to move from the bed after he memorized the do'a after sleeping. Walk towards the bathroom. Perform some mandatory rituals after a long break, including ablution.

The habit of keeping prayers makes him forget that he is currently in a state.

"Mhit, wakeup! shubuh nih. You don't pray?" He shook Mitha's body slowly.

"Humm? is it adzan yah?" The distinctive sound of waking up Mitha replied, again with eyes closed perfectly.

"Must. The others went to the mosque. Let's get up. You don't want to miss the chance to meet Bang Raihan at the gate of the mosque?"

Luring-iming to meet the brother sholeh idol se_kostan it does not seem like a bad idea. It worked perfectly even, because his best friend immediately opened his eyes wide, sat down and jumped in one nimble motion. Making her laugh and throwing Mitha with a pillow.

"You are well, the turn of the name Bang Raihan ajha, jump immediately. From earlier the sound of Adzan calling prayer, still brushed the eyes do not want to open."

"Hehehe.. sorry, Khilap, Beb!" Mitha cengengesan. Lost behind the bathroom door.

He was about to reach for the face hanging behind the door, but suddenly he remembered the gift of the face from Joseph. Still intact stored in the paper bag with the logo of the name of the Muslim store where he and Yusuf shopping before.

"God, forgot!. I'm "holy" blum, I can pray." He muttered while tidying up the contents of the pepper bag. But curiosity suddenly befell him. Want to see more clearly all the gifts, or maybe try it, just make sure the size, fit or not.

Slowly he took out the mucus. Stand in front of the mirror. Wearing an elegant patterned skirt and veil but still cozy for a girl like her. Tidying up the circumference of his face. Slough again. Turn around and finally smile shyly. He was not aware that Mitha had come out of the bathroom and was attaching a smile knotted with temptation.

"Ehem.ehem, who again tried the choice of prospective husband. Sia Abang already know the size of Eneng. Tuh, it's a damn good fit." Mitha cried out in teasing.

He jumped in shock. Hurriedly turning around and finding his best friend there with copy_an smirk sucks Akram.

"Geez, Mhit, you know I really don't know! Jesus!!" He said frustratingly while stroking the chest.

"Sorry, sorry. Not sngaja. Abisnya lo seriously very incense yourself daritadi. It's beautiful, Yusuf Mahardika's mother!" Mitha chuckles. He almost choked on hearing Mitha's name for him just now.

"Yusuf Mahardika's mother?. How do you know so much about Bang Yusuf? Hmmm. basic miss keppo. Nothing about the latest info slalu ahead." his inner mind while shaking in disbelief.

"Gue to the mosque first, yeah. Worship skalian carper ama abang sholeh pujaan hati. Let the brother know that I pantes as a future wife sholehah."

"Ck. hmm, hmm, worship his intentions are straight because of God.not because of mo carper."

"Siaap ma'ustadzah! the intention is still but the bonus I ngarep it! okay, bye!" Mitha was blown away before finally disappearing behind the door. Leaving her suddenly blushing again, seeing the appearance of her beautiful face in the luxurious mucena.

blushhh....

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*Yusuf

Remember five things before five things

Healthy before pain

Young before old

Rich before poor

Field before narrow

Live before death

The sound of alarms calling for the song "Demi masa" from the Malaysian nasyid group rang from earlier. He who actually just fell asleep a few hours ago, seems still fluttering on his stylish bed.

Repeatedly reaching for the phone only to delay the alarm. Until at some time, he already felt quite disturbed. It makes them want to force themselves to open their eyes.

He blinked many times. Strongly_strongly trying to get rid of sleepiness that somehow this time feels so torturous.

"What the hell, this is an alarm for the sounds from earlier." His eyes growled a little.

Although still upset studded with unclear grunts but He still forced open his eyes wide. Until the moment his consciousness was at its saneest level, he finally remembered Gery's message last night, just before the two separated.

"Not sleeping lo set the alarm at four, so you can wake up praying shabuh. Once more, don't procrastinate, Bro!"

"Oh my God, yeah, well, this alarm will wake me up praying!" Sorry while shaking head.

He also pulled out a bed cover that covered his athletic body. Walk into the bathroom. Perform some "obligatory" rituals as usual.

When he was about to abudhu, suddenly he had difficulty remembering the reading of ablution intent. Whereas before, all the readings of prayer from takbiratul ula to salam had been memorized dead. But it has been a long time he has never fulfilled the mandatory order. It is appropriate if He forgets, even a prayer as short as reading when about to ablution.

It finally stood for a long time. Cravings while trying to force hard his brain to remember the reading. But really stupid. His weak brain this time was completely uncooperative at all.

"Damn it!"

"My brain why suddenly chaotic balau gini, anyway?" again he cursed himself.

After a long effort but never succeeded, he also decided to intend with non-Arab lafaz, the indo version.

"Yes, what matters is my intention. God knows what I mean. He is Maha Tau!" the body is trying to take the safe path. Ironical. As He thought.

After the "bad" experience just now about the intention of ablution, this time he was more careful. He thought he would not add the length of his eternal notes in front of God on the grounds of forgetting reading or something.

With a nimble movement his hands now began to surf on his cell phone keys. Of course, ask for help from Google. Searching for prayer readings. Just an anticipation to strengthen his memory again.

"Emang must drag gini yah if you want penitent?" he muttered as his brain was busy memorizing the prayer readings listed on his phone screen.

"But Gery once said that the intention really wants to "turn back", God must have done the ease of origin of many do'a!"

"Yes, I can forget. Really, really, mending me do'a let God want me to know if I forget it." His face immediately sparkled while nodding many times.

He also spread a cool on the side of the bed, after previously changing clothes with a navy color kurtah suit plus a matching color hunchback, Gery gave last night.

"Please guide me, O God!" His heart whispered. He looked up while cursing.

"Gue's? I'm kali, is God asking what?" His other heart whispered.

"OK, okay! sorry, sorry! Guide me, O God!" Debut once again.

He also stood up while forcing himself as quietly as possible, because suddenly his body shook violently when he was about to raise his hand while reciting takbir. His chest suddenly rumbled. Stuffy. The chocolate bead instantly warmed up.

There was something, whether what suddenly erupted in his heart when he spoke Takbir solemnly.

"Allahu Akbar!"

His whole body was perfect. Kian. And the puddle that had previously been stuck in the eye, now completely escaped when his body fell prostrate for the first time after so many years drowned in neglect.

Well, he's crying. Crying in his first bow.

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