Project : Alterization
Chapter 14's

"For example, antum is praying Friday in a mosque out there. And it just so happened that Friday's chastisement was being lost. Then takmir mosque asked antum to fill the Friday sermon, replacing the khotib that was lost on that day. Inevitably the antum must accept it because antum is the only graduate of the pesantren at the mosque. Try to demonstrate what will be mentioned in the Friday sermon!" rois's orders with glasses. Huh huh? Boro-boro will speak without preparation. Talk in front of one person never. Then what am I supposed to do? Shut up and ignore his orders?

Inevitably, I should start saying something. What can I do. I also began to speak muqadimah which usually comes out of the mouth of the preacher in every Friday sermon. Not knowing if it was right or wrong, I continued. They asked me to fill the sermon with the theme of praying five times. I don't understand what can be said from the five prayers. Ah, what the fuck is this. My body never stopped shaking. The words that came out of my mouth were also muddled from nervousness. Look at those spies. I felt judged that my appearance was really bad. I dare not settle them. What kind of embarrassing situation is this? I'd rather die if this is how.

Wa kulla bid'atin dholalah, wa kulla dholalatin fin naar, A-amma ba'du." after uttering the word muqaddimah, I was confused what to say again in the lecture. I was silent for the next few seconds. Not a few seconds had passed, the glasses-clad Rois knocked hard on the table. I also gasped. Maybe I thought too long. However, there is no development at all. I really don't know what to say! Mind empty.

Brak! He's breaking the table.

"Woi ente? Can you talk? Can't talk about a list? Skip bye, get out there!" he bluffs. Meanwhile, I stayed still in place. The other rois-rois just clucked their tongues at my battle. Forced, I also started my talk. No matter what comes out of my mouth. To be sure, I want to quickly get out of this room.

"Fardhu prayer, divided into five. There are shajuh, dhuhur, ashar, then maghrib, and Isha. Eee. shubuh two rakaats, dhuhur four rakaats, then ashar..."

"Stop. Time's up." I just started my talk, the time is up first. Really bad. What kind of lecture was that? Kindergarten also knows. Amount of rakaat prayers fardhu. How humiliating. What the fuck are these guys? They intentionally treated me like that huh?

"Ana tell me one thing, huh? If antum wants to preach outside, use Arabic, does anyone understand? Especially if the sound is that bad. You don't have any proselytizing talent, huh?" yeah, I just woke up. I did deliver the sermon material in Arabic. Yeah, I was wrong. But, that sentence...no talent? Haha... I don't have talent, do I? So hurt. The sentence was too deep.

"Well, fix is not acceptable.fix anyway.." other Rois timpal.

"Good, there's no hope. Mending did not come."

"The lecture cannot. I want a list of Majma' Da'wah. What do you want to be?" My eyes are empty. I'm stunned. What the fuck. They really underestimate me. I feel humbled. Thats enough. When will this all end?

"Dark, Rajev! Your name is Rajev, right?" asked Rois in glasses. I nodded slowly too.

"Ana wants to ask. Your goal is to enter majma' dakwah what the hell?" since the situation was different back then, I could no longer vent myself. Mind fucked. I can't remember what it was that I signed up for this organization.

"Dearn right, outside of MD can also? Whenever you want to go to the mosque pulpit for a lecture, no one will deny it. After all, if you want to preach, it is just preaching, right? Why should you list all MD's?"

"Yes, is.." I just looked down without a fight.

"Keep why you're listing MD?"

"Ana wants to try teaching at TPA, is."

"Through TPA doang mah fitting holiday can be. Near your house there is a TPA, right? Yeudah, just ask the same manager. Help teach, that is. Easy right? Why MD?" Whatever my answer, he will surely continue to chiming in and chiming in for various reasons. After five answers, I chose to be quiet. No matter how much they force me to keep answering.

"So, what's your excuse? If you don't have a reason, what's the list? If you just want to fad, it means nothing, huh?" threaten her.

"Diem's cigarette? Whoi!!" Rois over there chimed in. I finally decided.

"Yaudah, no papa" I said in a hoarse voice. Plastered on my face, that expression was already very bad. This is the face of the humiliation they have done. Long story short, the selection was over. Before leaving the room, the bespectacled Rois greeted me, then gave me some Amin Mart snacks. I walked out of the room and never looked back.

As I turned towards the staircase in the building, someone intercepted me from behind the wall. Again Rois with MD suit attached to his body. I've had enough, trauma with anything related to MD. I don't want to see or hear anything that has anything to do with MD. But this Rois, his face looked comfortable to the eye. A wide smile immediately expanded on his face. He looked towards me.

"Afwan yes, if inside the rois-roisnya like to offend and rather insistent. They were just kidding." he was saluting me. I just kept quiet and walked straight down the stairs with mixed feelings. I went back to the dorm. Shortly after I got to my room, I broke down. I forced my eyes to close together.

"Currently, what's joking? That's the oppression of his name. He said the da'wah organization, how even the selection like that? Where would I enter the organization that bluromaqtan with its own foundation. Dawah from where? Fix yourself first if you want to preach. You savage rois-rois." I groaned in my heart.

And it turned out to be true. After two weeks had passed since the day that the selection was held, my name was announced not to have passed the selection. I don't really care about that anymore. Finally, the registration money of twenty-five thousand was lost in vain.