Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
258. Unwillingly

"But it doesn't hurt, Boy? Eh you yourself have circumcised yet? If we have not circumcised together, let all mabar."

Papi Yohan read a book about Islam that Ustad Yunus lent. There are listed what are the conditions to become a convert, one of which is circumcision or circumcision.

And in hindsight, it turned out that he himself had not been circumcised. So that's why, he immediately volunteered to want to be circumcised. Even though in the heart there is a fear of its own.

"I've been circumcised, Om," replied Ustad Jonah.

"When, Boy?" ask again. But his face looked a little disappointed, because it could not be circumcised together. It is also quite according to him that together, because he can while peeking at the assets of his ideal son-in-law. How big and if compared to his, who is superior.

"I don't know, Om. Can't remember. Who remembers my Umi."

"Who's the noodle?"

"I mean my Mama, Om. I call my mom Umi."

"Oh gituuu ...." Papi Yohan sighed softly. "Well, if you're circumcised, it's okay. It's just being alone."

"Many questions later, Om. It is also called mass circumcision. But later I ask Mr. RT, yes, may not if Om joined circumcision. This show is made for kids."

"Okay, Boy." Papi Yohan nodded.

"Yes already, Ustad .. if we can not circumcise twice. We're just gonna take it." The boy who was still there immediately grabbed Ustad Yunus' hand back for him to kiss. Here's to his friend. But the faces of both of them looked very lethargic.

"Yes." Yeah." Ustad Yunus rubbed the heads of the two boys alternately with a smile.

"Assalamualaik."

"Greetings Walaikum" replied Ustad Yunus, then gazed at the mosque. "Oh yes, this is Om want to all look into the mosque just outside it?" tanyakanya.

"When you can go inside? Kan Om hasn't officially converted, Boy." Papi Yohan looked doubtful. But to be honest—after seeing that big building, there was a sense of his desire to go inside. Viewing the whole.

"By dong, Om. No problem. But please take off her footwear first, yes, because it's a sacred place." Ustad Yunus had already removed his sandals, then stepped on the floor of the mosque.

"Okay, Boy." Papi Yohan nodded, then bowed and opened his shoelaces. After that he stepped up onto the floor of the mosque.

"We take ablution first before entering the mosque, yes, Om. So also Om I teach you how to be good and right."

"Ready Boy!" Papi Yohan nodded in spirit. They also walked to the side, where the water and toilet were taken.

"Om there's no big hadas, right?"

"What's a big face, boy?" papi Yohan asked not to understand.

"Like we've had sex but haven't had a shower, Om."

"Ooohh .. No, Boy." Papi Yohan chuckled. "Every body contact Om must always take a shower. It's also so hot."

"Yes .. Come on, roll up his sleeve, Om. We are ablution," said Ustad Yunus. He also helped Papi Yohan open the suit and roll up his shirt sleeves. After that start teaching ablution and do'a his intentions.

"Wait a minute, Boy!" Just about to head for the door, but Papi Yohan had already stopped the step followed by his hand which held the arm of Ustad Jonah.

"Why, Om?" Ustad Yunus turned his head, then confirmed the position of the fire that had sagged.

"That's what box, boy? What's it say?" Papi Yohan pointed at the two large boxes near the door on the right and left. Both boxes were on an iron table that stuck on the floor. Chained and padlocked firmly.

"That's the mosque's charity box, Om. It's money."

"Ooohh ... what will the money do?"

"Make the mosque necessary. Or the events that the mosque holds."

"Oohhh ...." Papi Yohan immediately reached into his pants pocket to retrieve the wallet. There are five hundred thousand sheets and two fifty thousand sheets. Papi Yohan took five hundred thousand pieces and put them in the charity box.

"Thank you, Om. Already want to do charity, hopefully Om's sustenance will be smoother." Ustad Yunus smiled, happy to see what the man was doing.

"Amiiiin .. pray also let you melt and change your mind, yes, Boy."

"Change your mind to what?"

"Make Om's son-in-law."

Ustad Jonah just chuckled and shook his head. Then suddenly his phone rang in the pocket of the jens he was wearing.

When viewed, it turns out that there was an incoming call from Naya. For a glimpse, Papi Yohan saw it.

"I'll pick up the phone for a second, Om." Ustad Yunus asked permission. And after Papi Yohan nodded, she immediately walked away to receive the call.

'Si Boy picked up the phone to keep that distance. Indeed, if here why, anyway? I also wonder what the candidate is talking about.' Papi Yohan snorted. I was upset that I couldn't listen to their conversation. Maybe if he could eavesdrop and not be afraid of being found out, he would.

Not long after, Ustad Yunus approached him, then invited him to enter the mosque together.

"So who's on the phone?" asked Papi Yohan pretending not to know.

"Ooohh ... What does he want? There's a need for you?" ask her again who looks kepo.

"She asked to see you, all asking for delivery to buy a gift she said."

"When? Now?" Papi Yohan looks pouted. "But Om'll be here again, Boy. Wanna see you. You just left Om? What's the name, huh?" Originally he was not willing, if the man went to meet his candidate. There is jealousy too.

"She's meeting in an hour. So we still have time to meet."

'Although in an hour Om won't, Boy, if you meet your candidate, ' his mind.

Papi Yohan's eye beads went around, staring around the spacious mosque room. The mosque has two floors.

"The hell's got curtains, boy? Make what?" Papi Yohan pointed to the place of prayer for women, which does have a long curtain divider.

"That's a prayer for women, Om. So there's a barrier between men and women."

"The man in front, huh?" Papi Yohan stared at the male prayer.

"The front-runner is the priest, Om." Ustad Yunus took Papi Yohan forward, near the mihrab. "After the male priest and behind the female."

"If the curtains are closed so, the same men women can not see the dong, Boy."

"Sheer-wirder, Om? His intention was to pray, not to look around."

"In order to pray while looking out can't be, huh?"

"It can't be, Om. Not focusing on his name." Ustad Yunus chuckles.

"Keep that room ...." Papi Yohan pointed at a room that resembled a room, which was in a corner. "What place, Boy?"

"Oh that's my room, Om. Make a break."

"So you live in a mosque?"

"Yes." Yeah." Ustad Yunus nodded.

"Roni said you have a house, why stay in the mosque, Boy?"

"I'm the mosque's marbot, Om. Sometimes I sleep here. But not every day."

"Marbot is what's the job, Boy?"

"Mopping, mopping, and basically taking care of the mosque to be clean, Om."

"Ooohh .. So besides Ustad, you're also a marbot? Very noble of you, Boy." Papi Yohan rubbed the shoulder of Ustad Yunus with a proud look. "Top-in-residence of heaven."

"Amin, Um. But I still have many sins."

After looking through the entire contents of the mosque and chatting about Islam, time finally forced to separate them.

Actually Papi Yohan did not want to go home quickly, let alone they met for only an hour. For him it was very short. Maybe if I could be honest, Papi Yohan could even listen to the lecture of Ustad Yunus for a full day.

It's just that the man kept saying that he wasn't good to Naya. Who wants to meet him too. So inevitably he bothered to end the meeting.

"Where did you go first, sir?" roni asked, when he saw his boss sitting in the back seat. Since then the eyes of Papi Yohan can not be separated on Ustad Yunus who just entered his car.

"We follow the Boy, Ron. But don't get caught."

"Why do you follow Ustad Boy, sir? Uh, that means, Ustad Jonah." Roni became infected with Papi Yohan, who misnamed her.

"I want to see him, he said the Boy said he wanted to meet his candidate. I don't want to, Ron."

"What do you want to mean?" Roni scratched the hair of her head that was not itchy with a confused face. But the car he had brought forward had now followed Ustad Yunus' car from behind.

"Yes not willing. The Boy should have spent the same time as me, I've been willing to come here. Eh but he instead agreed, invited to meet with the candidate. It's not fair to name him, Ron." Papi Yohan snorted with a thunderous chest. "Partially, why also meet and ask for anther to buy a gift. I can't do it myself, can I?"

"So Ustad Boy wants to meet the candidate, because the candidate is asking for anther to buy a gift, sir?"

"Yes." Yeah." Papi Yohan nodded with pursed lips. "You have no way, Ron."

"What's the way, sir?" Roni looked at the boss from the windshield of his car.

"Make the Boy and the candidate does not continue his ta'aruf. I'm also afraid they'll see each other about marriage. Poor Yumnanya dong, left married later. I failed to be Boy's son-in-law, Ron." Papi Yohan scowled languidly.

"You mean you want the misahin Ustad Yunus as the candidate? What how?" Roni long dizzy with what Papi Yohan said. But as much as possible he digested everything.

Papi Yohan nodded. "Yes, do you have any ideas? If you can make the Boy fall in love with Yumna, Ron."

...Om can not be evil, you know. later Ustad Yunus angry 🙈...