The Power Of Love
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people prepared to listen to the voice of Azan, all wisdom. Al was standing behind
microphones. Activate it and begin to recite the prayer before the adhan I read
slow down.
“Subhaanallah walhamdulillah wala ilahaillah
wallahuakbar, wala haulawala kuuwata illabillahiladhim, allahummasholli
wasallim ‘ala sayyidina muhammadillahu ya kariim.”
Al began to put both his hands on his earlobe, covering his ear hole with
his index finger as did the friend of Bilal the son of Rabbah
the time of the Prophet fellallahu alaihi wasallam.
Al began to take his breath longer, He too
starting azan. His voice was so sweet that anyone who heard it did not
I've heard it was Al's voice.
Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar's
Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar's
Asyhadu allaa ilaaha.
Asyhadu allaa ilaaha.
Ashhadu anna Muhammadar.
Ashhadu anna Muhammadar.
Until Al completes his doom, the person behind Al is still
amazed to hear the voice of Azan Al. al to finish it with do’a.
After completing his doom, al immediately returned to the belakan sitting on the side
his father-in-law.
“Le ..., you did not expect lo.., your voice is sweet!” said mr. Darman.
“Alhamdulillah sir ...!”
“Iyo lo mas .., jan puenak tenan ..., uempuk ... [yes loh mas ..., really
delicious ..., tender]!”
Again Al just smiled in response to the praise from the people who were
inside, the mosque. Not long after, the man seen in the brood immediately
taking his place as a priest, the magrib prayer was immediately started.
Al and Mr. Darman wait until the completion of the prayer because of the distance
the house to the mosque is quite far, in between waiting for someone to chat, there are also
who read al-qur’an until the prayer time isya’ arrived. And when praying isya’
arriving, Al is again appointed to the azan.
After the prayers were finished one by one the people started to leave the mosque.
Al's waiting for Darman in the back. Not long after Mr. Darman approached him
with the man who had been a priest, a man who was like him was very disinclined in
that village.
“Le ..., introduce. This is kyai Hasan, he is a modhin here!” said mr. Darman
while introducing the man who was ebrada beside her. [modin was the azan, the azan,
muazin, a mosque employee, but based on his role modin in the villages actually
more accurately referred to as a religious leader, kyai village that is sociologically
it is an extension of the charismatic kyai in the area, usually
his job is also to take care of the bodies, marry people, and all things the event
related to religion].
“Kulo Aldevaro pak kyai!”
“Alhamdulillah .., I am happy because in this village the arrival of young people
like Aldevaro, hopefully it can be the motivation of the village children here to be able to
like this mas Aldevaro, it happens that young people here rarely want to come to
“Insyaallah mr. kyai .., I pray!”
“Amin ….! Oh yes nak Al .., here there is a routine yasinan every night jum’at,
mr. Darman yo follow .., I hope Mas Al can also follow the rutinan yes …,
coincidentally tomorrow's turn at his house Pak Tukiren!”
“Insyaallah mr. kyai, I will come ....!”
“Ya already then I excuse ya , Assalamualaikum!”
“Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah ..!” al and Darman replied simultaneously.
Mr. Kyai Hasan also left Mr. Darman and Al.
“Let's go home ..., already hungry sir!”
“Monggo pack [let's pack]!”
They also left the mosque, impatient to eat soon
nightly. Along the way home they exchanged stories, Al the man who
easy to communicate so it is not difficult for him to be able to connect with what
it was spoken of by his father-in-law.
When they reached the house, the sounds of laughter and conversation were heard
from inside the house made Ajeng curious, he immediately approached the husband and
his father to the terrace.
“What's the matter, sir, what's so exciting to talk about?” Ask the curious Ajeng.
“Assalamualaikum!” said Mr. Darman salute, Ajeng immediately
go up to him and kiss the back of Draman and Al's hands in turn.
“waalaikum greetings!”
“ayo come in first, I'm already very hungry. Later tell me!”
Ajeng also said, they immediately went back in. The love book is waiting
they're at the dinner table.
“Ayo ..., come .eat!”
“Iyo buk ..., mr wes luwe tenan rasane sampek salat ae ora konsen tenan
[iya buk .., I am already hungry so it feels like praying is not consensual]!”
“bapak iki koyok cah cilik wae .., fill karo putu [the father is like a child
small course ..., same shame grandchild]!” the words of Love make everyone laugh.
Ma'am immediately gave food to Draman sir, while Ajeng
get food for Al. They start dinner with a side dish
very simple vegetable eggplant eseng mix pindang fish with krupuk, rice
corn.
“Pak ..., it was a good sound of the azan sound ..., kayak did not know yet
I'm the same voice!” said Bu Kasih on the sidelines to eat.
“Iya ..., Ajeng also heard earlier, good voice ..., who is azan sir?
Kyai Hasan's son huh?” ajeng also asked, because from that time Ajeng and buk
Love is busy guessing.
“Not!”
“trus sopo sir?”
“mu buk ..!”
“Nak Al?” bu kasih and ajeng stare at Al at the same time making Al
stop chewing food. Al was silent without expression,
while Ms. Kasih and Ajeng are still staring at Al in disbelief.
“Mas Al really azan? You didn't lie?” ajeng still could not believe it.
“you tuh nduk .., said even the father in telling a lie, indeed the father
does he look like a liar?”
“Ngak sir, Just Ajeng did not expect aja .., all this time I think mas Al
Just come to the mosque and pray, where I know that the sound of mas Al semerdu
it!”