What happened to HUMAIRO
#07

Actually Ainul felt heavy stepping foot into the mosque for dawn prayer. He was worried about leaving Humairo alone at home. Last night he fell asleep after hearing Humairo vomit occasionally. At three o'clock he intended to check his condition, but when he remembered how Humairo scolded him last night, he abandoned his intentions. The rice that his neighbors had collected last night could already be cooked. Today is not like the day before. Today he did not make Humairo fried rice, fearing it would not fit his stomach. Instead he fries dried fish with the addition of spinach vegetables. He hopes Humairo loves it and his health is restored.

Today may be his last day as a marbot in the mosque. He decided last night to resign. Last night's incident took him by storm. He can no longer advise people while his own wife cannot advise. Humairo's ill-gotten act of consuming intoxicants has given him a bad grade in the eyes of neighbors. He had to immediately think of another job after his resignation as a marbot and caretaker of the mosque.

The congregation had been waiting for him when he arrived at the mosque. Seeing the arrival of Ainul, someone from the congregation woke up and proclaimed the iqomah.

Ainul refused when he was invited to become a priest. He said he was still unhealthy. He invited Haji sir who was beside him to come forward. Ainul was ashamed. He felt that the masters, most of whom were his neighbors, must have talked to each other about what they saw in his house. He would never want to be a priest again.

It did not feel that the dawn prayer with the ritual of the epic had ended. As usual, worshippers waited for Ainul to give a little recitation at the end of the morning prayers.

Ainul. The microphone in front of him. He wanted to say something that only worshippers inside the mosque could hear.

"Fathers, Mothers, my brethren are all glorified by God. Sorry in advance for not being able to complete my studies as usual today." Ainul turned to one of the worshippers wearing a white skullcap leaning against the mosque's mast.

"Mumpung Pak Misbah as the head of the mosque caretaker was present this morning, I personally want to submit my resignation_" said the worshippers who were present whispering to each other while staring at Ainul, making Ainul stop the conversation. A loud voice sounded inside the mosque.

"Unlike this Mr. Ustadz, for whatever reason we do not accept Mr. Ustadz's resignation" said one of the worshippers. Haji Misbah tried to calm the worshippers and walked closer to Ainul. This time he sat facing Ainul.

"It's not a matter of the wages I receive. This is also not a matter of boredom or not me as a marbot. This is all because I fear the wrath of Allah to me. The wrath of Allah is great to those whose words are not according to their deeds." Ainul bowed in shame.

"We testify Mr. Ustadz is a good man. What Ustadz said was nothing short of what Ustadz had done" said one trying to convince Ainul. Ainul smile.

"I cannot educate my wife as I often say to my brothers and sisters. I can't be a good role model for my family, how can I be a role model for society?"

Again Ainul lowered his head. He looks to wipe his tears.

"It is precisely Mr. Ustadz who gave us a good example of patience. We already know the nature and behavior of Mr. Ustadz's wife, but we also understand, Mr. Ustadz has another approach to change Mr. Ustadz's wife. We know that changing someone is not as easy as turning your palm.

Ainul. He lowered his head. He wiped the tears that were about to flow on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry to tell my family about my parents and my parents. This I had to do because my Fathers and Mothers had witnessed for themselves the condition of my home and my wife. But I beg you Fathers, Mothers and brothers all, please do not judge my wife, do not blame her. He just needs time to change."

The worshippers present nodded. They tried to comfort and support Ainul, so that Ainul slowly felt excited and got back up.