Hijrah in the Way of God
Prayer in the Mosque

After ablution Ridho began to perform Ashar prayers.

"Alhamdulillah it turns out that prayer makes the heart better, forgive the servant of Allah, the servant has long been away from you," said Ridho in his heart, his heart felt very calm after carrying out his obligations as a Muslim.

During this time Ridho had long left prayer, he was always busy with the same thing that was not clear with his motorcycle gang friends.

A girl with a radiant face who wears a pure white face is now busy chanting the holy book of the Qur'an with a sweet voice that is very soothing to the heart and mind. Ridho who felt hearing the voice of the beautiful person stood up from his sitting walked slowly and followed the origin of the voice.

"It turns out he." Ridho stopped stepping when he saw Rahma was teaching.

He continued to look at the girl from a distance did not feel suddenly just a drop of tears fell, his heart trembled to hear the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an chanted by the girl.

It is undeniable that the girl has a voice that is so amazingly beautiful.

"She's such an amazing girl, so rare in this world" Ridho murmured inwardly as he wiped away the tears that had fallen on his face.

Somehow the more Ridho knew her the hatred towards the hijab girl was getting lost.

And on that day he greatly admired the girl named Rahma.

After he finished teaching Rahma to release the face he was wearing and tidying up and put it back into the closet prayer equipment in the mosque.

"Why look at me like that, is there something wrong with me?" rahma asked Ridho who had been staring at her without blinking.

"Ah is okay, naji lo's voice is good my heart so touched hear it," said Ridho with a sweet smile to Rahma. "Yes let's go home" he continued.

They went out of the mosque and got back in the car to continue their journey home.

"We have arrived" said Ridho as he got out of the car.

"Ah yes, thank you for driving me home" Rahma said with a friendly smile.

"Oh yeah how do you know my house, but did I not show you the way?" rahma asked confused because she felt that her school friends no one knew where she lived.

"Eh son, you were the one last night who said Rahma came home when she passed out." Ridho has not been able to answer the question asked by Rahma suddenly the middle-aged woman approached them who was none other than Fatimah mother of Rahma.

"So the one who said I was coming home to you last night?" asked Rahma again by pointing towards Ridho standing up.

"I-iya," replied Ridho who felt himself as a hero of misfortune even though the night, while displaying his pepsodent smile.

"Thank you so much for helping me" Rahma said.

"No need to thank you, you're locked in the toilet because of me too."

"meaning?" rahma asked confused by Ridho's words just now.

"Who ngurung lo in the toilet Sinta, it's all Sinta lakain to reply my frustration because you hit it at that time. I'm sorry for this, and if you're angry I'm not a problem either but please forgive me yes" said Ridho with a clear face and look sad.

Rahma just smiled looking at him. "You don't have to apologize, anyways that stuck me in the toilet isn't you."

"Lo's not mad at me?" ask Ridho again.

"No," answered the girl briefly, stepping her feet to go inside.

"Roman." The girl's footsteps came to a halt as Ridho called out to her and looked back.

"Thank you" he continued, and got in his car.

In the car Ridho was always smiling, today is a very different day in his life. He has never been this happy since his mother died.

His mother named Rina died since Ridho was 8 years old. He died of brain cancer he suffered.

Lina is a loving and gentle female figure. She is also a strong woman who always smiles and looks fine in front of her favorite son Ridho.

She fought her illness alone without any attention from her husband and at the time of her last breath only Ridho was beside her without her husband. That's what makes Ridho hate his papa so much until now.

His hatred for his father made his life a blur and he always spent time on the streets with his friends.

Inside Ridho's room was still smiling. His mind floated on thinking about that girl named Rahma. The strange girl he hated at first.

Crane..kring...

The sound of a handpone rang, disperse the daydream of the man sitting on the bed with the school uniform still attached to his body.

He reached into his pants pocket and picked up the phone.

"Hallo, you why the hell from earlier I called kok not lifted up," said someone from across who was none other than Sinta

"I'm not okay," replied Ridho cuek and immediately turned off the phone.

Azan magrib sounded awful, making the girl sitting at his study table stop his learning activities. He immediately went into the bathroom near the kitchen and purified himself with ablution to perform Magrib prayers.

Elsewhere, Ridho is busy with his phone playing worm games. He is very nervous to see the worm whose path is getting slower and slower.

"It's a long time anyway you hunt for food, make a sprain of worms," said Ridho on the worm that was on the screen of his handpone.

Shortly thereafter, the voice of Azan was heard by him.

"Azan, what do I pray for? I pray, but I am lazy. Even though I have to insist on praying, I go to the mosque just now."

In the mosque is seen Ridho who stands behind the imam. He performs Magrib prayers in the mosque.

After praying and praying Ridho went home on foot to his house because the distance of the same house mosque was not too far away.

"Where did you come from?" ask Indra who happened to pass by.

"Gue from the mosque" replied Ridho.

Indra frowned. "Well, isn't the mosque wrong? Why go to the mosque?" ask again.

"Yes pray, keep doing again," replied Ridho ketus.

Indra put the back of his hand on the forehead of his friend and best friend.

"Not hot, you're not taking the wrong medication, are you? How tumben lo sholat? Since when do you repent?" Indra still did not believe what the friend said.

"Since then," replied Ridho put on an annoyed face to the question of his friend that one.