Men's Soleh Wealth System
61. The Lost Time
[Try guessing for yourself! ]
Aziel scrunched her head in her hair with both hands. An incredible pain felt in his head. A passing shadow at a glance depicts him last in front of the tomb of an Arsen.
"Ah, is my son awake?"
[That's how it is. He's the one who got you into this place. ]
"Have he been caught for stealing?"
[Hmmm, the beginning was like that. But, it seems like the jumawa character that is in you, is attached to it. ]
Aziel sighed grasping the bars with both hands. These bars remind him of the dark times he was in custody when caught by Interpol first.
"Aziel, what should Papa do to free this body?"
[teet ]
Aziel was very upset with the sound of the sign. It was a voice warning of a mistake he had not heard for a long time.
"Why again this time?"
[Your son did not perform the prayers of Magrib and Isha! Your charity points are reduced! ]
"Well? Isn't it my fault?"
[Yes, your fault! Why don't you educate your child well since he came into this world? ]
Aziel again scratched his head violently.
Some time later, Aziel shook the padlock on the door. The police who were listening approached him.
"What else? Want sahur?" the police satirist glanced at a time that still showed twelve o'clock at night.
"I have not prayed, sir."
"Yes, pray it!" sniffed the police.
"But I'm peeing, sir. I have not yet waged." Both Aziel's hands came out of the bars fused together as they were cupped.
"Geekeeh!" The police look angry. Finally, he unlocks the lock of the prisoner, accompanying Aziel to the toilet inside the police station.
After that, he returned to the detention room while directly performing the prayers of isha and tarawih left behind. The police who noticed him only shook their heads in wonder at the behavior of this teenager.
"Sir, do you have a Koran?"
"Make what?"
"I want to memorize it sir. Tonight has to finish the second juzz."
The police officer was surprised to hear the words of the young man who suddenly changed the character compared to when he was arrested earlier. However, the police eventually handed over a small Koran stored on a shelf not far from him.
"Thank you, sir."
Aziel took a comfortable position and started reading Al-Baqarah 142 to 252. The eleven verses are read smoothly, and the rhythm is beautiful. The police on duty at night, relentlessly glancing to hold the chest heard the voice of Aziel in chanting the holy verse.
After finishing, the mushaf (Little Quran) was closed and this time he repeated it from juzz 30, followed by the first juzz, and the second juzz.
"Shadaqallahul 'adzim ...." Aziel rubbed the mushaf in his face and realized outside the cell that men in uniform were on duty tonight.
"Son, why were you on the road? If you comply with traffic, you may not be arrested. Where are your parents? Why didn't anyone come to pick you up?" ask one of the policemen who wiped his tears when Aziel finished depositing his sentence.
"I'm an orphan, sir. Both my parents are dead. I'm alone in this world."
The policemen seemed increasingly concerned about Aziel. "Waaah, you must be sad to live a kara? However, why can you bring the luxury bike without a clear letter?"
"Well, that's a gift bike, sir."
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[You have completed three of the thirty juzz that you must memorize! ]
[However, there is bad news for you."
"What's that?"
[Every hour Aziel wakes up, then the time to increase your charity will decrease by one day. Earlier, Aziel had spent ten hours, then, you will lose ten days of your life hitching a ride on your child's body. ]
Aziel looked stunned. He began to try to calculate the time he had spent hitching a ride on his son's body.
[It seems, you should speed up your duty in adding charity to the good! I can't predict when your son will wake up again! ]
[The rest of the time adding to your charity is currently sixty days away. ]
"So, I can only gather the world's practice of staying sixty more days? Hmmm ... Well ... After this sahur, I have to do something that can't make my son wake up."
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After waking up the Jockey, he was greeted by a warm embrace of his housemates. However, Aziel who was already focused with his mind, immediately looked for food that he could enjoy for sahur this time. Apparently, it's still dates and milk uht only.
"Gue can't find a side dish!" said the Jockey who ate the act of the Apostle.
After finishing a glass of milk, Aziel immediately cleaned himself to change Muslim clothes and sarongs. "Quick change your clothes and ablution! We're going to the mosque! You are azan!" aziel's Letters.
"Huh? L'm I?"
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After performing the congregational Fajr prayer, Aziel got a notification there was a fund re-entry from the System. However, he ignored. He spent some money to share directly he gave to all the worshippers who carried out in the mosque this morning.
"Well? Can sustenance after the dawn prayer?"
"Yes, Sir. Moga blessings. If you are not hindered do not forget to pray in the mosque? Because, men are encouraged to pray in the mosque," said Aziel.
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After the money in his hand ran out, the troops who returned were astonished at the Young Master's change of attitude, choosing to take a long distance put on a high level of vigilance.
"Come over? Why are you guys moving away like you saw a ghost like that?" Aziel reached into his pocket. His head was wildly looking for the one man he had always believed in.
"Cano!"
A man named Kano approached, though he was hesitant. This time he was sure, Aziel who was currently present, was not Aziel who had called him with 'Om.'
Aziel handed me a wad of money. "This time, I leave it to you! Buy five hundred kilos of chicken. Make sure you get the chef today! Today, I will go carry out an errand."
"What tasks, Young Master? Let us help make it easier" Kano said.
"It's a special task for me, it can't be replaced by anyone. Remember, five hundred kilos of chicken. When you cook, as usual, share it! Leave a little to open later!"
Kano nodded quickly. Aziel turned his body. Today, he had a great mission, jumping into a country that had just been attacked by the Zionist state.
