Men's Soleh Wealth System
8. Imam Mosque

'Sist, where is the reward after doing my mission?' he said in his heart.

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However, there was no answer from the system.

'Ck!' Aziel clucked, but he returned silent. He looked at everyone waiting for iqomah to reverberate while performing the sunah prayer. However, Aziel this time chose to sit around waiting.

Shortly thereafter, the iqomah reverberated to make all pilgrims who wanted to perform congregational prayers, rise from their position. Aziel also got up and turned to see everyone standing at a very close distance.

Aziel who did not want to be squeezed in the crowd, chose a position alone behind. However, his body moved by itself back to the front position. He realized his body was being controlled by the System.

He tried to fight back, but a force that came out of nowhere, freely controlling his body to stand in a tight shaff.

"Shaff straightened and tightened!" said the Imam who led the prayer of Ashar this time.

Hearing that, Aziel finally gave himself to side by side with the other congregation. When the Imam began to perform prayers marked by the imposition of ihram.

"Allahuacbar!"

All the worshippers raised their hands near their ears. Aziel glanced left and right then did the same. However, he was astonished. Why the Imam is only silent and does not sound the prayer reading aloud. Aziel still looked puzzled glancing left and right. Everyone looks awed with their prayers. Aziel decided to give it up and did so without protest.

However, it turns out .. every change in the movement of prayer, still marked by the sound of takbir. This makes Arsen who was in Aziel's body as if de javu in the past, when he was a child. During his time he studied with a njai teacher who was deliberately called by his father. But that wasn't long. Hunting his parents moved from one country to another, and again settled in this country after establishing a hospital.

Deghs

He recalled the time he had asked his own father to take over the leadership of the hospital. The prayers he did began not to be solemn. His heartbeats felt so fast that his breathing felt tight. Her tears began to fall without being blocked in her pelupuk.

When everyone had saluted, finished the prayer, the young man in school uniform was still standing with his hands crossed, as was the position of the prayer. All the worshippers looked at the teenager who was crying in his prayer.

The priest who had been leading the prayer, now also noticed a handsome teenage boy, looking as hiccuped without realizing he had missed far.

The priest moved closer and patted the young man on the shoulder. Suddenly he gasped and his hand went down. He glanced to the left and right only to realize that there were no more pilgrims in a standing position.

"What's wrong with you, son? What do you think of in your prayer?" ask the white bearded man.

"Ah, I ...." Aziel wiped her tears with her white uniform arm that had changed brownish color.

"Let's come with me for a moment!" the Imam of the mosque.

Aziel followed the old man towards the corner of the mosque that felt faint.

"Please sit!"

Aziel glanced at everyone who seemed to be starting to leave the mosque. "But I have not prayed, sir," he hissed.

"Yes, I know. It's just that I want to know your reason, why can't you focus when performing the prayer congregation earlier?"

Aziel lowered her face. It is impossible for him to say that he remembered his ignorance in the past. He chose to be silent.

"It looks like it's something heavy huh?" ask the priest back.

Aziel was still unmoved without giving a response to the white-bearded man.

"I'm Arsen, sir. Fifty years old." Aziel was silent for a moment. He realized he had just made a mistake.

"Arsen? Fifty years? My age?" The man stroked his beard laughing thinking this young man before him was joking.

"I mean it's my dad. His name is Arsen, fifty years old. But, my father does not look as old as Father," he said again.

"Huhah, is that it? So whose name are you? Why is your age so far away? At my current age, I have many grandchildren" said the Imam.

"Oh–oh, my father and mother were late enough to get a child. After eight years, only they had me" Aziel said slightly.

"Oh yes, my name is Aziel, Mr. Ustadz."

"Oh, Aziel .. it turns out so." The bearded man nodded his head again. "But, it looks like you are the same age as my daughter Kirana. He's still in eleventh grade."

Aziel did not respond to the name, as he felt unfamiliar. However, slowly he began to pay attention to his interlocutor. He considered, in fact, his real self should be the same age as this man. However, his blur and condition during life seemed much younger. This is because he used to often exercise and martial arts training. He always makes himself look good.

"Then, do you want to tell me the reason why you were left alone during the prayer?"

Aziel shook her head. "Just remember my sad old days, Mr. Ustadz."

"It looks like you're having a rough time in your very young age." The white-bearded man nodded his head back.

"Are you wudhu?"

"Already, sir," said Aziel.

"Is wudhumu gone?" ask the man who served as the Imam of this mosque.

Aziel shook his head in doubt. "Sa-I do not know how to worship and pray properly. This is the first time after a long time I return to ablution and prayer."

The bearded man nodded back. "Masiah Allah ... I'm so proud to hear that someone started to repent like this." He nodded his head.

"Well, I'll teach you the proper ordinances of ablution. The more true wudhumu, the more true your prayers will be. So, the key does start with how to properly sanctify!" The imam of the mosque noticed the state of Aziel. That brown-eyed handsome face, was seen wearing extremely dirty clothes.

"You wait here for a moment!" He got up and headed for a room inside the mosque. Shortly thereafter, he handed the school teenager a white koko, sarong, san kopiah.

"Now you take a shower first, then change your clothes with this."

Aziel looked at some of the objects in the hands of the imam of the mosque. "What's Mr Ustadz for?"

"To be clean when you meet God."

Aziel nodded her head. Without a second thought he went to the bathroom of the mosque and cleaned himself using the soap that was there. For the first time in his life, take a bath in a public place like this. However, all was turned back, as he entered and lived the days of being the son. Which in fact lives full of pain.

After finishing the bath, he immediately put on the clean clothes the priest had just given him during the prayer. When the bathroom door opened, the priest was standing right in front of the door.

"Quickly read the prayer after getting out of the bathroom!" said the bearded man.

"W-what?"