The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 47: The Pearl of Life

The morning prayer service is over. Arsyanendra approached the crowd at the portico of the mosque. They looked so emotional, pointing at someone lying curled up in the corner of the foyer.

"What's up, To? How many are like this?"

"That, Mbah. Some people even sleep in mosques, like there's nowhere else."

"Oh, that's it." Arsyanendra smiled, then sat down next to the sleeping man. He signaled to other people to go home first.

While Zayan, he watched over the grandfather from the door of the Mosque.

Gently, the twilight-aged man woke up the person who was still lying before him.

"Mass? Is sampean okay?"

The man who had curled up earlier, slowly woke up. He rubbed his face and sat cross-legged in front of Arsyanendra.

"Where's the gas?"

"I'm from town S. Sorry, Cake. I was traveling, tired, last night I was hitchhiking sleeping here."

"Oh, so. Sorry, can I see the sampean ID card?"

The man dressed in shabbiness pulled the wallet out of his pocket. Take out a card.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah." yeah." Arsyanendra read carefully what was written. "Mas already praying?" ask after you finish reading the card.

"Not yet, Cake."

"Then, please, pray first. I say goodbye, if anything is needed, monggo stopped by my house. The wooden house with blue paint on the other end." Arsyanendra pointed in a direction.

Zayan approached the grandfather as the man went to the bathroom of the mosque.

"Bahkung, Zay deg-degan look at Mbahkung like that. Are you not afraid that the person did evil to Mbahkung?"

Arsyanendra smiled at his grandson's words.

"The one who puts himself under shelter when he is tired in the house of the Lord, what evil do you do, Le?"

"Can, who knows ...."

"Ndak can be bad-tempered just because of appearance, Le. We don't know in a person's heart what it is. All God's creatures should be treated equally. Helping someone, won't make you lose. Because when we help others, we are helping ourselves for another day."

"Njeh, Mbahkung."

"Come, let's go home first, Le!"

Quickly, Zayan helped the grandfather to his feet. He held the arm of the twilight man whom he respected and loved. Then the two men of different generations walked together.

"You know what, Le? Why did I ask you to study religion more deeply in the pesantren?"

"Let Zay be the pride of parents and smart to teach?"

"That's both wrong. The main thing I think is, it's for your morals, Le. If you only read and memorize, children can also be like that. The most important thing is, when you teach, you can apply what you are reviewing for yourself first, then others."

"Yes, Mbahkung. Zay's trying for that, too."

"In addition, after your religious knowledge is deeper than others, you can also not be arrogant. You cannot use your intelligence to judge others and judge them. Reminds me of the may, but it must be with adab."

"Njeh, Mbahkung."

"Tomorrow, when you are in a match with a man who does not even know his Lord closely. You should also slowly introduce it. With love, with tenderness. As the teachings of Kanjeng Prophet. In fact, in this day and age, many people claim to be religious but do not know their God closely."

"Many people claim to be religious, but do not understand their own religion. Taking care of each other's sins, busy rooting for the sins of others. But he forgot that he too had not escaped sin. There are also people who really do not know how to approach their Lord. Then lapse. Because not everyone is born in a religious or religious environment."

"Njeh, Mbahkung."

After arriving home, Arsyanendra asked Zayan to come back with him for a walk. Looking for food for breakfast. Someone clawed and waved from the top of his bike.

"Bahkung, that was the man who slept in the mosque."

"Yes, Indeed. Remember, Le! The mosque is the house of God. Anyone who needs a place to rest, deserves it. Provided, don't disturb the person who is worshiping in it."

This morning, Zayan's heart was so peaceful. Living with his grandfather in such a small town, made him more comfortable and comfortable. Not much different from what was felt in the pesantren. He regretted not really studying there, after knowing the reason the grandfather first asked for it.

After finishing breakfast and cleaning the house. Zayan is getting ready to head to the office where he works as an intern. As usual, he waited for the bus at the stop. This time, he wore a short-sleeved batik shirt behind his flagship jacket.

A few minutes later, the awaited city bus has arrived. The atmosphere is still quiet on the bus. Just a few passengers in high school uniforms and mothers with their shopping carts.

Some of them are already busy chatting. Arguing about the continuation story of the beloved soap opera they watched last night. On the other hand, some people were busy with cell phones in their hands.one or two passengers also boarded from the bus stop.

The bus that Zayan was riding on, had stopped at a stop in the middle of the office and shopping center. The man got off along with the other passengers. Population density, began to be felt in the middle of the small town. With so many people beginning to pass by.

Zayan walked into the building where he worked. Greet the security standing at the entrance with a smile and a nod. Even when he met his male co-workers.

Arriving at the desk, as is the daily routine, Zayan checks the table and its surroundings. He threw away the unused papers that were scattered. Mr. Zul waved as they passed by.

"Just come, Mas?"

"Yes, sir."

"You want coffee?"

"Can, Sir."

"Wait, yeah, Mom! After I finish the job on the other floor."

"Yes, sir."

***

"This is our home, Nduk. It's not great, but it can make us shelter from the heat and rain."

Mesha looked at the wooden house carefully. He did not mind the place at all, now most importantly, he needed a place to stay. Reluctance to go home, bind his ego.

"Yes, Mom. Nothing, I thank you for being allowed to stay here."

The middle-aged woman approached an old wooden cabinet, she picked something up and stretched it out to Mesha.

"This is my son's old shirt, Nduk. But this is the best I have in this house. Oh, yeah, what's your name, Nduk?"

"Thank you, Mom. Me, Me-eh, Indira. You can call me Indi."

After some people found it in the shop earlier. Since then, Mesha is determined to start something new in a new place. The owner of the empty stall where he was hiding, took him home. Luckily, the woman was not too nosy, asking a lot. The thing he was most grateful for, the woman willingly accepted it.

Mesha changed kebaya clothes and all the accessories. The clothes given by the mother earlier, fitting the size. A simple dress with a length up to the knees. His gaze caught a clear circle that soaked the eyes of the owner of the house when he looked at him. Then, the middle-aged woman, rubbed her two eyes.

"You'll be home soon, Nduk. My husband works as a lackey in the office."

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