There's Love In A Wicked Heart
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Reza came home happy. He pointed his ear to touch the bandage that was attached to his forehead, a little pain but it was a sensation he had long craved.

His men are also very good at taking care of him, unlike his old men, when he was still in SMK school where they casually bandaged his wounds with torn used gloves. At least now the wound is wrapped up coolly.

While the final wrestling match that took place earlier felt very stressful. Many students and even teachers gossiped about the match, becoming a hot topic of conversation throughout the University.

Rumors spread as fast as the wind, Reza got a new nickname among the students, and it was still not realized. The nickname pinned on him by the students was the Head of Concrete.

"Assalamu'alaikum "

Reza came in and immediately passed to his room. He was not wanting to answer the question that would be thrown by the magic grandmother, Reza had looked towards Syifa when winning the match earlier, Reza had a chance to look at Syifa, he was already uncomfortable with the strange look that the girl was emitting.

While Syifa who was ironing clothes answered Reza's greeting and then looked at the strange behavior of the man.

There was no reprimand and it just passed like the wind passing by. He had wanted to congratulate, but on the other hand he was confused by Reza's actions to dare to bang his head against his opponent. But he knows that railing at the injured person with a lot of questions is not good. Later not only the body is down, mental as well.

Reza passed to the bathroom also without further ado, avoiding the girl's question that seemed to be the same. It's about worry, advice and in the future it can't be like that anymore.

Time shows at six. Reza's body felt very tired, he was about to rest his body in the most comfortable place for him at this time. It is a mosque.

Peci and sarong are ready, just leave and sleep.

Reza opened the door and was about to leave. Suddenly Syifa's voice stopped him.

"Mas Eza's. "

'Duh, why call this grandmother drop by, would want to lecture in the cave. '

"Yes mother? "

Reza turned his face towards Syifa. Syifa smiled slightly then said back.

"Will you go to the mosque? Wound on the forehead mas wet, change the bandage first let Syifa help. "

Reza nodded. Somehow this one woman is different from his men who are very chatty. Reza then sat on the sofa quietly.

Syifa brought a medicine box, and she took gauze, betadine and cotton.

"Is it still sick? " Tanya Syifa while removing the bandage that was reddened with blood.

"Ndak kok mbak. " Say it short.

Without much more noise Syifa changed the bandage carefully. He also did so without touching Reza's skin at all, they were not mahrom.

Usually women talk a lot. Mama alone if she saw him battered can usually only nag while waiting for the family doctor to come. While his ordinary papa would instead add a punch for him.

But Syifa is different, she feels more affectionate and cared for at a time like this.

"Why don't you want to ask me why I did that? " Tanya was spontaneous. Somehow his lips opened a strange question.

Syifa was just smiling. He then said as he put his P3K box back.

"Surely mas Eza already realized for himself why should do that. "

Reza's confused. He's built up inside himself.

"Did this girl know this cave likes brawls? The reason for the cave is only one. Cave wants to be the strongest guy in the world. But he will not know, cave people again nyamar. "

"Syifa believes that they did it because there is a strong reason. If you can know, why did the mas race to the other side? "

The deg!

'!niesel gua angling talk. The reason for the cave is strong. "

"Maybe because I want to get a Syifa scholarship. He said that achievers can apply for scholarships? The lecture will be free donk. " Reza speaks recklessly. He doesn't even know if there really is such a scholarship, everything is just that he corals just because of spontaneous reflexes.

This time Syifa was full. Reza's answer is understandable. It is true that there are merit path scholarships. "

"My mother goes first. Afraid late. "

'Don't let him think for a long time, later the cave in the question again. Blur the good. '

"Oh yes, mas. Careful. "

Syifa deepened Reza's speech which was actually just a ngasal. The girl's admiration for him.

***

Prayer magrib complete. After the last greeting, the people who were about to return looked at a figure lying in the corner of the mosque, the body rolled up by a sheath.

There are teaching activities after performing the magrib prayer led by the local kiayi complex. His name is Haji hasan.

"Sir, do I need to get rid of that sleeping bum? " Said a mosque manager who felt uncomfortable for Reza's presence.

Haji just smiled. Kiayi complex is famous for its patience.

"But he didn't pray sir, just slept like that from dawn yesterday. Mosques are not shelters. "

. "The house of God is free to anyone who enters. As long as it is useful to many people. Who knows, he has no place to live. Let me take care of it. "

The mosque manager then understood and said goodbye. While Pak Haji hasan left his students who were murojaah.

"Mas, mum.. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. "

In a daze Reza who was sleepy, woke up as someone shook his body. With reflexes he said.

"Ah, who are you? "

Several times the back of his hand rubbed his eyes that were a little. The person in front of him just smiled and then sat in front of him.

"I'm Mr. Hasan. Sorry for disturbing his sleep. May contact? "

Seeing the old man in front of him build up he just wanted to do the unimportant. Reza went back to sleep.

"Later an old acquaintance of his. I'm still sleepy. "

Pak Haji Hasan did not bother Reza further, he then continued to teach his students.

Hasan is seventy years old. He lives a kara and has a simple house in one of the surrounding complexes.

His wife passed away ten years ago and he was not given a child. Therefore he chose to become a teacher njai to eliminate his loneliness. Pak Haji Hasan has a shar'i clothing store that is quite selling in the wrong near the market.

After the Isya prayer is completed. Many pairs of eyes staring at a body that was sleeping asleep. The position is also still the same as when they finished the magrib prayer earlier.

Haji Hasan woke Reza. This time Reza started to sit up and blinked her eyes a few times.

"What's the matter, old man, from earlier you disturbin sleep cave. " Reza with a songong face was disturbed by the arrival of the old man.

"What is a Muslim? "

Reza nodded lazily. While Pak Haji nodded his head small.

Men the age of Reza are very vulnerable to nasehati, otherwise there will only be rebellion. That's because the heart of an aged person is very different from the heart of a child who is still easy to go back and forth.

Pak Haji Hasan did not want to lose this moment. He thought maybe this was God's way of getting him a reward. It is very clear the destiny of Allah, where suddenly there is a young man who always sleeps in the mosque but is reluctant to carry out his duties as a Muslim.

"May you know, have you ever prayed? "

This time Reza nodded. He had no reason to lie to the old man he thought was about to die.

With her hair, Reza went back to sleep.

"Sister want to work ? It's good to add money. "

Hearing the word money Reza slightly opened her eyes. He really needs that paper. But the moment the old man before him said the word work, he began to hesitate.

"It's hard work, isn't it? If the weight of the cave can not old man. "

Haji Hasan just started smiling. His money-making was successful.

"Oh not hard, just take a 30-minute day. No attachment of place. How's it? " Tawar pak Haji Hasan.

Reza's confused. Is there such a job? 30 minutes? Reza still thinks.

"What does it do, sir. If the cave does not want to. "

"It's not hard, you just have to pray together in the mosque. Five times, dhuhur, ashar, magrib, isya' and dawn. Each one may only take you five minutes. "

Reza thought for a moment. Then his lips began to speak again.

"It's hard, old man. His job is easy. But the cave doesn't memorize its clock. The cave does not know that prayer. "

Haji Hasan explained to Reza, they also shared HP contacts. Every time the sign wants to pray roars, Haji Hasan will call Reza. Reza who felt it was not too difficult finally agreed to this business.

"Trus you want to get a cave salary how many old sir? "

"What if two million a month? "

"Five million is not less. " Reza crossed his arms as if he didn't want to renegotiate.

"It's still training. What if three million. "

"OK agree. "