HOLY PRISON

Chapter 17

"hypocrite, don't people who live on this earth always live with masks that cover their faces, can't they be said to be hypocrites?"

Risa said, while sitting and staring straight ahead, her eyes seemed to find a point that made her not want to move to another place.

Angga turns to Risa, Risa's words seem to describe her disappointed in a situation that makes her unable to trust anyone. She seems to have despaired of his own life.

"If they like to live with masks, then we don't live their way, let them cover their faces with masks until the mask makes them realize that God's punishment is real"

Angga said, who managed to make Risa's heart melt a little.

Hearing Angga Risa's words just realized that all this time she was too busy thinking about her suffering alone until she forgot her own god. Not that he approached and complained about the problem he faced with God, but instead he was far from Him. Risa quietly ponders the sentence that just came out of Angga's mouth.

"But I was too sick to wait for them to realize and wait for them to take off their masks, sometimes they and this life made me want to leave immediately or die"

Risa said, who was slightly open and still staring straight ahead.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim ... istigfar Sa ,, You must be grateful that you are still given the opportunity to live ... meaning that God still gives you the opportunity to carve out kindness and serve your parents" Angga said to Risa.

Risa smiled wryly when Angga said that she must be grateful because God had given her the opportunity to worship parents. His heart had melted because of Angga's words, again hardened again. The man did not know the situation between Risa and his parents.

"Why should I improve myself if God is not fair to me, why should I be devoted if the person who should be the handle when I fall, my father and mother told me to stay away from their lives and I make the owner of heaven feel uncomfortable, burdened by presence i am in this world "

Risa said, sounding emotion, but her voice was hoarse, Angga knew that at this moment Risa held back her tears so they would not spill.

Angga who was listening beside him turned and saw Risa's expression which seemed to bring a lot of disappointment and pain.

Accidentally a drop of clear water fell from Risa's eyelids but Risa let it flow without wanting to erase it, her eyes still staring straight ahead which had now been flooded with tears, whether Angga realized or not.

"Thank God for this life, you must believe there is wisdom behind the trials experienced by every human being. And you don't think God is unfair, he gives you enough life, gives you uncles and aunts who love you giving you complete and still functioning well and more lots of body ... it's called unfair "

Angga said softly, there was no anger that could be heard from his tone of voice. The man was not angry even though Risa had time to say it was a little angry.

Risa quietly ponders every word that comes out of Angga's mouth, maybe what Angga said is the truth in Risa's heart, anyway what Zahra said the same, told her to be closer to God. Again and again Angga managed to melt Risa's frozen heart. Not knowing what he was doing to make girls behave ice, it could only melt with simple sentences.

Risa stood up and wiped away her tears and then left without saying a word to Angga.

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Diana Merisa (Risa) POV

"Auntie, Aunt Zahra" Risa said after being home. During the trip, Risa really wanted to go home quickly because she couldn't wait to meet her aunt.

"Waalaikumussalam Sayang" Answer Grandma came to me who was screaming for Aunt Zahra.

"Asalamu'laikum, grandma ... where is Aunt Zahra" I greeted after grandma answered because I forgot, maybe I wasn't used to it.

"It's in the room, what's up, you come looking for aunt"

Grandma said, caressing my hair, I just shook my head, I was too shy to express my intentions to her so I better shake my head to answer that question.

"I'm going to the room, aunt, grandma." I finally said.

I walked into Bibi Zahra's and Uncle Dimas's room, maybe this morning, Uncle Dimas was in the office. Because the adult man with my uncle's status was very busy but even though he was very busy, he would still spend time with his family.

I knocked on her room and before long the door opened to show the face of a long coffee-colored woman who smiled with her face that always looked beautiful.

"What's wrong, Sa?" Aunt Zahra asked with a smile that never faded from her face.

"Tan, I want to, this is me ..."

I said, confused, how to express my wishes to Aunt Zahra.

"Why, what you say, you need not hesitate," said Aunt Zahra gently making me take a breath to get ready to express my wishes.

"I want my aunt to help me learn to remember prayers, I want to go back to praying after a long time of not doing it." I said, finally I could say it too, even though looking down, to be honest I was embarrassed to be very embarrassed.

"Yes, where do you want us to study, your room or in your aunt's room" Aunt Zahra said who immediately seemed very enthusiastic to hear my words.

"In my room, but auntie" My answer again made Aunt Zahra quietly see me who was also silent

"Why?" Asked Aunt Zahra, who looked confused watching me.

"If women pray, can they not use mukena?" I ask, because I don't have mukena.

"It is not permissible when, a woman will pray she must be closed tightly so she has to use mukena, even when not praying, she must continue to close her limbs except for her face and palms, especially women baligh" Aunt Zahra explained, I just nodded at Aunt Zahra's explanation.

"Do you have mukena?" She asked again and saw that I was confused.

I just shake my head, how can I learn to pray if I am right there is no Mukena to study and pray later.

"Yes, you only use mukena auntie, but mukena when are still used in high school, is that OK?" She said that without him realizing it made me excited.

I nodded enthusiastically in response.

"It's okay, I was given a loan when I asked for a new one." My answer, nodding enthusiastically, made Aunt Zahra smile and caress my head.

Aunt Zahra smiled softly and returned to her room to bring mukena, after that we went up to my room on the second floor.

# R05.