I have a friend at the office who later today rarely carries a car. By late afternoon he said to me that I would come home with me. I think it's okay, all the while chatting together to get rid of boredom facing congestion in Jakarta. The next day he will again, the next day he will be again, for a long time I will be with him. My annoyance is because the road to the house he jammed and that makes me even more annoyed is I can not pray sunset in my favorite mosque that is At-Tin mosque in Taman Mini.
I really like to pray in the mosque especially the sunset prayer because the place is nice, clean and very large.
The next day I deliberately did not talk much with him in the hope that he was not hooked, not nebeng with me again and it is true he did not talk at all want to come nebeng with me. I'm so glad, wah safe, can open the At-Tin Mosque and pray there. But for a long time I feel bad with him, because why I really bad. Just don't like it, I don't want to. After throwing that feeling away, I volunteered to invite myself together and it was my guess that the day he did not bring the car. In the parking lot he told me that his car was inserted by the insurance for the paint and the maintenance of the machine, the worse I was, the bad I am a person.
But maybe because it is still not sincere, I told him that do not go the usual way, can not pass the alternative path that is more smoothly and not jammed. He said there and we counted the start of the office at 17:10 minutes to confirm the truth of the artenative path. And right, the road is really smooth, although it must pass through the village, we run very smoothly.
Finally I found a road that was a bit jammed, where I began to grumble to myself, I was wrong, and it turned out that the traffic jam was because many motorbikes took the road almost ¾ public roads. My kesel really, with a desperate I swerved slightly to the left to avoid the motor and DOR, tires my car torn and broken. Looks like my car tire was hit by an iron sidewalk cover. Damn waduh, I thought in my heart, want to rush even broke the tire. I did not forget the profanity I spilled on a selfish motorbike that took the streets until ¾ the way, even though it was in my heart, but I was really upset.
After putting up a tire and looking for a windmaker to fill my spare tire, I finally dropped my friend in a normal place and again I couldn't pray at At-Tin. Along the way I reflect on the incident and finally I can take wisdom from it all.
Ikhlas is the key, I do not sincerely invite my friend nebeng, the sense of unclutter is also wrapped with my desires are too excessive. My desire to pray in At-Tin Magrib I think it is too much, because along the way before to At-Tin there are many mosques that I can make a place of prayer evening, why I always think to pray at At-Tin.
Secondly, the question of jams, if I asked my friend about the alternative way from the beginning, I certainly do not always grumble in my heart in the middle of traffic jam. After that incident I try to be more willing to help people and God willing the more forward I become a sincere person, Let me to this ikhlasan is paid by buying 1 new tire, it will soon be able to bonus .. he-he-he ....... .