Adult Zone
18. Nausea Love

...MUTALAF LOVE...

...Written by David Khanz...

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Aria ....

I stared coldly at the face of the girl. No power to resist the blood rush and the heart rate is increasingly spurting. I want to scream loudly calling your name. My only hope was one, with the girl turning her head and smiling for a moment.

But why are these lips tightly clenched. Heavy and hard to open. What charm do you have, so I am so impressed when I look at you, Zahra!

The sky blue veil with a matching dress code, never left a piece of the aura of his body open. So that the curves of his body are also difficult to guess.

I got to know the girl at the inaugural launch of the college magazine. I was trusted to lead this project. After giving a welcome, I immediately ran backstage. Avoid questions from ink coolies and flash blinding camera blitz lights. In a hurry, I accidentally bumped into someone. Reflexes, my steps stopped.

I saw the figure of a hooded girl trying to get up from the floor. From her grimacing lips, I know, that girl must have been enduring the pain of the fall earlier.

"Eh, sorry, yeah! Not intentionally!" I said while hand-picking bringing salaman.

The girl looked over for a moment.

The first time I thought, the girl would get angry with dirty words and deafen her ears. However ….

"It's okay. I was wrong anyway. I didn't see the direction of your path. Try if I choose another path, maybe it won't happen like this, right?" said the girl with a smile.

My hand answered without touching her white palm. I immediately pulled my hand back as soon as possible. Shame too, I think.

"Oh, no. I should have, dong, been the one apologizing. I, right, that … "

"That's it, don't argue! If you feel guilty, sincerely, I'm sorry. And vice versa, yes," the girl's smile was always present in every soft speech he said.

"But it looks like you .. "I went awry.

"Let's! Just fall, really. Not much compared to the many blessings God has given. More than we can imagine .. "the girl replied as she passed after saying her greetings.

I'm flabbergasted.

The girl's answer was short but broad. For a long time I was stunned where I stood. I forgot to ask the girl's name.

The face is soothing and speech that can make people reluctant to flirt. Everything is haunting my every point of view. There was not even a hint of pain from her soft voice.

"Ooohh ... That girl? Zahra. Why emang? A crush? What is tumben level elo kayak? Isn't it because of the mood of the fasting month, huh? Keep your mind so follow religious? Like the makeup of the artists on TV. Abis the month of fasting, back again to its original habitat," replied Dita when I asked about her close friend.

"Elo don't think negative first, dong, Dit! Elo, right, my friend. He is also a friend of Elo. What's wrong, if I ask who's elo's friend?" I'm trying to diplomacy.

Bothered.

"Don't be a hypocrite, deh, you! If there is one type of human who asks about the other opposite sex, business moreover, if not a matter of the heart? Relax, let me say hello!"

"Eh, don't do it, dong, Dit! I don't mean … "

"Stop, please, Man! I know the elo card. If you have good intentions with him, continue. I will support elo. But don't try to play with him! Remember, Man! Never underestimate women in terms of softness. As long as you know, a man's success never escaped the role of women!"

"Lunatic you! By the way, anyway? Basic crazy!"

I rushed away from the figure of Dita who began to relapse his old disease. Avonturist. Literary kids mostly, anyway, like that!

Crazy one!

It's 02:00 in the morning. The shadow of the hooded girl continued to fill my brain. Tomorrow, I have to get up early. Given, there are papers to be discussed in the campus meeting room.

"Ramzy ... Why, anyway, lately elo hard for me to meet? Every time I come in contact, there's always a reason. Why the hell, honey?" ask Vita, my boyfriend, at lunch together.

"Gue's busy, Vit! Elo knows for myself, right, I'm the Head of Campus Magazine! I have almost no time to spare" I replied accordingly.

"Yes, already! You just get out of the cheap magazine. There's no luck, either. There's no money!"

"It's not a matter of money, Vit!" I was not happy to hear my girlfriend's comment.

"I guess elo again bete, deh, honey! Yes, not .

discuss the issue first, huh? Now we eat first, run out of it elo anterin I shopping huh?"

"Gue's not hungry! I'm fasting again!"

Vita laughed loudly. Until some cafe visitors who were there simultaneously turned their heads towards us.

"Since when did elo fast? Only fools like to hold on to hunger! What, anyway, is fasting lucky? Find a disease!" Vita laughed again.

"Enough Vita! Do you think this is funny? Sorry, I can't find you anymore!" I said with a growling voice holding back the anger.

Vita's laughter fell silent.

I'll pass quickly from that damned place. Vita chases from behind. But until the tire screams of my car bite the road, I don't care about the screams.

Sorry, Vit! Religion is not a joke.

Religion? Good Lord!

When did I start thinking about religion? All my life, never once knew my true religion. All I know is that my religion is Islam and his place of prayer is in the mosque. The rest, I don't understand. How many times a day should I pray? What to do in the mosque? I don't know. My parents never planted the seeds of religious teachings in my life. All they know is that I have to be formally educated and have an academic title. Whatever the cost and wherever they want to get an education, for them it is never a problem. Importantly, I can be a successful human being in the business of economics. That is the real pride that my parents will feel later.

That cool sky blue veil became the opening point of another dimension of my mind. There have been a lot of things that have been forgotten in my life.

My desire to be able to meet and talk directly with the figure of Zahra, finally fulfilled as well. Of course, it was all thanks to Dita's help.

"Talk in the open, huh? And I beg you, my friend, to come with us here" Zahra said in a soft voice.

Good Lord!

The longing that had been hidden seemed to disappear once I looked at the shady face of the hooded girl.

"How about, Brother Ramzy?" Zahra asked for approval.

I was shocked. My daydream is like a cloud in the wind.

"Oh, yes! Sure was! Uh .... what was elo .. uh, you said? Oh, aye! This fat guy can sit here, really! Why not?" my sahut was immediately welcomed by the fierce eye of Dita.

"Thank you, Brother! Sorry, it's nothing. If not fellow mahromnya in one place, I fear will cause prejudice others. At least, if there is one of us, it will be able to be used as a witness if things happen that are not desirable," said Zahra who never once his eyes turned towards me.

"Oh, yes! I agree! Uh, what was that? Mahrom, huh? I ... uh, I ... oh, yes! I'm not your mahrom, am I? Someday, anyway ... May-maybe, dong, yes, we are mahroman? Hehe .. "I said pretentiously.

I think that mahrom must mean friend. Or maybe a girlfriend. Yeah, girlfriend! If he hadn't been dating, he wouldn't have wanted to be with me. I hope he wants to be my mahrom. Of course I will also be his loyal mahrom. Hehe ....

Zahra seemed to want to smile but tried to be detained. Another with Dita. The fat girl was precisely giggling behind her palm.

"Is something wrong with me?" I asked in surprise to see the two of them looking at each other.

Zahra asked Dita to be quiet.

"I'm sorry for both of us. I hope you forgive me."

"Eit, wait a minute. Don't call me brother, dong! The horror is too formal, yes! Just call me Ramzy, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't dare. I think Brother's older than our age. It's appropriate that we call you brother! Think of this as one of our forms of appreciation and respect for the senior sister of the campus. Isn't that so, Dit?", asked Zahra to Dita who was stroking her stomach.

"Yes, no, Non! After that, the cave will not get iftar rations, nih!" exclaim Dita greeted with sweet laughter Zahra.

I was so fascinated by this girl. There is not a single beauty that I have felt so far, except for the figure who is not far from where I am today.

Since that introduction, I have indeed been accustomed to greeting Zahra. Speaking alas. The girl never gave me more time to talk to me.

Good Lord!

The clock is at 03:30 in the morning. I'm not asleep yet either.

How'this?

One morning when I was busy sharing my duties with fellow administrators of the campus magazine, Zahra appeared with Dita. It seemed, wherever this hooded girl existed, not a single eye would turn away from the figure that was approaching me.

He stepped while bending his gaze and just following where Dita was going. That is, in the direction where I am currently standing, watching the elegant veil.

"Say, come on, dong, by the way!" Dita whispered while looking into my eyes that did not want to escape from the figure of Zahra.

"You, Dit! I, right, have … "

"Aaahh .. always me, deh, who is the spokesperson!" sahut Dita with grumbling lips.

Zahra just smiled and pinched the little fatty friend. His face remains down.

"What's up, anyway? Tumben came here? Kangen, yes, same me?" I'm a little flirting.

Of course I aimed at the figure who continued to flank Dita's arm.

Zahra was about to move on, but was detained by Dita while giving me a sign, "Ssttt ... don't talk about what my friend doesn't need, Man! You know, right, if … "

"OK .. Okay .. Sorry! I ... uh, I'm flabbergasted! I promise I won't do the same again. Except ama elo. "I replied a little jokingly.

Zahra poked Dita's back, as if giving a sign that Dita should immediately tell the intent of their arrival.

"Okay, look, Ramzy dude! My friends, ZAHRA, mo say goodbye. He may not be able to meet again starting tomorrow," said Dita finally.

"Lho, why?" my reflexes asked curiously at once there was a sense of shock hitting my chest.

"He will continue his studies in … "

"Where … ?"

Dita glared irritatedly as I cut her words earlier. Her index finger stuck to her lips hinted that I should just be quiet.

"Sorry, please continue."

"He will continue his studies in Cairo!"

"Al Azhar .. what do you mean?"

"Where else? Do you think I want to be TKW?" dita's eyes are getting bigger.

"Why … ?" I'm getting curious and hoping that Zahra herself will say it all.

Not Dita the fat body.

"He wanted to deepen his religious knowledge there. Simultaneously ... want to keep elo!"

"Oh, no! No! The last one is not true. Sorry, Dita was just joking, Brother Ramzy," Zahra finally exclaimed.

His eyes looked at me with regret.

"Why should I go to Cairo? Is there no place for religious education here that can fill your aspirations, Zahra?" ask me lirih.

Suddenly there was a fear of losing the figure of the hooded girl.

Afraid loss? Wh why? Did ... I start falling in love?

Of love? Since when?

"That's not the reason, brother."

"Then … ?"

"My father lives in Cairo. He asked me to stay there and continue my religious education. Maybe for a period of time that is not short," said Zahra while looking down.

"Then ... Why do you have to tell me? I'm, aren't you, Ra?" my voice's stifled.

There is a pain that slices the walls of the heart. Don't know why?

Zahra flinched and took a few steps back. His face slowly lifted and looked at me sharply. There was a bitter feeling emanating from her beautiful eyeballs.

"Right right! I'm a nobody to my sister. And vice versa. I'm sorry, if I dare to be presumptuous, brother," Zahra lowered her head.

His lips were shaking violently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zahra! I didn't mean that. I mean that was … "

"No! I'm the one who should apologize, brother."

"Zahra .. I … "

"I thought I was happy to share my knowledge with Ramzy. I hope that all the religious learning I have learned so far can be useful for everyone, including my brother! And ...Astaghfirullahal'adzim … "

"Why, Zahra? What's up?"

"Sorry, if I ever thought that I was smarter than my brother about religion. O Allah, forgive your servant, O Allah," Zahra began to sob.

I started to get confused and go wrong. I wanted to grab the girl's body and let her cry on the chest. Just like I always did with Vita, my boyfriend.

But this girl. He was too holy for me to touch even once.

"Zahra, I'm so grateful to know you as a friend."

A pal?

Bye … !

I was too hypocritical to choose that word. Because to be honest from the start, I wish Zahra could be more than a friend. A boyfriend? The word was probably too harsh and was afraid it would hurt his heart.

"I've always been looking for and asking you to discuss religion. I'm really grateful to know you, I'm beginning to know more about my own religion."

Isak Zahra stopped between his long breaths.

"So, you're too brave to say that last sentence."

"What's wrong?"

"If you know religion because of me, then what does God mean to you all this time?"

"Because I'm sure this is one of His ways of guidance reserved for me. And maybe for some other people, besides me? That is, through you, Zahra," I subconsciously wanted to hold her shoulder but woke up because Dita brushed my hand away quickly.

"Dare to fuck ... I've got lo!" exclaim Dita clenched fist.

"Sorry, I .. uh, I didn't realize!"

"More … !" exclaim Dita again while holding the middle finger in front of my face.

Zahra was silent for a moment. Eyes closed.

From his lips I occasionally saw him reciting something. I don't know what that sentence is. But from his breath, I heard him say, 'Subhanallah'.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ramzy. We can't stay here long. I saw people start to notice us earlier .. "Zahra took something out of her bag, "accept it as my memories. Hopefully helpful. I'm sorry, if you've known Brother for making a lot of mistakes."

After greeting, Zahra immediately left me who was still standing still. Dita followed the steps with eyes as if wishing I had said something. But I don't know the meaning of Dita's eyes. Just speechless while grasping the square box package that Zahra had given.

"Hello .. dear .." one voice called me from behind.

I looked towards the direction the sound came from.

"Vita?"

I gasped in shock at the figure of Vita who came suddenly. But what makes me even more surprised, it is the appearance of Vita who looks very strange. She wore a long, covered dress and an untidy hijab veil. Her bangs were puffed between the tight veil cloth she was wearing.

"Where? I look like a village girl who just talked to you, right?" ask Vita while flipping her body like a model on a paint walk.

"Vita?"

"Hahaha ... elo thinks only he can make it? I don't beat it either, honey?" Vita was twitching spoiled in my chest.

"That's it, Vita! What the fuck, anyway, lu?" I let go of Vita's embrace which kept trying to hold me tightly.

"Why, anyway, lu? Usually also cuey in public kayak gini!" vita hugged me back.

"No, Vita! Leasin!" exclaim me with a loud voice that makes Vita suddenly speechless while looking at me in wonder, "Listen! From now on there is nothing more between us! Forget me and never look for me or come to me again! Wanna?"

"Romname … ! How is that, anyway?"

"Because I DON'T LIKE ELO!"

I immediately left Vita who was screaming incoherently. I was so sick of seeing that woman. Why do I know a strange creature like him? Arrogant and pretentious woman. Trying to charm me with the beauty of his body and hoping to dredge my parents' wealth with his spoiled attitude.

Huh! It sucks!

Though all this time I have known that he also often sells his body's makeup to the world worshipers out there.

BRUCK! BRAAKK!

"Astaghfirullah … !"

I flinched from the daydream, when the book that was being held fell to the floor and made a loud noise.

I saw the clock on the wall showing at four in the morning. Sayup-sayup out there I heard the dawn prayer that was echoing through the loudspeakers. I really can't sleep tonight. I also did not eat sahur.

The sahur?

Since when do I eat sahur? Even fasting? Since when do I pray? I have never known those words in my entire life. All I know is that I am Muslim. And that is also because it is printed on the ID card and other identification cards.

Zahra's handbook yesterday afternoon lay under the bed. From the dim lights of the room, I can still see the big writing on the cover of the book, GUIDE TO RIDHO ILAHI. I just read a few sheets. The more I read, the greater the curiosity about the religion that I have been living. Including my duties to God.

At the end of the page I found some neat and beautiful handwritten lines. It must be Zahra's writing.

"If we are confident in the presence of GOD, then be assured that GOD will also present His servants in a similar way."

The same asa? Asa who? Which servant? What does Zahra mean is the two of us? Does Zahra also have the same taste as I have felt all along?

I don't know .. I don't really want to speculate on those questions. For now all I want is to bow down before Him for the first time in all my life. I'm sure Zahra will definitely smile behind her graceful veil, when she sees me starting to wet this face with ablution water .…