Algebra Bride
Untrustworthy

“Those who are not Muslims also do good, they also pray, even they try to be good human beings.  But here, what makes you Muslim or not is the prayer,” Akhmar added with a domineering tone, making the room immediately become tense.  There's no laughing joke.

“The first one that was sniffed was also the practice of prayer,” Akhmar added again.

 “So, you say this, you yourself have prayed yet?” Enyong.

Akhmar stared firmly at Enyong, making Enyong's eyes look like they had been pierced by a dagger.  Akhmar then smiled and said, “Yes already, we started hijrah yuk.”

Everyone exchanged looks.

“Gue know, I'm black mud and full of sin, so I'm not ready to die.  Though dead it does not use tempo, can come anytime.”  Akhmar recalls a creepy dream that had stopped in his sleep.  He had a dream to die.  And it's much more creepy than anything.  When there is not the slightest bit of charity that is owned, death comes suddenly.  Akhmar has not had any readiness.  That's what he's afraid of.

Silent.

There was only the sound of mouthwash chewing food.

Everyone ate their own food.

“Gue does not know when to hijrah.  I really want to be God's chosen man, but to start Istiqomah for hijrah is very difficult,” Jambrong said.  “Gue has been diligent in praying five times, fasting sunnah was not broken. And when that happened, it felt like my life was calm, very peaceful.  Anyway happy. For a long time, my faith went down.  Trus I finally left my habit.now pray also perforated.  Hadeeeh.. suck indeed.”

“Yes already, nyari bini aja, let bini who continue ngingetin fitting us again negligent,”celtuk Atep.

“It must be a very selection choose a prospective wife, let dapet noble character.  The problem is, now it is difficult to nyari that way,” said Jambrong.  

“Lu mah how do you want to dapet sehaa's wife?  He was at club.”  Enyong.

“Lu himself how, Mar?  have you got a future wife yet?” ask Jambrong.

Naturally Akhmar friends are not active on social media, they are too busy in the real world.

Just as Akhmar opened his mouth to answer, Atep hunted biacra first.

“So... By the way, yesterday when Aiza was with me, why did you stop your car that way?  And why did you take him from me?  Not that you have nothing to do with Aiza anymore?” ask Atep.

Akhmar looked at Atep and said, “Aiza is my wife.”

The three interlocutors in front of Akhmar were staring at Akhmar, like a jinn.  The kunyahannya.

Suddenly Atep chuckled, loud.  

“Lo why not?”  Jambrong, who was sitting on Atep's side, patted Atep's arm.

“I'm the one laughing.  Akhmar is passing.  Obviously Aiza said that she and Akhmar had nothing to do, they did not fit in, and even Akhmar already had a lover in Yogyakarta.  Why are you telling me that Aiza is your wife?  Ngarepin's wife could be, but don't be bored.  Can be crazy arentar!”  Atep chuckled again.

“Mar, try your hand at ulanin!  Which one is real?” sue Enyong.

“Gue is not joking.  It's up to you to believe me or not.  What is clear, Aiza has married me,” replied Akhmar.

“Wah wah, I think Akhmar really ngehalu deh.  Yesterday why did you shut up when Aiza revealed that you had nothing to do with it.  Even Aiza thinks you are only a foreman.  If you really are her husband, where might you ngebiarin your wife talk so.  Ngaco.”  Atep head bobble.

Atep's remarks led Jambrong and Enyong to believe that Akhmar was indeed in a high-level hallucination.  Akhmar has always loved Aiza.

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