Dear, My'Eve
FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND YOUR RELIGION

Ernest glanced at Caroline's circular hand link on her stomach tightly, not the warmth or vibes she got, but the unease and ilfeel. There was no feeling like the one he got when he got close to Aisya.

Maybe if he wasn't riding a motorcycle he would throw Caroline's hand from there.

Ernest brought his motorbike right while the other congregation was still parking a lot of vehicles, the cool air of the area made Sunday mornings quite cool, although crowded.

"That's a car om, my aunt-papa!" show the girl in a knee-length black dress, matching Ernest's long-sleeved black shirt.

Ernest restored his hair and looked at the other corner of the parking lot. After putting a helmet on his motorcycle, Ernest entered the place of worship.

But without warning, Caroline poked her hand around Ernest's arm, "Lin!" Ernest brushed.

With Caroline scowling, "why is Nest?!"

"So, it's also nothing."

"Because on my bike I'm fine-fine. But now we are in front of a place of worship. Please, appreciate me!" with a flat face Ernest entered first leaving Caroline.

Ernest's attitude just made Caroline exhale violently, why the hell Nest you can't see me?! I'm telling you about Aisya, you just found out!

Cold cold weather makes the atmosphere peaceful. Wooden chairs lined up in two rows on the left right facing the altar with something Ernest knew was the incarnation of God.

In the left-hand corner of her parents, grandpa, her sisters and Caroline's family were sitting among dozens of other congregations. Ernest deliberately chose to sit on an empty bench by not being united with his family, including full, so that Caroline did not follow him.

Praises and verses of God began to fill every corner of the place of worship and the heart cavity of every congregation, some even faithful shed tears. But in the midst of the specificity of worship, which Ernest imagined instead of contemplating and glorifying his Lord.

"You were, did I believe in my God?"

"I believe 1000 percent strongly that I believe with all my soul. And here's the proof, the universe with all its contents!"

Aisya's smile adorned every breath that Ernest was currently breathing.

"Aisha! Wait, what do you mean your sin is me?!"

Aisya turned her body still among the crowd of mini-park.

"You're not my mahrom Ernest, but I'm willing to touch. I---" Seen very clearly Aisya's hunting breath.

"I dare to look at you for a long time, with a different feeling!" finally Aisya admitted it. Ernest smiled at her smile.

"What's the problem?"

"The problem is that we are not FAITHful!" Aisya then ran away from Ernest and preferred to join Nistia.

As the more the Sunday chants echoed in the place of worship, the louder the voice of Aisya in Ernest's brain.

"*Al-Baqarah 164, Al-Imran 190*...."

His voice was soft like the singing of nature, making Ernest swept in the strings of love that stirred up a belief, he fell in love with religion....

"*Q.S An-Najm verse 49, and indeed he is the Lord (who owns) the star of Shia'raa*...."

What if grandpa knew, what if both his parents knew, and his whole family knew that Ernest was starting to fall in love with Aisya and his religion.

Ernest approached his parents who were chatting with a husband and wife with his carefree.

"Here we go! Successful candidates in Edo! Nest, how-how-how, do you make the OSN?" om Martin patted Ernest's shoulder.

"Dong pa! Ernest has always been a school pride, hasn't he Nest?!" exciting Caroline.

"Ah, it could be! Caroline's a pinter too!" answer papa Edo.

"Mas Edo has a powerful successor!"

"Why do we eat together now?!"

Ernest only commented on the stiff smile, "pa, which grandpa?" ask Ernest.

"Still the same tor in the dalem, we wait a moment. You'll be home with Car---"

"Pa, Ernest wants permission to leave. Can't anter Caroline, there needs to be the same Gibran as Nistia" replied Ernest.

"Well, what is it?!" exciting Caroline.

"Sorry Lin, I need to find a book for memorization. It was time, afraid of shifting again later in the position," he explained who actually wanted to avoid this unimportant family event.

Martin laughed, "oh, nothing. Ernest also studied for OSN, yes to?"

His papa's gaze was quite sharp but was unable to forbid Ernest.

"What should be Nest now?" ask mama Iren.

"Ernest said he used to be the same grandpa," this young man ran towards his grandfather with a pas tor.

"Grandpa, man,"

"Heraz!"

"Well, this is my grandson, Ernest!" he smiled crisply, Ernest nodded deeply.

"Grandpa, sorry Ernest can't take long. Wanted to stay because there was a need,"

"Well, what a spit? Haven't talked to grandpa?"

"Yes granda, sorry. The next time Ernest went to the house of a grandpa," he grabbed the back of his grandfather's hand and reverent salim.

Without a long wait, Ernest immediately stepped towards his bike.

"Heraz!" scream Caroline.

"Sorry Lin, I'm busy ahead of OSN." he turned the key around and turned it on.

"Don't tell me you want to meet Aisya?!" his eyes stared hard and had a chest. Ernest paused for a moment the step back his iron horse.

"And what's your business?"

"Of course it's my business Nest, you don't see our family really deket Nest? Nest you don't realize how, Aisya same you far away?!"

"If it's far away then I'll approach it" replied Ernest steadily.

"You mean?! Don't be crazy Nest!" caroline's screams are fiery.

"Gue is crazy Lin, but I reasoned crazy. And now you're out of the way,"

"Nlt!" he held Ernest's bike.

"Lo is on the plate what?! What if your family knows, Aisya family?! They're not gonna let this happen!"

"Gue is more memorized by my family, Lin. I know the risks,"

"Well, you're bad! You're willing to get rich gini just because of rich girl Aisya?!" but Ernest did not comment on Caroline's words, he chose to leave there immediately.

"Herstest! !"

His mind was swayed by the overwhelming dilemma this time. Usually if this is the case, then Aisya is the one who is able to give him peace. Until when he stopped at a crossroad, a voice made him realize.

Yeah, that's the sound of the dzuhur adhan, the call for Muslims who roar from a nearby mosque there. From his eyes Ernest saw the same activity always done by the apostle's people before the prayer, namely ablution.

"Ngapain must also be so every want to worship? Let's what?!" his murmur was stopped by a red light that had already turned green.

Then he put the bike aside, trying to call Gibran, Ardi, Nistia and Ajeng.

"*Gue tract as usual, I met Aisya*, origin*,"

"Yinjury!"

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