DIFFERING
Chap 18 (Unlikely)

...Let time answer the end of the scenario that God has designed as best as possible. Yeah, maybe more desperate. Than to be disappointed because of the impossible that I always judge....

Rain drops again at the wrong time. After sentence after sentence the boy blurted out, the thunder with the wind they could no longer avoid. Many ran towards the hall, as well as to the mosque for shelter. The School Hall and Mosque are opposite which only takes about twenty meters. I don't know lately the sky is very happy to spill its tears.

"Bu-that's not what I mean Var!."

Hela's rough breath just came out of Zoya's mouth. Really, he didn't mean to blame the kid. He just wanted to strengthen the brotherhood of the two of them who seemed to start moving away.

Zoya opens her voice again, but has to stop when the pull of someone's hand makes her stand up straight.

"Where are you going?."

The pull he stopped before it was really far from its original place. Oh come on he needs to explain everything to Varo. He looked at Varo who was also staring at his two upperclassmen - Hariz and Zoya.

"In the mosque there is a problem. Just a minute."

Zoya grunts as hell. "Should Zoya go there?."

"Should! I've been waiting with Mr. Zubaid," replied Hariz again pulled Zoya's hand. Before the rain falls, Varo can see how Hariz's jacket moves over Zoya's head. With Hariz running first and Zoya still looking at him as if full of conditions.

"Why Bro? I see it very much."

Varo was aghast, staring at the figure who was suddenly sitting next to him with a hand that was embracing his shoulder.

"Where is the blue? Didn't work?."

Varo shook his head softly, replying to the question of his best friend Reihan. If asked why the child is still here with the other class brothers - it is because he is a member of the SKI (Islamic Spiritual Sie) organization. Who arranged all the preparations of the Prophet's Maulid tomorrow morning.

The sound of laughter Reihan had diverted the attention of other students. "Yeahh sohib I rejected jiakhahaaahhh kasinan..."

Plaques

"Not rejected anying! I haven't shot yet!," said Varo after being satisfied to take Reihan's head.

Yes, Varo is not hypocritical to say what he really feels. And it should have been, since the first time he took Zoya to the blue tent because of his missions to shoot his upperclassman. Ah, maybe you could say very not elite because their introduction is still very short. But, how else.it was all ideas from Reihan for Varo to immediately say his feelings.

Not for a reason, Reihan cringed if only his best friend was losing fast with their upperclassman-Hariz. Though, Reihan does not know what Hariz has to say with his upperclassman. But now Hariz is like a boomerang.

"But Rei-."

There was a pause that Varo let before his voice returned. "Lo's sure Zoya's sister likes me too?."

Reihan.

"I don't think so."

"Dog!."

Plaques

"Omongan lo guarded! A lot of pious kids here, "reihan said after slapping Varo's mouth.

"Smull of the moment. Any problems?."

"Let's have a bad mood."

"Why me or both of them?" Reihan turned his head outside and could see the mosque. The trail where Zoya and Hariz were last seen.

Varo exhaled a rough breath. He bowed deeply before finally saying a word. "If you are compared to Kak Hariz mah much different from me, Rei."

"Clearly superior to Hariz," said Reihan mangosteen with his innocent look.

"Not to be clear!."

"I just wanted to doang, really."

Reihan held back his laughter not when Varo's face turned sour. Ah, it's funny to see her best friend who just had that time of falling in love.

"Sister Hariz and Brother Zoya have one server. When is one server?."

Reihan's question that doesn't bother Varo means it or he replies. One server, or one belief? Much the same.

"That's a long way, Rei."

Varo lowered his head in. Scratch the colorful paper unconsciously.

"Not to be so sad! Not necessarily he likes to go back."

"Omongan lo from earlier really know not Rei! It makes my mood a mess!."

"Not to expect more! You are like Zoya like Heaven and Earth, will not be unique!."

Plaques

"So who told me to shoot yesterday who, bego?!."

Again, Reihan's head became his victim.

"It's very complicated life lo Var, the first time to fall in love - uh even dapet that is difficult to grasp."

Truly, Varo longed to silence Reihan's ever-right mouth!

Both of them remained silent for quite a while. Until Reihan's voice came back and got a steady nod from Varo.

"Lo, do you really like Zoya?."

...)(...

The sun began to show its shape bashfully. Simultaneously, the dhuha prayer begins simultaneously inside the Mosque until outside the Mosque. It did not take long, the completion of the sunna prayer was carried out by all students of Islam - they returned to the hall. The place where the Prophet's Maulid was executed.

After taking care of this, Zoya sat down with her three best friends at the very back. But after that the net was a little patterned when his eyes met with a dark iris belonging to Alvaro.

"Why is the child here?" whispered Zoya to Ayu next to her.

Zoya's best friend follows her gaze to the side, where the boys are. And, everyone frowned. Right, why is he sitting there?

"Yes, most want to join the lecture. Than the bosen in class," Lia replied.

"God! That's not it either. He should be in SKK's room" Zoya replied.

"Who knows the horror of the lecture, after this he converted to Islam," chirped Laila made Ayu and Lia chuckle. However, there is aamiin that is spoken from another heart.

The smile widened when his eyes met again. There's a sense of relief in there, which means that Varo isn't angry with him because of yesterday?

"Let's Zoy! That's tolerance, you know?!."

"Neither time, Lai."

The attention of the four of them turned towards Varo - talking with his twin who had just approached the boy. Even though Zoya and her best friend could not hear because of the hadrah singing that had begun.

"Ngapain anyway, I'm already a mager! Here it is."

"Don't ngaco lo! Our place is not here" whispered Vero who tried to pull his brother's hand to stand.

Reihan who was beside Varo cursed in his heart. Look at them, be a spectacle of the children sitting around them. "Don't be shy in Var! You already got the noh section in the SKK space," said Reihan.

"Gue said no! It's good here in the wind, adem."

"It's a huge block! Want to be cursed with God you become an ungodly people, huh?!."

"Father dah Rei," replied Varo raised both his eyebrows without caring, again sitting firmly towards the front featuring the children of hadrah.

"Var, pity Father you wait noh! Why are you here, you won't understand too, right? Mending to the SKK-room gets his lo science. All ask ruqyah, let your brain be sane again."

"Eh-wait, can Father ngeruqyah?," continued Reihan turned to look at Vero.

"Stand up or do I pull?!," whispered Vero right next to Varo's ear that gave the empress the creeps.

In the end, Zoya could see how the annoyed look of Varo stood lazily following Vero who had walked in front.

"No child," murmured Zoya.

...)(...

The noise of the high school students was increasing the heat when the sun began to reach its peak. Finished already the event Maulid Prophet that was held all day. Netra was busy looking for the figure of the upperclassman who was now her goal. Until the girl's attention is switched when the call calls her name.

"Sister Zoya!."

Zoya frowned slightly, finding the twinkle-filled look leading to her. Until the child's run he brought it to his target. "Well done, brother?."

"Well, did you meet Hariz?."

Varo's eyebrows swooped in the sign that he did not like what was thrown out of Zoya's question. Why is Harua Hariz wanted? Why not just ask about her? Inner Varo who began to fuss with his negative thoughts.

"God! Asked too, even dumb."

"Ah, sorry Brother. I don't know."

"Away home" continued Varo boasting.

"Neighbor! There's still a lot of work here. It's impossible for him to come home."

"Yes, let Varo help. What do you want to find Hariz? Need help? Tell me, let Varo help."

"Make money equal parcel to Mr. Ustadz," Zoya replied as she lifted a paper bag.

"Oh here let Varo be a loving one," he replied with a big smile and full of spirit.

Zoya thought for a moment before nodding her head in agreement. "Yes, my love, Mr. Ustadz was still in the bathroom. Just wait till he comes back."

"OK Kak is ready to do it!," said Varo received the parcel.

"Where is Zoya's sister going?."

"To the Mosque."

Varo stared at Zoya's side until the girl's back was no longer visible. A few minutes later, he patted his head. Damn, why did he forget to ask what the characteristics of Ustadz were?

"How could you not, Var! Bego you."

Yes, even though Varo does not know what Ustadz looks like. But, his instincts traced one by one the people who were there. And precisely his net caught the figure of a middle-aged man wearing a sacrifice. Without thinking much, Varo stopped the guy who was passing in front of him.

"What?."

"That's Mr Ustadz isn't it?" pointed Varo at the man who was about to walk towards the parking lot.

"Yes, you forgot or senile? Obviously that's a yes-" lecture."

The man's words were severed when he saw the cross hanging from Varo's neck. His face seemed to hint at surprise, it was appropriate for this guy in front of him to ask. "I'm sorry I think lo-ah yes anyway it's Ustadznya, I first ya."

Varo laughed amusedly at the response of the boy in his class. "Yes-yes, just relax Bro!," replied Varo slightly yelling when the guy started running small leaving him.

Varo's step he paces towards Ustadz who almost opened his car if only Varo's voice did not interrupt.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ustadz."

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Mr. Ustadz smiling towards Varo.

"Yes, what's wrong?."

"Sorry before Ustadz, this is a little parcel from the School. Please accept," she replied with a smile.

The Ustadz smiled accepting the parcel. Then accidentally caught something hanging from Varo's neck. And-yes, just like the guy from his age had responded. However, it seems that Ustadz was assuming something else.

"You're mu'alaf?."

"Huh, mu'alaf? It means a-what is Ustadz?," nervous Varo. He had no idea what Ustadz meant.

"Oh sorry I thought you were you'alaf."

Varo smiled as well. In that inner Ustadz, were no other disciples able to give this parcel? At least the Muslims. Not nothing, but more to appreciate this guy in front of him, who is non-Muslim. But, if Varo just doesn't mind why not?

"Thank you very much for the package."

"Yes Ustadz."

"You don't know what a mu'alaf is?."

Varo shook his head with his trademark smile.

"If you ever find out what a mu'alaf is, you want..so one of the mu'alaf?."

Varo smiled clumsily as he scratched his non-itchy nape.  Before long the sound of laughter Ustadz was heard without receiving a reply from the teenager in front of him.

"Not to be dizzy. I wish you the best."

"Then I say goodbye. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Beware Ustadz."

After Ustadz's car drove away, Varo immediately ran towards the Mosque. After his foot was right in front of the sacred boundary, he cradled what to enter looking for that figure?

"Var, whoa! Why lo?!."

Look at Varo meet Reihan's netra hanzel. The boy's hair and hands looked wet, it seemed like Reihan had finished ablution. "You pray? I teach you yok!," chirped Reihan who can immediately delicate from the master.

"All creeds are okay. There's Mr. Zubaid, noh. Let the kids be the witnesses."

"Your Mouth!."

Reihan's laughter echoed until his hiss from around told him to shut up. Many in there are still performing the dhuhur prayer.

"Continue why are you here?" asked Reihan as he sat himself on the top floor. And Varo is still faithfully standing there, at the end of the sacred boundary.

"Find Zoya's sister, isn't she inside?."

"Well if looking for Kak Zoya is difficult, different because. Find another one, noh look in front of our school! Much the same."

Again, the oddness that sounded so annoying it made Varo's ears heat up. Shit, he knows what his best friend means. And- right in front of their school, there is a church that is the place where the children of SKK (Christian Spirituality Sie) visit.

"Tomorrow, I'll shake your mouth!."

"Have waited there. I want to pray first, bye sad boy!."

Reihan stepped lightly inside the mosque. While Varo, the look on his face no longer looks upset. But his view was empty. Staring blankly ahead, where movement after movement of prayer he observed.

"God! What's going on there?."

His daydreams were back with the same question back on. Seconds later, the twinkle came back to life. "Sister Zoy, not yet? Varo wants to talk."

"What's the matter?" asked Zoya as she walked down the stairs and sat on the last step. Wearing his shoes while glancing at the glance of Varo who was still silent.

"What the hell are you talking about? Even dumbly."

"Oh yeah, the clothes are already loving, right?."

"It's okay."

"Tomorrow Sunday night, Zoya's sister is busy?."

Zoya stops her movement who is about to wear socks. "Nothing, why?."

"You want to go with Varo to the hospital? Just ask for help Zoya's sister bacain mantra for Mama."

"Huh?! What spell do you mean!."

Zoya spontaneously closes her mouth, aware of the screech that makes some people divert attention to her.

"That's what Zoya did yesterday for Mama. Time in the Hospital," replied Varo lightly.

That instant Zoya glared. Spontaneously standing up to be able to slap Varo's arm. "That's not Varo's spell! Lo kok ngaco baget. It's called naji, it's good to say mantra."

"Huh? Yes naji. I'm sorry Varo thought it was a spell like heheehee."

"Yes, I want to. Just relax."

"But pick it up! I dare not ride a motorcycle there. Far."

Varo said Okay with his thumb up.

"But follow Varo for a bit, brother, stop by the Church. All through there."

Zoya smiled very thinly. I don't know, there was a strange swish when Varo said that one word. Churches.

The two walked together towards the parking lot. But, before long Zoya's steps stopped when Varo's questions returned to flow.

"Sister, what the hell is Mu'alaf?."

"Why do you ask that?."

"Yes, Mr. Ustadz thought that Varo was Mu'alaf. But Varo doesn't know what that is."

Zoya cleared her throat before replying, and- that answer managed to make Varo's body sculpt.

"The point is yes, you converted to Islam. Eemm how is it clear? You have entered Islam that way!."

Zoya continued to slowly step unconsciously the figure beside her had stopped her steps.

"If you ever find out what a mu'alaf is, you want..so one of the mu'alaf?."

"Not to be dizzy. I wish you the best."

Instantly the voice of Mr. Ustadz was back in his brain. Zoya, who was conscious when the boy was not beside her, looked back. And true, the boy still remained empty-eyed.

"Var, come!."

Varo flinched, hurriedly catching up with Zoya who was already in front.

"Sister!."

"Hm?."

"So Mr. Ustadz asked, if Varo be mu'alaf Varo would-."

"What's the answer?" continued Zoya.

Both of them again had to stop their steps.

"Varo doesn't know what you'alaf is. So yes, it's diem."

"Continue...now you know, right?."

Varo nodded.

"Varo, what do you have to answer?."

Zoya's heartbeat responds more than it should. Why should he be nervous? Ah, what's that silly question?

"Why do you ask me? You should ask yourself."

"If according to Brother Zoya? Varo says yes, or no?."

Zoya was silent for a moment. Directing his eyes in any direction. Ah, seeing the boy's eyes further made his heartbeat harder.

"Where's Sis?.".

"Transfer religion is no kidding Varo! You don't have to ask me the answer. Ask your own little heart!."

"And-I'm sure, answering that question isn't as easy as turning the palm of the hand."

Zoya snorted, looking at the look on Varo's face as if thinking very hard. "No need to think. Ustadz was just joking around."

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