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Chapter 3. Occurrences in the market

"It's his money buk" Salma gave the 2000 to a soup noodle seller ahead of Zahara.

"Thank you son" said the soup noodle seller with a bright smile while putting the money into black plastic hanging on the side of the wall on the stove.

"You payin' to have me Sal? " Tanya Zahara made sure with a slightly amused laugh face.

Salma's tumbens want to give money - it's to Salma.

"Yes gapapa .... Again I want to" said Salma with eyes that look here and there without direction, looks he a little clumsy.

"Thank you Salma.... Later I replace payin eat you" said Zahara with a sweet smile and stepped out of the stall was accompanied by Salma.

Their hands were full of crisp pockets filled with kitchen utensils, with slow steps and surely they continued down the road to the bike parking lot.

Zahara felt a little strange and tried to remember what she had actually forgotten to make her uncomfortable like this,

Suddenly his steps stopped remembering something they had almost forgotten.

"Geez Salma.... We have not prayed Ashar" said Zahara who also forgot the time

"Yes Allah is... We hurry yuk Zahara.... Pray at home" said Salma then stepped in a hurry with Zahara who was on his side .

The almost sunset shows the day is already at 05.00 Wib They do not realize they have missed the Ashar prayer. They kept walking with a little running so as not to miss the Ashar prayer.

Zahara who was focused on walking suddenly surprised by Salma who suddenly fell slipping to make himself fall too.

"Ouch... Sal, why are you not careful" Ketus Zahara while holding his sore waist.

"So dirty right" said Zahara while looking at his clothes that were full of mud because they fell right on the clumps of land that had been eroded by the rain last night, not to mention the many carts passing through here making his path worse.

"His pain... Zahara help dong" said Salma when he saw Zahara had stood up to pick up his groceries.

"Basic" said Zahara holding back his frustration at Salma and helping her get up from there.

"My tent is Lo Zahara... Slippery" said Salma while showing the worn and thin flip-flops on Zahara.

Zahara mendehem sign yes already and pokus pick up his groceries that escaped out of his plastic bag.

"This brother... I help" Suddenly a man's voice came over and helped them painstakingly.

"Thank you bg" they said simultaneously to the man who helped them with a look that remained down.

"Yes... Equally deck, be careful his path of watchfulness falls again" his counsel before leaving Salma and Zahara

The man walked back towards his grobak leaving Zahara and Salma still down trying to keep his eyes on him.

"Tomorrow" The last sentence they heard and began to dare to look at the man who was talking to his friend who was holding a grobak and began to push the grobak slowly.

Feeling glanced at, the man caught a glimpse of the two women he had just helped and smiled at the glimpse of them.

Zahara and Salma who saw them caught seeing from a distance immediately fell down in shame with curvy lips to see the sweet smile of the brown-skinned burly man, his field chest was clearly visible because the shabby black shirt he was wearing managed to form his chest.

Zahara and Salma who were still late in the excitement just realized, the ashar time will soon run out.

Quickly they immediately ran back to the parking lot and immediately climbed up after arranging the goods in their baskets.

"Handsome is Zahara! " Salma said suddenly with agile feet pedaling her bike

"That's lo... Who helped us earlier" Salma said to Zahara who seemed to forget the incident just now

"Oos.. Yes that brother" said Zahara a little jutek with a flat face

"Yes Zahara... How can you not care anyway, but you were also smiling" Celutuk Salma

"Yes smile is worship... I smiled because she was also smiling first" Zahara brushed off the strange thoughts from Salma's brain.

"Fuckin... The smitten worship said" Salma said with a little joking to see Zahara's expression

"Udah ahh" said Zahara and preceded Salma so as not to listen to his strange curse

"If you like to say yes Zahara... Let me love you" cried Salma with a slight cry as if the man had become his

Zahara just shook his head slowly hearing Salma's words and continued to pedal his bike fast.

Sayup-sayup sounds beautiful in Zahara's ear the sound of lake waves surrounded by rice fields from the roadside.

Zahara just smiled and inhaled deeply the air that afternoon, suddenly flashed in his eyes the smile of the man who had just met prayer earlier, Zahara smiled back to remember the face, Zahara smiled back, smile and the body of the man.

"Astaghfirullah" said Zahara shaking his head awake because he suddenly imagined the man who was not his mahram.

Before long Zahara and Salma got to their respective homes that were side by side.

"Why go home long time, son? " Tell Mama to Zahara

"Yes mak was we forget" said Zahara immediately rushed to the kitchen with a grocery bag in both hands and then went to the bathroom to clean themselves.

"Has not yet prayed ashar you Zahara?" Mamak asked when he saw Zahara in a hurry to wear mukena.

"Not yet mak" said Salma and immediately perform ashar prayers.

"Allah, even though there is a mushola on the market" said Mamak while shaking his head.

Because Zahara was late in performing the Ashar prayer, did not wait a long time was heard the voice inviting from the mosque sign adhan maghrib will soon reverberate.

"Zahara's.... To the mosque yuk" Invite Salma down from behind the front door

"Wait" Zahara immediately rushed and did not forget to bring the Qur'an in his hands.

"Look" Zahara said to Salma when he came out the door, not to forget he also said goodbye to his mother before leaving.

This is the usual routine Salma and Zahara do every day, when the sound of teaching is heard from the mosque, then they will quickly rush to the mosque, he said, after the magrib prayer while waiting for the isya prayer they will both teach children to teach.

"Assalamu'alaikum ustadzah" The voice of the children running around greeted the two of them timidly and ran the mosque

"Waalaikum greetings... Be careful of the way" said the two of them.

The mosque is located at the end of the village in the direction of the market. But, this village is not so big, so to the mosque does not have to use a bicycle. Salma and Zahara only walked to the mosque with the Koran and prayer mats in their hands.

"Zahara look at that" Salma wiggled Zahara's arm to look in the direction she meant. Zahara turned to the direction Salma meant without answering.

Zahara's heart suddenly rippled until his steps came to a halt with a stunned look when he saw the man he had just met at the market. There was a strange sense from within his heart, his heart was pounding even more when he saw the man smiling towards him and passing away leaving them with a buttered bicycle from the direction of the market.