I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 11
Actually today he plans to buy the veil that was suggested by Fizhan yesterday. Although in his lifetime he never touched the square object but this time he requires himself to be obliged to have it. Yeah, how not? For the sake of being close to his crown title he was willing to do everything even if it had to collide with his own heart.
“A-anu-I just don't want to take care of you. Ah yes it.” Cengengesan. Hopefully Esther is insensitive that there is something that her friend is hiding.
After seeming to weigh something then Esther agreed to the speech of the one-pointed teenager. Eventually, they moved on a different path. It's strange! The awkwardness re-emerged.
How could Irene whose house was in line with Esther drive her vehicle to another major even if she noticed the ripples were not like a normal day.
“Where is he?”
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The streets of Medan City seemed free that afternoon. Even road users who bypass can be counted by hand. The condition of the road segment can be said to be quite wide and good even though there are occasional small holes but it does not mess with the users of the road that is driving.
After 15 minutes of driving Irene finally arrived at a spacious stall filled with spaces of 3*4 diameter. The place just woke up from a buffer pole and a blue tarp that paddled the top, call it a market. A place where people squash their sustenance by peddling a series of their wares. There are household furniture, various types of clothing, stationery and even vegetables and meat have been available completely there.
“Ten thousand three ten thousand three.”
“Jeruk oranges.”
“Dear dear child.”
“Drug strong drug.”
Traders complained about the state of the market that afternoon. The tweet of the tiny toddlers who are busy asking for balloons on his mother also further horrendous conditions that haunt the Santa Modern night market.
The girl who was carrying a black backpack was walking straight through the crowd of the market and the noise of the seller's screech. He stared in amazement at the spirit of the merchants who never worn out, they were willing to spend the day drying their bodies to support their beloved family.
“There is a veil bang?” Ask the merchant who was busy pairing a white shirt on the body of a mannequin.
“Many neng. What model do you want?”
“Mmm which is yes..” Irene muttered in her heart while circulating her gaze looking for something she meant. Oi! Where does he know the fashion of goods made of yarn like that, touch him even he never.
“Well that's bang.” His index finger was aiming at the veil that was attached to the head of the mannequin. The variety of charming colors makes him want to buy all the square objects.
His enthusiasm to meguak figure Fizhan is really mandatory thumbs up. Whether what the end of his introduction to the man paras paradise, whether only limited to the level of acute curiosity or indeed something that will lead him to a new story in life.
His smile stretched across his face as he reached into the black plastic that contained seven veils. Intentionally he bought in the same amount as the calculation of one week because so that he can change the color of the veil every day.
“Thanks for deck.” The merchant said after receiving a red sheet and two green sheets of money from Irene's hand.
Finally the girl came home with a radiant face. It looks like this afternoon will be a historic day for him, where in a few hours he will wear something real 17 years he never touched, let alone wear it.
But at the same time something he did not realize happened. There was a pair of eyes that were tense from a far distance when he bought the cloth head covering in large quantities.
Holy hooch!
That's Ester.
What the hell is he doing here?
It turned out that he was following Irene to break her curiosity from earlier. Dear. Instead of being answered, the curiosity grew even more after finding a new awkwardness in the spirit.
“Irene?”
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A spacious and magnificent room where a beautiful girl with her father lives now feels very sloping and quiet. The living room that is usually boisterous with the sound of television and music in the 80s is now like a dead city that has long been uninhabited.
Silent.
Silent.
Blank.
Today is the third day for the owner of the house to leave the resting place and the diamond umbrella alone. Although it is still in the approximate 3*24 hours but his heart was very longed with the only child of his puppet. A lazy child who only spends a lot of time on his back on the bed, and a girl who almost every day makes his blood pressure rise. However, even so Irene was the best figure in her eyes, a rope of soul that always gave her joy and sorrow.
And so does the missed one.
There was a sense of emptiness for Irene after her father's departure from their home. Such is the longing, the substance is not visible in the eyes. But sometimes it can be a scream of the heart.
“I miss in dad.” Geming Irene never crossed the middle space which is often a silent witness of every activity of two humans in it. He circulated the view throughout the house, there was a shadow of his papa who was relaxing there every day.
“See u next four days.” He then took a step up towards the square room where he used to complain about his fate.
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Chequek.
A loud crack of the bedroom door sounded as Irene pulled her knob from the outside. Upon stepping on the room he was immediately treated by musty scents that surrounded all throughout his room. Panorama of pillows and bolsters that were affected as well as part of the first impression at that time. Really a lazy girl! Will the leafy jambang also still love him if he knows the bad habits that are closed from the face of his father? Let it be his heart's business.
Irene sprawled her body on the bed at random, staring at the ceiling of the room that was beginning to be overgrown by black saws. I don't know when was the last time he tidied up the small room dominated by light green.
“Get up your laziness performance Irene.” His great-grandson in his heart and then unconsciously sailed into the world of nowhere.
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An evening glow pierced through the green space that was being inhabited by someone through the open gaps of curtains. The appearance of orange luminescence scattered as if to decorate the sparkle of the sky in Medan City.
“Ummm egggh.” The sound of tenacity was heard softly as the solar flash penetrated the teenage netra that was drifting in his beautiful dream. He glanced at the working hours that were blown over the nightstand, at five in the afternoon.
“It’s time to meet u.” He said with a distinctive hoarse voice people wake up while raising a body full of energetic.
In harmony with the radiating sunlight illuminates the earth. He paired the mustard knit and black culottes to his mini-dimensional body. There is a graceful highlight of its own when he smeared his ranum lips with red liptin which he just bought a few days ago.
“Perfect.” Irene glanced softly as she flashed a faint smile towards the mirror reflection. Seeing the mole girl who was also in the glass shadow made it even more beautiful to appear out there. Her grey hair is perfectly beautiful when sheathed enveloping the shoulder area. It's pretty!
“Eh wait-wait! Almost missed.” His great-grandson did not feel that there was something he was forgetting.
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