I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 12

“Well this is it. Ok guys let’s start.” The song while taking a yellow polled veil and posing like a beauty vlogger that often airs on youtube videos.

Unfortunately, not to mention the object wrapped nicely part of his head again he had to mess around with how to use the square cloth. Oi! He should have found out first.

Irene glanced at the outside window, remembering how Fatimah's face was in her class at the time wearing a veil while they were wondering what if the cloth wrap had been attached neatly to cover her hair.

At the same time, another idea came to his mind. He again picked up a flat object that was still lying on the bed. Then the woman took the idea cross-legged then watch a style hijab tutorial like the one she just demonstrated earlier, until unknowingly the sun almost infiltrated the Western horizon sign magrib will soon arrive.

Drrr.

Drrr.

The ringing of the phone woke up the teenager who was forgetting that time from his activities. He attached the flattened object after sliding the green button on his front screen.

“Halo, what?”

“Temenin snacking dong.” Someone from across the street is none other than Esther.

“When?”

“What now? Mumpung is still at six, good light if it is made for photos.”

“What! Six hours?”

Tuuuu.

Connection was unilaterally severed.

“Mampus I forgot time.” Immediately Irene woke up her body nimbly and then put the veil on her head.

“Can't do it anyway?”

“Kok tilted how is it?”

“Gosh! Not this way.”

“Ah bodo! Mending go directly aja.”

His efforts this time were really fruitless. He then carried the veil outwards and was driven to plunge his motor gas towards Fizhan's house. He must be late by now.

Tin.

Tin.

Tin.

The sounds of horns scattered where Irene pressed the button with the trumpet logo on the two-wheeled machine. He drove with origin, overtaking from all directions which resulted in him almost crashing into a traveling jengkol seller.

“Woy use dong's eyes. If my cart falls you want compensation? I'm lucky it's only two thousand too.” Shouted the father in a chocolate cart that did not get any approval from the driver impromptu. Let alone to say, just look not. In fact, he increasingly pulled the speed of his motorcycle gas to make some other riders succumb by force.

After driving like a mad Valentino Rossi finally arrived Irene at the destination. He also focused on the gazebo where ordinary children gather, empty. Maybe they've come home considering the time will soon be up at night.

A moment before the environment for a few seconds, finally the woman of the failed racer ventured to knock on the door of the house which is currently being clenched tightly. For a moment he scatters the old air, afraid that he might return to the fog when he looks at the look of paradise.

Tok to tok.

“There are people?” Strangled from the outside after not getting any authorization from the inside.

His eye beads exchanged directions around the area of the blue house. So beautiful. A building that has an area of about 60m2 with small plants treated with a hydroponic system. Not to forget also the roses of different colors neatly arranged in a mini white fence made of bamboo further beautify the building's beautiful courtyard.

There is more tempting the sense of sight. On the left side of the house there is a small garden overgrown with chili trees, mustard, spinach and several other types of green vegetables. Diligent once the homeowner arrange the perkannya in such a way.

“Go home deh.” Irene resigned. Perhaps the man was not at home or indeed deliberately did not open the door considering his presence was already on the verge of night. Finally he decided to return home rather than having to linger there if the owner of the house also did not want to open the door. Tomorrow, he will arrive on time even much earlier before the pranksters arrive.

“Who is it?”

“Eh-“

The drama of love at second sight happened. Both Irene and the owner of the house did not budge when their views met each other. As Raphael was drugged with the heart of his heart, so are the impressions that are now being a pair of people is lakoni.

Jedug.

If only there were a stethoscope between them, it would have told the next step what heartbeats were neatly stored in the bodies of two almost petrified human children.

“Ehmm I guess ga so come.” Fizhan said, taking his second look. His eyes flashed to and fro, looking at anything that could be seen as long as not to look at the woman who was currently treading before him.

“A-a-yes sorry. I'm late.”

“10 minutes more azan Magrib. Want to learn now?”

“Then can.” Irene sizzled softly. Actually, he also hesitated to remember soon the man in front of him will carry out religious rituals. But his ego does not know himself, he thinks he will not waste this golden moment especially now they are both. Yeah, just the two of you. Irene and Fizhan.

Fizhan smiled while still looking at any direction. Too fancy. His shady parasol drugged the heart of any creature that looked on. Not spared also the row of white teeth neatly arranged to arouse fascination in men with the level body.

“Then we pray first yes. The mosque is right there.”

Deg.

In a split second the look of the girl who had been seen anteng is now transformed like an ironing board that is ready to be used. Tensional. The flowers that also originally bloomed in his heart then chose to form a giant concrete that was ready to hit him all out.

How could he do something that this time was too late to collide with his heart, even his teachings. What else is he going to do there? How-to? Uh! Really caught up this time.

“Why you?” Ask Fizhan who again makes him feel more cornered. Know what that guy is? All he saw at this moment was a sudden sweaty whirlpool flooding Irene's temple. Whatever we do in this world must have its consequences, including the lies that he has done now and the days before.

“Enjured. Just let it get wet.” The stupid speculations flashed in his head. You stupid girl! He threw himself into a batman trap.

“A-i- yes. Here I want to go there too.” His reply was stammering while pointing at the silver-domed building across the street.

There was no word from Fizhan after that. He quickly locked the door and headed towards the mosque.

Irene who was still living with her immunity was always petrified to watch Fizhan's footsteps getting away from the eye. Actually, the woman was also too embarrassed to do what, she was really plunged into a situation that could break the head.

“Hei! Come.” The man who was sensitive to the non-participation of virgin who met magrib-magrib to his house was immediately raised his voice towards the back. From the beginning he felt something strange about the woman's behavior. But as someone who really adheres to the principle of positive thinking, then he always thinks that the odd gelagat is indeed a habit of Irene from the first.

“Why are we not together? Here you are the one who brought my motor.” The rose girl who had currently remodeled her position from the courtyard of the blue building. He handed the vehicle over to Fizhan, but the boys civilizedly refused his invitation to mix on the same spot.

“I walk aja anyan also near kok.”

“Loh! Why anyway? It will be faster nyampe if you ride the motor with me.”

“Iya true. But sorry Re, we're not mahrams. So can't.”

“Hah? Mahram's? What is it?”

Deg.

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