I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 13

“Hah? Mahram's? What is it?”

Deg.

Instantly Fizhan who heard the question rounded his pair of eyes. What kind of guidance was presented by his parents to the point that even the very basic thing about religion he did not know. It really should be guided from the beginning, his mind said.

“Ehmm. So, the mahram is the people who have the same blood ties and are in the environment of the person such as brother, brother or sister. And there is also a mahram caused by a marriage relationship. For example, a woman who is married to a man, then the man has become his mahram. In other words they can do anything related to husband and wife worship and the small example is sitting without distance when on the motor.”

“Oh is that? Then, I'm the same you have to marry first so that it becomes mahram and can be deck-detail on the motor?”

“Uhuk uhuk uhuk ehmm.” Together with his rumbling chest he digested word for word that Irene had just thrown with her sash. He patted his chest while gurgling on the lip of the sidewalk. The sudden sweat suddenly plummeted down his white temple, almost flying with the spirit of the plain but suffocating question that came out of the little lips of the long-haired woman.

“Eh you why?”

“Egghh. Mari.” The man who was misbehaving passed without turning his head to Irene who was actually still waiting for a row of words in response.

Occasionally he wiped his sweat feathers that were still lackeys inundated the forehead area. That girl is so innocent! Ah, let. Maybe he really does not know, positive Fizhan so that his heartbeat back to normal.

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Allazi yuwaswisu fi sudurin

Minal-jinnati wan-nas

Shodaqallahul Adzim

The echoes of the holy verse Al-qur’an sound very beautiful to fill the entire building dominated by light chocolate.

Irene spread the view from end to end. Some adult women are busy picking out the folded mucena in a glass cupboard for them to wear. The rest are children who are running there and here and then mengelaongan sound as if this building is a playground for them.

In the Irene mosque emperor found a boy with a round body was busy eating his snacks alone. There are chewing gum, chocolate bread, wafers, soft drinks and some snacks that can not be ascertained what type, all neatly stored in a bag of crackles. The boy ate everything as if he didn't want to share it with anyone.

But.

Eitsa.

It seemed like he had seen that fat boy before.

“Gosh! That's the kid who said I was crazy in Fizhan's gazebo, right? Wow this is an emergency bin! I could be the ridicule of that fat guy again.” And sure enough, none other than that was the toothless puffed up puffed up kid he had met a few days ago.

Immediately Irene canceled her intention to enter and join the house of worship. He believes that those who learn to teach in the mosque are not just him. But the boys, including the kingpin, will surely accompany them to teach after the magrib. What kind of plunge will be presented by the balloon-cheeked bontot if he knows himself does not recognize the letters Hijaiyah in the slightest.

Immediately Irene turned back her motorbike which had been neatly glued in the mosque courtyard. Isn't that Fizhan a good man? He certainly would not have questioned Irene's second absence in their assembly.

Irene also inched through the boisterous streets of Magrib along with the azan sahut-sahutan that wailed from all directions. There was a cold water roaring in his heart where he lived every temple after temple of the Asma of God. Uh! He remembered Fizhan. Things like that he had heard before from the mouth of a man who was now the object of his heart. N-no! He did not love Fizhan at all but a sense of awe and curiosity.

The hazel-eyed girl was increasingly enjoying the lights of the city street. Until it did not feel he had set foot in a caramel building in front of which there is a blue fountain. Esther's House.

Chequek.

As if this was her home, the woman threw herself in vain without knocking on the door sign that there was a guest. Then he glanced at the small room on the right and broke down the door for the second time without permission.

“Woi! game.” He said with both hands on his waist.

“Where to?”

“Who? Me?”

“Engga. Brother rujak ahead!”

“Hhhh! Yes from home. Said he wanted to snack yaudah ayok.”

“Telate!”

“Sial!” Irene clapped the door of Esther's room roughly with one of her palms. If you know this he would be reluctant motor-motor ria on the streets. Wasting time!

He also shifted to the black shofa in the middle room. Incidentally, there were setoples of boiled peas there. Then he devoured the green soybeans ferociously, as if making the food as an overflow of emotions.

“Terus why call me you matiin? Even after a thousand times I called you didn't pick up. Overall ga!” A woman's voice suddenly appeared stopping the furious action. His gaze was now turned to capture the stature of the creature that had once made his emotions ignited.

Crackle.

Crackle.

The cold war continues. Irene did not comment on the question from her best friend. Even sadistically he strangled a handful of nuts and swallowed them round and round.

“Jawab or I take the beans!” This time Irene's voice sounded threatening.

“Damn! I hurriedly took a shower straight here. It's just pake dihebohin everything, what the hell!”

“Yes but kesel tau ga! You should have dong ngabarin me du-“

“Pssst. Shut up!” Like a couple of lovers who were fighting, Esther who was currently burning the fire also voiced her heart that was rumbling. On the other hand Irene who heard the dumelan was as fast as lightning glued her index finger right above the lips of the sulking princess manyun.

“One beer glass how?” Irene lowered the black firm line that was above her two eyes. It was very curious that he smacked the cursed liquid and then inched into the world of nowhere so that the burden of his mind was wasted for a moment.

“Again pengen.”

“What do you want, Maria Ester Kristina?”

“Tau ih!”

“As far as you go, cape too!”

Things are getting messy. Esther who did not receive her phone was not picked up by Irene suddenly did not care about anything, including the invitation of the nearby conco to spend time at the bar where they usually unwind. Hahaha could fight as well they apparently.

Irene shuffled away leaving the jar still open with some bean seeds inside. His appetite disappeared instantly. He rushed away with a feeling of cobbleness in his heart. The magrib incident was repeated, he transformed into an impromptu racer that caused other riders to stroke the chest.

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