I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 16
Irene. He closed his mouth with both palms. It is true that people say that the world is only as wide as the leaves of moringa. Who would have thought that the man Irene had just known turned out to also know a woman who was none other than her own classmate. What is the connection between Fatimah and Fizhan? Why do they look so familiar? Whereas if with Irene Fizhan like a shy princess who is reluctant to pull the lip knot.
Fearing that her trickery would be exposed, as quickly as possible the woman pulled a step away from the field that was equivalent to the expanse of the airport. His heart went back and softly thinking about what would happen if the three met at that place.
Ah shit! Why is it so hard to be close to you.
Inner Irene thrashed around with restraining annoyance. It feels very difficult to get a chat with the charming man. There is always a barrier. Is it possible because he started this closeness through various skits? Or indeed the rotation of the earth that has not been on his side.
“Keseeeeeel.” Some plastic bags left over by visitors were blown away by the pounding of Irene's legs so strong at ground level. He pulled his flying horse under a large, leafy tree. The sour raut painted in the likeness. The orange circulation that had looked very beautiful gradually somber in the view of the owner of the burning heart.
On the other hand without Irene's knowledge. A little boy with a meatball's cheek was watching him from the opposite direction. The little Ucul squinted his eyes as if he was remembering something.
After a few seconds of turning the memory, he finally swiftly ran towards the back to meet the whole plot of his play there. His breath seemed decapitated because he ran while drinking the sugarcane water that he just bought earlier. Stupid kid. Not thinking what if suddenly the water gushed and came out of his mouth that lacked teeth.
“Paaaak. Mr. Fizhan.” Hey it turns out it's the student of Fizhan's school. It is of interest whether he approached Fizhan with a face that was flushed like a boiled crab.
“Why are you running Azzam?”
“Pak, tau ga?”
“Ya laga. Nor is his name you have told me.”
“Tadi in front of me squirming that big brother.” Fizhan and Fatimah who were still a henchman standing there looked at each other questioningly.
“Whose sister? You are the one who actually said dong Zam.”
“That's the brother who often comes to the father's house in the afternoon-afternoon.”
“Hah?”
Thump thud thud.
Fizhan pacing towards the front left Fatimah and the fat boy who turned out to be named Azzam. Fatimah whose entire head was filled with question marks just attacked Azzam with a variety of strange questions.
“Whose sister do you mean Zam?”
“So-sisters who like to come to study.”
“New friends Fizhan huh?”
“Gatau.”
“Who's the girl's name?”
“Gatau.”
“Beauty ga his son?”
“Ih! I became the brother who was kepo. Look at yourself if you want to know.” Azzam switched positions to meet his friends who were fervently playing guesses with other adults.
The girl who was dissatisfied with Azzam's reply immediately ran towards the front. Followed Fizhan and wanted to ascertain which woman he was currently looking for. The parasite meets red, holding something whose existence cannot be seen but can be felt. It burned fire.
Fizhan turned to the right and to the left. Currently he had set foot in the location Azzam meant. The man's netra flashed looking for the intended figure. Niente. He found no one there except the traders who had been busy offering his snacks.
He also took it a step further, tracing the sidewalk around the field. His heart was agitated as he still had a debt to the long-haired girl. Intentions want to teach the woman to teach and introduce her to her peers here, now it just disappears. Stupidly he forgot to tell Irene about their event at this place. But if heard from the story Azzam who saw the girl around here shows that Irene has known their existence. But how did he know? Isn't Fizhan not talking to her about anything? Ah Fizhan's head is plagued by a barrage of unanswered questions.
The atmosphere in the vast expanse is increasingly crowded with young people who are meeting in the afternoon. All of them displayed a happy look, occasionally their strangeness was caught perfectly by Fizhan's ears.
For minutes he had surrounded this area just to find the figure of Irene. His heart began to grow angry because it found several pairs of eyes that looked at him pushyly. Perhaps they suspected that the man who had been circling the field had lost something. Sometimes there are also those who ask ‘Nyari what mas?’ and he answered only with a head.
Tired of the work he did, he decided to go back with the children there. Maybe the figure sought has gone home or indeed the Azzam puffer was the wrong look. But how shocked he was when he turned around and found someone right behind him, even now there was no distance between them.
“Astagfirullah Fatimah's. You make me surprised.” Hey that's Fatimah. Since when did he stand there? His face still looked red like before. The woman regressed her steps while folding her hands over her chest.
“You know who Zhan is?”
“Mean me.”
“Say Azzam he often plays to your house every afternoon.”
“Not playing Fat, more precisely he wants to learn njai.”
“Our age too. He said he couldn't make it.”
“You've known him for a long time?”
“Barusan.”
“You close?”
“Means?”
“Eng-engga. You see, I have noticed you from here rich especially so nyariin him. Tuh till your temples flood sweat.”
Fizhan reflexes wiping the clear water droplets lodged in his forehead. Bizarrely. Suddenly he felt Fatimah suddenly sensed after this incident. Though before they still feel fun while chatting. Oh maybe Fatimah PMS suddenly, Fizhan tried to think positive.
In the middle of the chatter of the pair of children adam, there was someone who noticed him from a distance.
Irene.
It turned out that the girl did not come home like what Fizhan had expected. He just moved to a safer place from the reach of those who were looking for him.
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A moment after Azzam saw his whereabouts
Gedebak.
“Oh my god! That's kan-“
“Don't-don't he squirm me here.”
“Ga can be banned. I have to escape.”
Irene sprinted after hearing the sound of a leg hit that turned out to be from Azzam. He was 1000% sure that the boy who had the mouth of the Remes was going to complain about his presence around here to Fizhan. Not wanting to be known, he immediately went to one of the stalls and hid behind the bodies of visitors who were eating.
Justright. Five minutes later he saw the figure of a man walking with a bent look. Adam batik navy sauntered around the edge of the field in a hurry. His forehead was filled with sweat, occasionally he was seen wiping the liquid.
Deep down in Irene's heart, she couldn't bear to watch Fizhan pacing around like a clothes iron. It was so bad he found the man and gave a handkerchief to hit the salty grains that flooded his entire forehead.
But what power, he better stay in that place than to meet with Fizhan who is currently in one place with Fatimah, his own classmate.
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Irene cupped both her hands over her chest. A feeling of relief lingered in his heart after he successfully blurred before being caught. Visitors at the stall also no one suspected him, all the ants ate with a menu that evoked the taste buds.
“Why do they look so close?” A handful of negative speculations began to hit his mind right then and there. His mind wondered about the existence of Fatimah who suddenly appeared in this place.
Since when do they know?
What is their relationship?
Why do they both seem so close?
All these questions combine into one.
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