I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 17

Already ahead of Azan magrib and children are not finished to be lined up. Some of the adults looked tired of arranging their positions to make it neat and the hen stood there. There are playing chases like cats with dogs, some are muddy even until there are screeching in the corner of the row. All the parcels are like a goat boy who just escaped from his cage.

This joint teaching activity is often done once a month. All children will be collected in this place and read the Holy Verses of the Qur’an and interspersed with Islamic-based exciting games.

The man whose center of mind is not here already seems to lose concentration in front there. Usually he is very enthusiastic to arrange the row of the ucul-ucul. But not this time. He looked silent and only looked with a blank look of hubbub in front of his eyes.

“Eh why the Fizhan?” Ask one of their colleagues who was also busy organizing the line. His net accidentally caught the sight of a parachute that was no different from a crumpled paper.

“That's tuh. So she was running girls all the way to the end of there.” Fatimah answered from behind while throwing her index finger forward. Actually his friend was talking to someone else, but because the topic is adam's most handsome among all the men who are here, Fatimah just hit the rich lightning in broad daylight.

“Hah! Who?”

“I also gatau. Overall know! How to try him to get all of him to the woman earlier.”

“Loh loh loh. Fizhan who is looking for you who sew it is Fat. Or maybe you're jealous yes cieee.”

The sentence made the annoyed look of Fatimah suddenly met red. He realized what he had just said. He should have thought before saying. If it's caught wet this will be riweh his business.

“Eh Andini! How come. Eng-enga. I mean tuh, I've been squirming Fizhan so it's not konsen gini because of the girl earlier. Kan we are also the one who became a long time to organize the line of children.” Fatimah answered with a stern answer. Her tiny fingers seemed to be twisting the tip of the veil, maybe she was neutralizing her nervousness.

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Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah

Beautiful greetings echoed from within the grand and magnificent mosque. Mercifully. All of them can perform magrib prayers on time after difficulty arranging the rows of the boys as a closing event.

After the religious ritual was completed, they finally scattered out and gathered on the mosque porch as a farewell greeting.

Fizhan returned with one of the brothers from their assembly. So too with the others. All of them already had a sidekick except for the black hooded girl who was standing in the middle of them. The woman looked confused.

“Fats. How are you?” Ask one of them named Andini. Everyone also knows that Fatimah is a smart woman but super coward. In a sense not afraid of gendoruwo or the like, but he is afraid of the evil humans who are scattered in the Center of Medan.

At first it was normal even he was among the children who actively drive at night. But after the incident of separation he experienced two months ago finally he experienced his own trauma with people he did not know. Fortunately, at that time there were good people who helped him and beat up the City thugs. Otherwise, perhaps his soul is already in the grasp of God.

“Whose were you here?” Nor got the answer finally Andini again asked the girl who was nailing at the place.

“A- I was delivered papa.”

“Papa you don't pick up again?”

“The power is not because the number is also not active.” The confused look was clearly on Fatimah's face. Sometimes he circulates his gaze and bites his lower lip.

Silent. Everyone looked at each other and seemed to think. Actually, those who are in the pigeon are already in the same direction. But if the story is like this, where there may be someone who could leave Fatimah or let him ride his own public transportation at night. Could have died scared that girl in there.

“Judah let me who sent Fatimah home.” A huge voice typical of men poked out in the middle of the silence. Fizhan. The man got down from the motorcycle seat and then closed the distance to Fatimah. Honestly, actually he also hates being alone at night with a non-Mahram. But how else, there was no sign of another friend to offer to accompany Fatimah to go home.

The girl turned her head to Fizhan then shook her head along with a smile. This rejection is called. His friends there also seemed to frown, how could Fatimah be able to refuse the help of others when she really needed it? Bizarrely.

“I go home alone.”

“Why?”

“What is it because I do not have a motorbike rich in other cement and you do not want to take public transportation with me?”

The deg!

The heart of the black hooded girl was immediately filled and pity to hear the words that were very heartbreaking for her. Fizhan does not have a motorbike, every time he goes to school he always uses transportation as his personal vehicle. Occasionally when luck is on his side, he is rammed by people who are one way with him.

His steps stopped for a moment after Fizhan uttered those words. He took a deep breath. Nah! It is not the primary vehicle. I don't know. The girl felt that something had slipped from her chest as she remembered the incident this afternoon. When Fizhan ran and bathed in sweat to look for the girl whose existence is out of nowhere.

“Not so.” Follow him after turning towards them. “I just don't want to take care of you. Besides I can't stay too long glued to the trauma, right?” Fatimah threw a smile at the human before her. A fake smile. All of that could be seen clearly from the look of her sad eyes.

Not a woman's name if you don't have a high level of sensitivity. Andyni. The girl who understood what Fatimah felt immediately came down from the motorcycle seat and gradually approached Fatimah who was still frozen in place. He knew that his friend was holding fire because of Fizhan this afternoon. Because from the story and expression aired by Fatimah in the field, the woman can clearly guess what is going on with the heart of her friend. And without being stale he threw an offer to Fatimah and sacrificed the man who should have been Fizhan's friend to go home.

“Hei. What if you go home with Alta?” Everyone looked confused and confused. What's the difference between Fizhan and Alta?

“Ntar Fizhan take a transport or gojek just go home. The important thing is that you can arrive safely Fat. Isn't Ta?” Andini glared and gnashed her teeth at Alta as a gesture to confirm her words. The man who was rewarded by the face of the attached grandmother suddenly nodded without showing any resistance.

“Well Alta wants. How do you want Fat, right?” Fatimah looked half-thought then in the next second…

“Judah I want.”

Plaque!

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