I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 18
The heart of a man who from the beginning had offered to accompany the woman home now seemed to be showered by hot lava from the stomach of the mountain. How not? What difference does it make to the others? In fact, he was the first person to express good intentions in order to maintain the safety of a woman who had a sense of trauma.
And so do some ears that hear it. Various speculations sprung up within their respective brains. Some think that Fatimah was hesitant to be accompanied by Fizhan, Fatimah was upset with Fizhan, Fatimah wanted to go home with other than Fizhan and there were still many assumptions that flashed in the object encased by the cranium. All looked at each other with a look full of wonder.
People who are denied goodwill immediately feel isolated. At present he considers that Fatimah rejected his invitation purely because he did not have a motor. Which woman would want to be taken home by public transport? It would be a shame to be seen by those who knew Fatimah, Fizhan thought.
The woman who noticed the question marks from her friends climbed up and landed her butt in the car seat. It felt like he really wanted to immediately disappear from their sight in order to avoid various kinds of strange questions. He also did not know if after this incident he was able to show them a face. Fatimah was very embarrassed, surely all her friends thought that she was doing a act of favoritism.
“Initial yes all. Zhan, be careful yes.” Alta patted Fizhan on the shoulder just before he drove off with Fatimah.
Actually, he also did not have the heart to leave and let the concert go home alone. But how else, there was someone who needed his help more at this moment.
Other friends also followed home leaving Fizhan alone on the veranda of the mosque. Not too late and public transportation is still scattered on the streets. Fizhan took a step towards the lip of the road to wait for public transport and returned home.
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The moonlight looks beautiful when viewed from a round object called earth. Perfect round, exactly like the coins that are often spent by the residents to buy balloons. Millions of stars scattered in the sky also increasingly add a charming impression throughout nature. All seemed friendly, the moon, the stars, the gray clouds and the luminescence of light as if working together to illuminate the earth of the Divine.
Fizhan stepped slowly as he went down the angkot stairs. He felt the blowing of the night wind crowded all over his body, lately the man was often staying up late so as to make the evil wind lodged in his body.
Srek srek.
A series of sandals dispersed the ants that were passing on the surface of the ground. The small animals are so frightened that when there are large and high objects passing through their homes. Although the ants actually live in the ground, but still there are a bunch of ants that flashed in the area to fill his empty stomach.
Fizhan who saw the little creature was ragged with fear immediately stopped his steps. He remembered his childhood when he was still teaching at the mosque with his friends and teachers. The teacher told all his students that one day the Prophet Solomon and his troops entered a valley filled with big trees and shady trees. In the valley there is an ant nest. Seeing the many troops brought by the US Prophet Solomon, the ants were terrified. They are very worried about being stepped on by a five-footed object. Then Jirsan the king of ants said to all his people that they would all enter the nest immediately to avoid the death footing of the humans standing right before them. Prophet Sulaiman AS who heard the words of the ants also suddenly laughed. He stopped his steps and allowed the mini animals to enter the nest. Truly he is a fortunate man who can receive Miracles to speak with animals from Allah SWT.
Fizhan noticed the blue building that was right in front of his eyes. It is too big if the house is only inhabited by one human. He stepped foot heavily and was about to head towards the main door. But just before he reached the lips of the veranda, a moca-colored square object caught his eye and raised a new question.
“Loh. Who's this?” He murmured inwardly after reaching for a veil lying on the ground. The man thought for a moment to remember anyone who visited his house today. There aren't. He remembered that only the children of his protege were the ones who set foot on the expanse of his house.
Not wanting to think long, he immediately pulled the doorknob and brought in a veil that he did not know which belonged to which woman. If someone had lost it, that person would have come back to the blue building, he thought.
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Having a mother who works as a career woman who every day in and out of town and rarely at home often makes her have to be alone in a building that is suitable for several families. Fate just like his small conco, Esther was left behind by people he loved very much from childhood. Esther was abandoned by her father and Irene was abandoned by her mother. They died in the same month and year.
The girl who was holding a black backpack was inching to heat her motorbike in the front yard. Today he will return to school after spending an entire day.
Brrrm brrrrm.
A vehicle sound from the other direction shocked the woman who was standing in the white courtyard of the house. Instantly he extended his neck to observe who this figure who came early in the morning to his house. For a moment he thought that the four-wheeled object that landed in front of him was his mama, but it seemed impossible because now the woman who is often the backup of his life was having business outside the city.
The car was getting closer to this moment had been blown right before his eyes. A pair of plated feet of black-robed shoes poked out from inside there. Esther squinted at the net while observing which look would emerge from the car door. So that in the next second he can clearly capture a human figure that turns out to be the ex-lover of his close friend, Sam.
“Good morning sweet lady.” The man with the level of stature singed a thin smile, he twisted his leafy crest while watching Esther from the tip of the foot to the hair.
“What the hell! What is the need for a bastard to come to my residence?” Esther cursed with disgust. It was really tired of seeing the face of the man in front of him who was covered in black hair. Huh it's just like a monkey, Esther thought.
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