I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 2

Criings

His hands were trying to reach for the clock that was ringing on the nightstand. This is the third time the clock has sounded after Irene pressed the off button several times. This night the girl was too good with her gadget that made her lose sleep.

“Re wake up Re! What time is it?” Jerit Antonius at once banged on the door of Irene's room. He inhaled a deep breath, neutralizing his nearly boiling blood because of his girl. Unfortunately it has been a habit of Irene since long ago, no doubt if Antonius a lot of bitter reports from the school about the delay Irene almost every day.

The ringing of the working clock that was refined with door bangs from Antonius Makbul made Irene uprooted from the sound. His eyes closed without looking at the clock that was aiming at the number eight. It was too late 20 minutes ago.

Armed with a three-finger style plus water that is rubbed on the eye area, Irene stuck her motor gas so that it quickly reached the building full of love story. Luckily the destination was not far from the complex he lived in, it only took seven minutes to get there.

“Holy shit!” He said he grunted the sewot with his waist glasses on the motor. The school gate was closed.

“Mang Udin where can be invited to compromise.” He murmured in his heart. Usually he will give some sheets to ten thousand often late to school so that the security guard reopens the gate. But not on this one security guard, he is more practicing the principle of discipline in his profession.

Irene restored her hair, monitoring every corner of the building. The view survives on the white wall that is being renovated.

“I know.” He said as he shot face down the clouds.

Mang Udin paraded the schoolgirl who seemed to bother with his gadget from the end of the post security guard. I don't know what is being discussed but Mang Udin is sure that it is still in contact with the delay this morning.

“Duh uwis bali.” Ketus mang Udin with his Japanese accent when he wanted to experience Irene across the street. “Youeslah.” He then turned back to post security.

***

Irene didn't come home. Turns out he was just playing his bike back to the school's tail yard. With a breath remaining a second he roared at Esther from behind the white-bottomed wall.

“Nyuk, are you behind yet? This sneak grab the chemistry book I keep cumpulin on the teacher's desk. Just tell Retno that I'm sick.” His screams while perched on the foundation of the building that was almost completed.

“Splash Nyuk, my legs hurt!” Vokalya sipped the sign of holding something, there is visible material that is now stuck on the sole of his shoe.

“OKo. Where are you going?” Esther asked after the goal to pick up a mini-sized blue book.

“Repract. How you gonna do it again? It's late.” The answer resigned as he shook his feet so that the wood chips could slip from the sole of his shoes.

Finally Irenpun left the study of chemistry that should be his meal today. For him there is nothing more interesting than to be deprived of his school obligations and his killer teacher levies.

***

“Sick bu. But it's his task already in front, this morning I took to his house.” Esther's voice rang out power from the corner of the class after Retno called Irene's name from the absent book.

“Sick or unplug? Taking it in his house or the back wall?” Retno's question rounded up Esther's pair of senses of sight.

“Where does this woman know?” His inner. “A-anu bu it-“ He answered stammeredly, there is no more pretext to lick the tongue. Maybe Retno caught the wet two who were passing books from behind the wall secretly.

Ms. Retno sucked in the long oxygen and released it gradually to neutralize her nearly enslaved mouth. Because this is the umpteenth time Irene and Esther happened so, Miss Retno as their homeroom teacher will swallow shame if this is known by other teachers especially if it is the principal.

“You two want what the hell?” He asked while writing a absent book.

“Times I remember not to throw a book from behind a wall. You know the back wall is being renovated? If there's anything at all? You guys are big, twelve high school even. Not ashamed to throw a book from behind the wall keep pulling out somewhere? Remember you have twice been hit by SP, again you are not to blame mother if you are dropped out of this school.” Bertak bu Retno with a length of wide.

“Mainly Irene.” Continue in a lower tone. Although Irene was not in the room, but she was sure that Esther would send her speech this morning at her naughty joint. “You know you are often cheated on, right? Irene was smart, but it was too minimal to be chosen as a class star. Adab it above all else son, free you guys are smart if anybpun still need to be taught.”

All the students drifted silent to hear the narration from Retno. Such was his figure, he always cared for his students even though some of them rarely heeded all his advice. Uh! I hope the kids change soon.

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Irene grinned anxiously heeding Esther's dumelan about Retno's mom. Sipping orange juice that is served with sandat, his eyes round the whole cafe caffe a sign of considering something.

“If I have no problem getting dropped out of that school, but papa? You know that all this time I only hired a motorcycle taxi to be a fake guardian when I got SP?” Irene flicked her hair back, her legs jerking slightly over the caffe tile, she felt quite unrelieved this afternoon.

“Can be sambel balado me if until papa knows.” The ideal is with the last straw of orange juice.

There was no answer after that, the two drifted into each other's minds. Esther was busy with her mentoring while Irene bothered with her thoughts.

“Eh just wanted out.” Irene said to disperse Esther's daydream after a moment of silence. Esther did not say a word, but nodded her head as a sign of Irene's words. Watching the back of his ally until it completely disappeared from the doorway caffe.

Irene rushed out from inside the caffe, there was no special mission other than wanting to throw away the viscous liquid that finished flooding her airway. Some days his body is indeed less slick due to the alcohol he drank in portions instead of playing a few weeks ago.

Armed with her index finger and a prick, Irene clamped her pointy nose vigorously.

“Hadeh very much anyway lu snot.” He said, bowing half-mast.

“Astagfirullah you are. Don't worry about people carelessly, maybe he's really sick again.” The voice successfully stopped his activities, he raised his head and tracked the direction of the voice.

“Gosh!” He said reflexes turned around. His eyes widened, it turned out that there was a flock of men who had been watching him from the lackeys several meters away. They were dressed unnaturally in Irene's eyes.

He did not wiggle, firmly in a position to turn his back on them. Close the environment of his face with both palms so that they do not have time to see his cheeks reddened with shame.

“Sial!” He was irritated after the horde of men disappeared from his sight.

He re-entered the caffe after finishing his hajat outside. But how surprised he was when the gang of men who were mocked earlier was also inside the caffe. They just came in and sat right next to the table herself and Esther.

His steps stopped, he immediately thought in how so that they did not witness his presence in the same caffe.

“Ah I know.” Irene raised her eyebrows while she smiled a thin smile.

With a little tiptoe he went through the table of the flock of men, walled his face from behind the hair and then sat down from the stretch of the trunk of the caffe waiter who passed by.

“Why Re?” Excited Ester curious from the corner of the bench. He scratched his non-itchy head, noticing Irene's suspicious gestures.

Suddenly akbar's checks managed to plunge from the mouths of some people who noticed his behavior, who else if not the horde of men who were taunting him earlier. They were re-enacted with the real Irene who tried to negate themselves.

“Buny hah!” Sungunya. His body turned stiff, he glanced at Esther with a savage look. “Awas you!” Irene took a deep breath while patting her chest which felt tight.

“Do not just ngetawain people.” The sentence came back from the same voice. Intrigued by the speaker Irene finally aimed a pointed gaze at the next table.

Tap

His eyes were perfectly rounded, instantly his heart was pounding incoherently, his entire body was trembling slightly as well as his unconscious lips were agape three centi meters away.

“Ga-ga-great handsome.” Reflex. He shone on the single without blinking. Just this time he was diving into the face of a man whose looks surpassed that of a world actor. The green cover that wraps around the legs, white cocoa with green lyrical equivalent to the motives of his subordinates and black peci which leaves the real bangs very slick in the look of his eyes. For Irene such an appearance is a little strange, because on her way she was seriously absent to find anyone who looks like it. But on the other hand this is what got him carried away, the man was different. Maybe he just finished performing worship, Irene's taxi in mind.

“Re!” Esther patted the drunken girl's shoulder, never seeing Irene smile at any man, except Antonius, her papa.

“Eh ha?” Haggapan. He quickly threw away his face, staring at anything so as not to look back at the face of heaven.

“You like yes same guy?”

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