I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 20
In a white room
“A- I'm sorry.” A white pearl swelled in the net area of a girl who was fixated on staring at a man lying weakly helpless before him.
Esther and someone she had never met before.
The two looked at each other shortly after the doctor finished examining the poor man's condition. His temples are still scarred with his bluish-red hands and feet.
The man who saw the woman who was sobbing then said “Already. It was just a normal accident. I also have nothing.” He looked at the level of Esther deeply, there was a cloud that adorned her sweet look.
In terms of strength of heart, Esther did lose to Irene. When it comes to things like this, the girl is still sad and even cries. Different from Irene. There was nothing that made him tear apart except his parents. Naturally because Irene lived with her father and was booked into a steel-hearted girl. And Ester? She lives with her mother and lives in love and tenderness.
“What's your name?” The man who was lying down again opened his voice breaking the silence of the atmosphere of the room. The infusion hose is still faithfully embedded in his hand vein.
“Ester.”
“Beautiful name, exactly like the person.”
“Hah? A- what?” Reaching the eyes of the praised person buying perfect. I don't know when was the last time he got a compliment, but today he received that beautiful sentence back from a man he didn't know at all.
The man just knotted watching the woman in front of him who suddenly suddenly misbehaved. Hopefully, the heartbeat of Esther who is currently very tight is not heard by the ears of the person in front of her.
“Know my name is Alan.”
Oh Alan's.
It turns out that the man who fell victim to his hit was named Alan.
Alan held out his hand before Esther. The two looked at each other and then returned the hands.
No more conversations after that, both Esther and Alan froze in silence until within the next 10 minutes the woman in a white-gray uniform heard a fine snoring right where she was sitting. Hey Alan apparently. I have no idea when the man fell asleep in front of Esther.
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The bell tolled together with applause that filled a white room. The students came out after Ms. Retno closed the Physics lesson today. The hour of rest has arrived.
Irene's not out. The girl only ate the torn bread along with her and some local fruits that she brought as provisions from home.
Actually he really wanted to set up to the cafeteria considering that he had long not enjoyed Nasi Goreng Kampung made by Mbok Sari, a canteen chef whose cooking taste can be shaded with four thumbs. But because someone who used to accompany him every day absent today, he also undo the intention and sit alone in the corner of the class.
In between his pleasure of eating yellow pieces of fruit, someone approached his desk and sat down without excuse.
“Hai Re.” Greet a pointed-nosed girl. He was the one who nudged Irene on the shoulder this morning.
“Eh hi Del.”
“Where's Ester?”
“Ummm pain.” Irene seemed to think for a moment before finally answering the origin of the question from a woman named Dela.
Either the jinn from where suddenly Dela invited Irene to have a casual chat like this. Usually the girl only talks as necessary. Even sometimes in one week not necessarily they are greeting.
“Re want nih.”
“Apaan?”
“By the way you already have a girlfriend yet?”
“Uhuk uhuk ekkk.” The piece of fruit that had entered the mouth was immediately gushed out and made Dela shudder in disgust. Whose fault? What kind of silly question is that? Irene patted her chest that felt tight, her appetite was gone instantly.
“Sorry Re. My question is over?”
“I emmm- not yet.” Irene replied after her throat condition began to normalize.
The girl then did not find any more authenticity from her interlocutor. Dela seemed to weigh something and then finally said goodbye to Irene to leave class. How strange.
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Half ten is right
A mouth-watering bowl of food had just been held in front of a shady man. Chicken soto whose surface is sprinkled with knitted leaves of soup and egg brass combined with coconut milk is condensed into a menu order cafeteria today.
“Hai Zhan.” Sapa a hooded girl stuck out. A knot of sumringai rose on his face, he landed his butt right next to the person he called, Fizhan.
“Aisyah.”
“What?” Sontak Fizhan. “So that brown veil got you huh?” Fizhan remembers very well that he found a moca-colored square object in his yard.
Aisyah who got the question immediately frowned. As she remembered, her brown veil was just a scout uniform veil. And it's neatly folded up in his closet.
“Engga. Who does Zhan have? Where do you find?”
“If I knew I wouldn't have you Shah. In front of my house.”
“Ohya? Did a woman come to your house?”
Fizhan cast a glance in any direction. Until this second he also could not guess who the square object belongs to whom he met last night.
“Ga no.”
Aisha looked half-thought. Who does the chocolate veil mean by Fizhan? Did someone deliberately throw that thing in there? Or maybe the man sitting next to him has put a woman into his house? Ah no no, impossible. He knew Fizhan well. Never mind to be alone with someone who is not a mahram, to argue even if he is reluctant.
Never mind, too much thinking.
“Mate-matika us what page Zhan, I forgot so much nih.”
Silent.
“Zhan.”
Silent.
“Zhan.”
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“Fizhaaaaaan!”
“Astgafirullah Aisyah's. You why?”
“I called you from earlier geez.”
“Seriously? I don't have any danger.”
“You why the hell? I've never been rich like this.” Aisyah hissed annoyed. On the other hand, he also caught the unusual look of Fizhan.
“A-I gapapa. What did you say?”
“Yaudah ga so.”
“Why?”
“TELAT!”
“You crave?”
“Engga. I still have other business.”
Aisyah gradually left the man who was still looking at her fixedly. Aisyah nodded, Fizhan knew that well. But really, his ears did not catch Aisha's words at all.
The girl sauntered and began to have some distance in their position. Fizhan who found it did not want to take a headache and continue the soto sotonia that had been delayed earlier. In the next detail …
“Zhan. You have a problem again?” A girl in a High School uniform with a protruding veil took a position next to each other and looked at Fizhan's face full of seriousness. Aisha. The girl came back again.
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