I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 21
“Uhuk.” Fizhan chokes. Kuah soto who had landed on his red tongue is now spewing out unceremoniously.
“Eh sorry Zhan.” Aisyah. Fuck up! Doesn't he feel guilty?
“Other times gausah sok tambek yes.”
“Ih who's craving. By the way why the hell?”
“What's Why Shah?”
“You have another problem right?”
“Indeed my face looks like there is another problem huh? Hesitant, right?”
“Iya.”
“Hmm no Shah. Everything is okay.”
“Eh Zhan.” Aisyah patted Fizhan on the shoulder. “We're all from small together. I know when you are sad and when you are happy. And now I'm squirming your face tuh tangled tau ga. Cepetan story or I really nambek nih.”
Silent.
“Zhaaaan.”
“Eh yes.” Fizhan seemed to think long before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
The man also began to tell how it happened yesterday afternoon with his community friends including Fatimah. Now he could no longer close the cloudy look on his face, his heart slashed. Fatimah should not have done such a thing in front of so many people.
“Yeah of Fizhaaaan. That's not because of Zhan.” motor Aisyah was anxious when she heard all the stories of Fizhan.
“Means?”
“Basic ya cowo never sensitized! That's his name he's jealous.”
“Hah jealous?”
“Yes is. From your story yes, I can really understand if the child likes you. And when you go after the girl who said your new friend she was angry.” Aisha paused her words and then straightened the water in the aqua bottle that was in front of them. “If you've loved let's not have a motor, no life only sometimes love never faded Zhan.” His impact convinced Fizhan.
The man was silent a thousand languages at the thought of the word Aisyah. Did Fatimah love him? Since when? Fizhan is not a lucky man when viewed in terms of economy and family, very different from the girl beraras ayu. Fatimah comes from a family that is still intact and located. Fizhan though? Ah already! Needless to explain.
“Which exactly are the two girls you mean?” Again the woman who was next to him offered a variety of questions that actually did not need to be corrected. Huh, he's like a reporter.
Fizhan pulled his hair back. His sweat began to inundate the forehead area. It had been 15 minutes they spent in the school cafeteria, and the food in front of him had not been spent. All because of Aisyah.
“That's Fat-“
Kriiiii.
“Eh udah bell. We go in first.”
The bell tolled indicating the break was over. The children began to scatter and leave the cafeteria still scattered with piles of dirty dishes and glasses.
Aisyah who had been preparing to hear a series of letters that Fzihan would throw to answer all her curiosity had now gradually disappeared and chose to waltz away following Fizhan who had left after paying his order soto which has not been spent. Very redundant. But how else? There are more important obligations he has to comply with.
...***...
15:00 WIB
Tok to tok.
“Anybody home?”
A woman in a tattered hood knocks on the door of a building dominated by blue. The tip of his fingers jolted on the ground waiting for the owner of the house to open the door.
Chequek.
“Loh Irene? What's up?” Oh, it's Fizhan's house. The man rounded his eyes when he saw someone gulped on the porch of his house. It's three o'clock in the afternoon, what does the woman want to go to her house?
“Yes I want to learn njai. Why again?” Ketus Irene's. Isn't it Fizhan who asks her every afternoon to come here? Why should I be asked again?
“It's still three hours Re.”
“I- yes I know.” He said while confirming the order of his veil that looks collapsed. “But I don't want to be late again. I want to learn now.”
And out there Irene could clearly see the inside. There are sofas, cabinets, study tables, televisions and other items that are still in shape like the 90s. But what attracted the attention of the pink hooded girl was a giant photo displayed in the middle room. The frame features a pair of pictures of an adult and a small baby boy sitting right on the lap of the mother.
Who'sis that?
What is Fizhan?
Inner Irene.
...***...
“Umi in yes dear.” A middle-aged woman gushed from outside towards an ivory-colored room. He carried a tray of mangoes and white milk. Ajip herb to be consumed by people who are not feeling well.
His feet had been imprinted in a medium-sized space. Right in front of his gaze, a girl was clutching her own body forming a millipede animal scroll. His lips looked pale, his eyes were reddened and he did not even attend school today.
“Fatimah. Wake up baby, umi bring you mango and warm milk.”
Yes, this is Fatimah's room. The place where he languished for a whole day. Not a single bit of rice managed to escape entering his stomach. All came back out when the white grains touched his throat.
His head was dizzy seven circumferences while recalling the events of yesterday. Her heart was in a frenzy after realizing how selfish her treatment yesterday was towards Fizhan. Wouldn't that cause a certain amount of sadness for the man? Ah if only Fizhan knew the real reason, the inner Fatimah.
That is the problem that has affected the problem of the heart. As strong as anyone is sure he will be weak too including what is being experienced by this girl berparas ayu. Regardless of the true cause he was alone, clearly now his mind is only on Fizhan and regret his actions yesterday.
Oh Fizhan's.
Look here.
Know it?
There's a woman who's sick thinking about you.
...***...
“Mari.” Irene was surprised not to play when the look of a handsome face nongol from behind the main door. Duh, surely the owner of the house knows if the woman is glancing at the contents of the building.
The two walked towards the gazebo. It was still very quiet and there were only the two of them there. Fizhan interrupted for Irene to sit next to him with a distance of two meters as a restriction. Oh my goodness, Irene was struggling.
Both Irene and Fizhan all replied in silence. But one thing that was accidentally caught by Netra Irene, a man who was right next to her, was smiling a few seconds ago.
“What's up?” He asked full of curiosity.
Fizhan did not answer, he only turned a glance and returned the manrik knot lips. Hey, has he become a madman?
“Is there anything funny?” Unable to get an answer, Irene again treated him with a question that he really hoped for the answer this time.
“You haven't worn a veil before?” Fizhan began to open his voice with a smile that was still consistently painted on his face.
“Not yet. Why emang?”
Instead of answering a question from Irene, Fizhan went into his house and came out again with a flat object that could reflect any image when faced directly above his request.
Mirror.
Fizhan took the mirror.
“Hey for what?” Irene asked confusedly.
...***...
Seriate
About the mirror for what?
Kuy continues to follow so that he can get the answer 😚
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