I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 23
Do you often see Aisyah she said? Did Irene hear wrong? Aisha often in this house? Hey what's the matter between Fizhan and that long-veil girl? Irene was really shocked not to play.
Irene's heart ached, it hurt. It turned out to be true that Fizhan and Aisyah had been lovers. Just from the beginning of their meeting, Irene always found a change in attitude between the man who gave her and Aisyah. If with Irene Fizhan behaved as if indifferent but if in the woman the broad veil that Fizhan is very familiar even often they are alone somewhere. Isn't Fizhan saying that it's not okay to be alone if it's not mahram? Inner Irene in the heart. Ah but at this time they were alone, Irene's brain felt very tight. The girl decided to shut up and keep all her grievances in her chest.
"What's up?” Fizhan returned to his voice after finding a red hue that met on Irene's face. Yes actually he also did not know what the omen were, he just asked so that the silence would not haunt the two of them here.
“A- me? It's okay.” Irene replied with a smile on her face. I don't know, actually he also does not know the exact reason why his heart seemed to melt when he found Fizhan related to other women. Never mind having a special relationship, seeing the man chatting with a woman even he does not like. Like someone wanted to escape from inside his chest. Wh why? What is this sign?
“Sial!” Irene grumbled in the heart.
“So how can Re we start now?” Fizhan asked who then sauntered away towards the small closet containing books of different sizes.
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Fuhh.
A puff of cigarette smoke coming out of the mouth of a rowdy man filled the small room. Her lips were thin and one hand was holding a black flat object.
“Halo, how?” His great-grandson with the figure from behind the flattened bende.
“The woman is very innocent and easy to fool. Everything went smoothly Sam.”
Ouh it turns out it was Sam the bushy sideburn.
Who the hell is she talking to?
“Good job! I'll increase your pay if this mission succeeds.”
“You have to pay for my crocodile treatment! Really my hand hurts so much.”
“Huh so weak you become a man. Okay send the account now.”
Dor dor dor's.
“Asole! Who's it!”
Tuuuutu.
Sam severed the connection unilaterally. He went to the source of the voice to see who had ruined his good mood.
Chequek.
Bugh.
A warm embrace landed on his sturdy and level body. He could see a woman in red press holding him from the front, warm and getting warmer. Until in the next second there was something that felt severed on the bottom.
“Why have you been in this toilet for so long, baby?” The woman's voice sounded raucous, it seemed like she had finished crying.
“Since when are you here?”
“I followed you to this cafe but after you went to the toilet and didn't come out I got curious. I thought something was going on with you. Are you okay honey?” The shoulder-haired woman looked down from the tip of her foot to the end of Sam's hair. Her net was glazed, a worried look was also painted on her beautiful face.
“What are you following me for?”
“Sini.” The woman then pulled Sam's arm and took him to one of the cafe tables where he had been sitting earlier. After the buttocks of the two had landed smoothly on the surface of the bench, then the woman restarted the conversation between them.
“Who was the woman you met behind the school wall yesterday?”
Hearing the question that was just thrown by the virgin, Sam then seemed to think before he finally answered the question from the woman.
“Nobody. If you meet me just to ask something unimportant like this then it would be better if you just go home.”
“You kicked me out?”
“No. I just don't like it when someone messes with my personal things.”
WHATS!
So that girl is Sam's girlfriend?
Then why was the thick sideburner still desperately chasing after Irene? Crazy one!
“Ck shit!” Sam grumbled in annoyance which could still be heard by the red-press girl.
“I wouldn't act like this if you hadn't healed me. Oh come on baby explain it to me.”
“She's my little friend.” Sam answered in the end.
“Tiny friend? Then why is your treatment of him so strange? You seem to be begging attention to him yesterday.”
“Nothing is strange. Lyora now you go home!”
Lyoras. The beautiful woman was named Lyora.
Lyora was the one who caught Sam and Irene in the back of the school cafeteria a few days ago. His suspicion of this partner makes him ketar ketir and try to uncover more information.
A few days ago after the incident Lyora spread a photo of a hazel-eyed girl that she had taken and stored in a gallery. The goal is to spread the photo to only one, which is so that he can know clearly from the class and what majors the woman who was with her lover came from. Luckily neither Irene nor Sam saw the time the post was uploaded because Lyora immediately deleted it shortly after getting an answer from one of her friends.
It didn't take long Lyora finally got the info that the petite and pointy nose woman was named Irene Natalia from class XII IPA II. Luck is still siding in the hand, Lyora has a close friend named Dela who turns out to be one class with the girl who becomes the object of her jealousy.
Dela, who had rarely spoken to Irene, now moved closer to extract information about the girl's relationship with Sam. Huft just right in class yesterday Dela snobs familiar even to accompany Irene who was alone pensive at her desk. There is a shrimp behind the bakwan turns out, ups his point behind the rock.
Lyora clucked. His girlfriend was always warm every day except today. His suspicion about Irene grew, he could clearly watch Sam's dislike face as he asked something like this.
“It looks like someone should be taught a lesson!” Lyora hissed softly then left Sam frozen in the place.
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“I-iya please.” Irene answered to someone who was dealing with her.
Fizhan took two square-thick objects from inside a small cupboard and placed them on a recal.
“Now look here.” He said while giving a code to fly the net down.
“This is called Iqra and this.” Fizhan pointed to the other ledger. “This is called Al-qur’an. You already know, don't you?”
“Ou so this is called Al-qur’an. Ah yes I remember very well Fatimah often brought that thing to class.” Irene murmured in the heart.
“Iya I know. But not with this one.” Irene said pointing to a smaller book.
“Before you can read Al-qur’an first you have to learn through the book Iqro’ Re. Then this one we save first yes.” Fizhan shuffled and then stored the Qur’an back into its original place.
The solar flare began to grin through the thick clouds hanging at the horizon. The weather was very bright as if representing the heart of a child Adam who was learning to teach.
Fizhan taught him painstakingly, between one letter to another he mentioned which Irene later followed. The girl who was basically smart was able to quickly catch what Fizhan had taught her this afternoon.
Now he can clearly know that if the letter is upright like the number one it is named Alif, the letter that looks like a boat with a point one below it is named Ba and the letter that is the same shape of the boat as well but three dots at the top of its name is tsa. Justjust wonderful.
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