I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 28
Alan was surprised not to play when he found Esther had stood up straight behind him. He tried to look back then swallowed his saliva heavily.
“There are you planning?” The woman's voice interrupted.
“Since when did you stand here?”
“Barusan. The wallet from your jacket pocket dropped when you were about to come here earlier.”
Huuuh, Alan's heart was relieved not to be broken. If Esther just got here means she didn't hear the conversation except about the plan. Good, Alan said in his heart.
“Oh dear you are so kind. Thanks yes.” The thick-browed man tried to divert the conversation and then bring the woman to her place.
“I think this is a personal matter between me and my family. Sorry I can't tell you yet baby.” Alan ngeles's. He picked up the children of Esther's hair that covered her beautiful face and slipped it into the right ear.
“Oh so. Alright.” Esther answered with a smile.
Who exactly is Alan? Who is the man who always calls her? And what plans have they prepared?
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“You look like you're familiar.” Aisyah began to open her voice shortly after she and her partner landed their buttocks on a public transport.
“That girl every afternoon always to gazebo Shah.”
“Ohya? For what?” The woman who heard him was half shocked.
“She has not been able to teach and I teach her. You know he's very funny.”
“Means?”
The man who was next to Aisyah also started the story of how she met Irene. Starting from their accidental encounter in the cafe to the time where the long-haired girl knows the letters hijaiyah. All felt very quickly passed, if calculated his introduction with Irene had entered the second month but it felt only a few days.
“She was so innocent even the plain trumpet meaning of the word ‘mahram’ even she did not know Shah.” Fizhan said closing the fairy tale during the day.
“Serious?”
“Iya.”
“He's Muslim right?”
“Sure. If not where maybe he wants to wear a veil especially until learning to teach.” Fizhan replied confidently. Ah stupid man! Somehow the end of your story will come when you find out who exactly the woman you're telling me about.
“Didn't you see that the uniform was lacking in Zhan?”
“Last-lately he always wears his veil Shah yes even though it is not perfect. And what wrapped his body was a school uniform and I'm sure that white shirt and gray skirt he's been using since tenth grade.
“You'd better suggest that she go in total hijab. It is no wonder what gives the curves of his body every day to the road user!”
“I've also crossed like that. I'll try.”
“What did you say? Try repeat?” Aisyah knitted her eyebrows without hearing Fizhan's words just now. Is something wrong?
“Will I try.” Fizhan repeated his words.
“No-no, before that.”
“Which one?”
“Before I try.”
“I don't know.”
“Ck!” Aisyah clucked. “Have you said? Means you've been thinking about it all this time?”
The deg!
Aisyah whose hearing is still very good it is impossible to misinterpret with words that a few seconds ago aired by Fizhan. Various speculations were milling around in his head, he looked at his partner desperately hoping for an answer that would satisfy his heart.
“A- me? Ah who said I thought about it, impossible.” The man who received such an apology also suddenly rounded up a pair of neutrals. Tradition has always been open and sharing stories with Aisyah can not make her brake her words so that things that should not be told was now just slipping from her lips.
“Do not lie. Do you like it?”
Die me! Inner Fizhan.
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Uhuk.
A teenager in a High School uniform patted his suddenly claustrophobic chest. He was indeed right behind the public transport, but it did not seem like the vehicle was emitting so much smoke. After all, Irene's traditional day was indeed swallowing smoke, so is it possible that she was choking just because of this ordinary thing?
“Which human being was telling me uhuk uhuk.”
“I'm crowded once.”
Irene slowed down the speed of her flying horse instantly. He did not want the event where he almost hit the satayman a few days ago to repeat itself. Currently the vehicle is at a below average speed but is still able to reach the yellow-tinted public transportation that has been followed since.
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“Jaga your mouth Aisyah. How could I like a girl I just met.” Fizhan interrupted not to accept.
I don't know. He was also confused by this condition. For a long time no woman has ever been in her heart. But by the time a hazel-eyed woman starts coming into her life it's like there's something different there. Every time he passed the virgin his blood hissing became more swift. Is this what is called love? Ah it doesn't seem! Where could Fizhan possibly put his heart to a brutal girl like Irene.
“Astagfirullah keep your mind Zhan.” Fizhan said to himself.
Vehicles continue to accelerate splitting the fanfare of Medan City. Fifteen minutes had passed, there was no more conversation between Fizhan and Aisyah until finally the angkot they were riding stopped in front of the alley next to a grocery shop.
“Introduction yes.” A woman in a white hood patted the shoulder of the man next to her. Then the girl went down and inched into a small alley in which there were rows of houses.
Irene, who was still faithful to follow the four-wheeled vehicle, also stopped and looked completely at the house where the woman who was currently walking in an alley was anchored.
“What is his home?” Inner Irene did not see Ayesha entering a white building and black iron as a fence.
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The sun is shifting towards the right and the earth still feels very hot but not as hot as twelve o'clock. Ester sipped a bottle filled with yellow liquid, uhh so fresh it felt as the water flowed down his throat.
“Do you have a female friend?” The question of a man who was next to him made him slightly choke.
“Uhuuk.”
“Ehm no.” Ester answered.
“What's the name?”
“Irene Natalia, she's my best friend since childhood.”
“Ohya?”
“Iya. Know it? Almost everyone likens us like pulute to the point.”
“Why is that? Can you tell me the origin?”
Esther tells all the stories about herself and Irene. Starting from Irene's mother who died so they became close friends until all the brutality they had done together was also told.
Alan listened to the tweet of his lover enthusiastically, seen from the glare of his eyes that sparkled staring at Esther.
“Sam. I brought you the latest news again.” Alan was flinching in his heart.
What did he say?
Sam's?
Where's sam? That guy with the bushy sideburn?
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