I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 3

“Ha a-I gapapa Nyuk.” The flow is rather bad, as soon as he regained consciousness from his drunken mushrooms. His cheeks flushed like a boiled crab, he glanced back at the young face through the tail of his eyes, reassuring that everything was fine.

And

Tap

Their views met each other, it turns out that the man also noticed Irene's shakings. The man quickly pulled his face from Irene's eyes, lowered his face while pinning his palm over her field chest.

Scrambling it, Irene contact mengenakan hairdo that is not at all dilapidated, she felt half inferior.

“Am I ugly in her eyes?” Inward in the heart. This time he was actually made up in the fog by the black-squeaked adam.

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“You want to go home Re?” Tanya Lulu, Irene's classmate.

“Iya in a minute.” Answer's flat.

This afternoon the sun appeared quite perfectly. Upright without a buffer, burning like fire. The scorching sun was successful in making Irene feel lazy to go home alone. He prefers to sit in the garden with a sip of lemon tea and a beef kebab ready for his devouring.

“Then I go first ya.” Pat Lulu on her shoulder after they finish the task.

Irene just smiled, this afternoon she was quite burdened with a mountain of tasks presented by Bu Retno.

“Huh!” His breathing sounded harsh. He noticed a cloud hanging at the foot of the natural ceiling. Said the sky is a symbol of happiness, so often he highlights the stretch of the sky when feeling claustrophobic overwritten by a sense of being overwhelmed.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” That familiar voice sounded clear in his ears. He quickly turned his head towards the source of the voice to ascertain who the person was already reflected in his mind.

Dep

Justright. It was the voice of the man who yesterday made his heart feel like it wanted to be dislodged. The energy was perfect again, just like it was at seven this morning. Staring at the face of heaven, he did not expect if he would be reunited with him in this green courtyard.

“A-I have to answer what?” The tinkle is a little thin. Because the greeting he always pronounced so far is different from the greeting thrown by the man.

Haunted by awkward feelings, he tried to greet the man with the sweetest smile he had never given anyone. The feeling is getting worse because at the same time the single returned to reply his messam-mesem with a wave of the hand. Uh! this is truly a miracle, Irene told her own mind.

“Oh my god Irene.” He fizzed furiously at himself while biting his lower lip. His heart again jumped uncharacteristically, even more blaring than the first they met, because now the man began to waltz toward him who was stunned on the bench of the park.

“One two three...” Count it in the heart, and

Plaque!

Instantly his breath was cut off, his heartbeat sluggish as if the oxygen stock had run out, his smile faded, his eyes shifted to the dry leaves splattered on the ground.

“It turns out he's not addressing me.” He nodded while squinting his eyes deeply. How shy he was at that time, his face thickened thicker than China's defensive walls.

“But who is he approaching?” Herbs airs. He turned his head 180 degrees, trailing the man's footsteps until it was docked right in front of a woman. Now the two of them seemed to be discussing something familiar.

“What! So she has a boyfriend?” Irene was surprised not to be trapped, she seemed to fall into the thorny valley so that the drink that had not been broken was now splashed in her own shoes.

The woman looked exactly like the beautiful ukhti she had met one week ago. All paced with matching colors, the difference is that the woman was wearing pink-based clothes. Uh! No-no, it was him, the look in his eyes was exactly like the woman he had admired at that time.

“Hah!” His hands clenched over both thighs and his hardened jaws as if he was holding back anger. The mood's really collapsing today. In a hurry he tidied up his school tool that was still scattered on the bench, threw it back into the bag and then left with an above-average pull of motor gas.

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This is the night life. Like a baby cat who lost a mother, his soul is perfectly destroyed to live without the touch of a hand from a beloved human pair. He does still have Antonius, luxury cars and abundant treasures. But what is the meaning of the heirloom uniform when the spirit is totally rested from the love of mother.

Irene was still awake watching the omnivore whose body began to collapse on the table. They are humans whose life line is absolutely concerned about irene, only the storyline is different.

“Irene Natalia.” Paras a familiar man pokes from behind the keg of beer arranged on a high table. The man with a thick coat of arms gave the full name of Irene, as if he had known the girl with the sharp nose.

“Ka-you?” He said with half-rounded eyes. He glared intensely at the pair of iris jejaka who had just reprimanded him, as if in disbelief when his presence would be felt on this earth again.

“Bu-not you udah-“

“Shhhht.” Cut it quickly on the words Irene while sticking her index finger right in front of the two thin lips of virgin.

“Which way maybe I can leave you.” The ideal with a pointed view. “You are a part of the city of Medan that I cannot forget.” He looked at the look of doyan, probing every bead of Irene's eyes.

Samuel. The man in the thick side was someone he had broken his heart with. The two had been in love before Irene finally did a reckless act on the man. Although their braid had sailed for six semesters, but Irene was never a small piece of cotton to be able to emphasize the figure of Samuel. He only rode Samuel as his free shuttle driver before he could actually ride his own motorcycle.

Irene was stunned, immersed in her sense of rarity. His blood was like seeping from the base of the head towards the tip of the foot.

“What do you want?” His tone rose by an octave with a sweat bulb on his left temple.

“You.” The man sauntered to the left while twisting one eye, past the staunchly Irene lost her mind over what had just happened.

Dens. The girl's body fell on a black barstool. He wiped his eyes that began to drop water points, beware that Samuel would do him vile.

“There's me Re.” Ester's arm was wrapped around Irene's body.

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“Re go first yes pa.” Irene kissed the back of Anthony's hand of wisdom, put on her slightly slanted gray skirt and drove to school with the crown matic of her heart.

This morning was different. He left unaccompanied by the glare of sunlight from the cracks of the tree branches. His mouth was comatose along the way, just like the person who was mengahfuzkan something.

Mangivera indica: mango

Cocos nucifera: coconut

Salaccaedulis : salak

Ma - ma - ma

“Take forget again.” Whine to yourself. This night his head was crowded by the Latin name of fruits. There is nothing to be encouraged to remember the 30 Latin languages except Mr. Bobby, anom teacher who became the desire of every student.

“Bunyuk has not been yes?” He threw his face off the highway, grabbed something from his pocket. This morning he did have an appointment with Esther to study together, his only shot was one so that he could receive chocolate from Mr. Bobby for his victory memorizing 30 fruit names from Latin.

You

“Nyuk where? I'm on my way.”

Irene typed a few letters on her phone screen. He should have called Esther right then and there, but he abandoned his intention to remember the road being churned by motorists. Free, Esther's voice won't be heard, she thought.

Both of his eyes were too busy to pursue a small object that was grasped in his left hand. He was too enthusiastic for biology lessons today. Occasionally he pulled both corners of his lips as he opened his eyes, dreaming of sweet chocolate that sir Bobby would give to him.

Suddenly a four-octave lag broke the girl's entire gaze. Suddenly his body felt airborne for a few seconds before finally crashing on the plains that felt hard.

Ill

Very sick

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