I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 29
After taking down a woman in a white hood and receiving a bill of two thousand from the girl, he, the angkot driver drove back until in the next five minutes the mini bus stopped at a belau building that had a small gazebo on the right side of his house.
“Loh loh apparently they really went home. Ck shit! Tau this way I better just eat in the cafe earlier.” Dara who had been following in the footsteps of the angkot was furious and condemned his own stupidity. He should not have even mortgaged his own stomach to follow a pair of people suspected of having a special relationship.
“Thanks ya bang.” Fizhan said to the driver who was answered by a nod of the head. The man then moved and opened the gate that was still locked. But not yet had the iron bars opened perfectly, the net accidentally caught a sight of a girl in high school uniform on the corner of the road in a position to look at her from a distance. Suddenly he who saw this also undoes the intention to open the gate and run towards the girl.
Who was about to be met suddenly in the fog when he realized that his presence had been smelled and known by Fizhan. Smear me! Inner screaming.
“Irene.” Shouted the man from five meters away. “Why can you be here? Not that we met in ca-“
“Oh that's anu. My hunger suddenly disappeared so I decided to just go home.” Fizhan had not yet finished his words Irene had cut him off first. His sharpness turned stiff like a dry kanebo.
“Then what are you doing here?”
“Ummm a- I. I was waiting for my friend. Ah yes I have come home first, my friend did not come.”
The girl who was in the fog immediately pulled the motor gas and then drove until it was completely lost from Fizhan's sight. The person who was left behind was actually not satisfied with Irene's answer, she believed that the woman was not waiting for her friend in this place.
“Ya done.” Fizhan flirted to himself.
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“Darling it looks like I have to go home.” A sturdy hand landed right on the sidelines of Esther's fingers. He turned to the owner of the body, Alan's thick eyebrows formed straight there.
“Why?”
“My friend asked me to see him immediately. Maybe he's in trouble.”
“Ah yes come.”
Esther's smile is gone. Though he really hoped that today was the day where he could spend time together with the title of his heart. He has arranged all the activities that they will do tonight ranging from dinner to watching the cinema together. But how else? Alan had to help his friend who he said was in trouble.
“Don't be sad. We still have many other days, right?” Said Alan who saw a wry stroke on Esther's face. He cupped his hands together over Esther's smooth, tapered cheeks.
“I'm not why. Now go, pity your friend.” Esther answered with a smile.
The two eventually separated in the afternoon. Alan leaves Esther frozen in place a moment before giving a sign of possession on Esther's forehead.
“Welcome to meet again dear.” Alan waved from a distance.
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On the other hand, a shady girl was staring at the stupid act she had done a few days ago. He was very sorry, if time could be played surely he would have chosen to go home with Fizhan rather than his other friends yesterday.
“My heart is really not calm.” Fatimah stretched her body over her bed. “Do I have to apologize to the man?”
A shadow of Fizhan's disappointed look last night ran back over his head.
“But what if he won't forgive me? Or even he has hated me this time?” Fatimah's worries are growing.
Honestly, since the first beginning he met Fizhan the girl was already enamored with his good and gentle temperament. Many men he had met but none of his speech was as gentle as Fizhan's. The man was not paddling every sentence, it was pure indeed innate since long ago. For Fatimah herself had seen him being stirred by emotion, but Fizhan could cover it from his meek and tender words. Just incredible!
But for some reason lately Fatimah often felt a strange feeling that happened with her towards Fizhan. His heart was so burning that he saw Fizhan talking to a woman other than himself. Not just the woman he met in the downtown square yesterday, some time ago the girl also had a fire with one of their community friends who were having a friendly conversation with Fizhan. But since Fizhan is not one type of sensitive man, Fatimah harbors the feeling itself without being known by anyone.
Is this what is called love?
“Uh I can't stand it. All right, I'll call him.” Fatimah got up from her sleep and then picked up a black flat object lying on the nightstand.
Tuuuuut.
Connected calls.
“Halo Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa- Wa’alaikumussalam.” Fatimah's heart beats three times faster.
“What's Fat?”
The girl rolled her eyeballs there and here. Rows of words that have been arranged in his head are now scattered somewhere.
“Are you busy?”
“No. I just got home from school. Why?”
“Ummm emhh here.” Fatimah hung up her speech then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I want to apologize.”
“For?”
“Genesis last night. Actually I didn't mean to reject your invitation but a-“
“Iya I understand Fat. Where there may be a girl who wants to be escorted home without using a vehicle.” Fizhan interrupted before someone across the street finished talking. Ou ou ou seems like there are still people who feel hurt.
“Bu- no. That's not what I meant. Ah you are!”
“Then how? It's not why Fat. I understand that it is the instinct of a woman.”
Look at! Even in hurt mode, the man can still hold back and keep his words from the person who hurts. So, which woman is not amazed by the gentleness of a Fizhan?
“No. Well how to ngomognya-“
“Already. There's nothing to forgive. You're not wrong Fat.”
“No Zhan, I was wrong.”
“Ya. If you think you're guilty, then I've forgiven him.”
Oh my goodness, why is this so?
This is not what Fatimah wanted. He just wanted Fizhan to know the real reason he did it that night. But how do I deliver it? Fatimah is not the type of girl who is lazy to talk.
“But all this is not because of Zhan.” vehicles
“Then what?”
“Ummm anu eum it-“
“Well let's just close it. Really I'm not why Fat.” Fizhan intended to end their ambiguous conversation.
“Eum wait! Actually yesterday I was so jealous of that girl.”
“APA?”
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