I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 36

Four o'clock exactly.

As usual in the residence of a hazel-eyed girl. This afternoon would be the first time for him to plunge himself into a silver-domed building. The pause in the heart is certainly there, because he does not know what he will hear and do there.

Irene wrapped a moca cloth on her head. Fizhan teachings at that time really work because now he can wear a hood with a slick without having to tattered camping like last.

After all was done the girl shuffled down to pick up her matic inside the garage. But before that he wrote a row of letters on the paper and put it on a small nightstand in the living room. The paper contained a licensing message to his papa that was likely to arrive before he returned to this house. Actually Irene did not have the heart to leave the house before Antony's return, but how else? Dara will also feel hesitant if he did not heed Fizhan's invitation.

It didn't take long, Irene had arrived at a belau building where she used to learn to teach. The other boys had also gathered there with Fizhan. Now they are ready to go to the mosque located across the street.

One thing that caught Irene's attention, the man she used to see looked completely different today. White cupcakes wrapped by matching colored turban and cocoa clothes combined with sarongs and shady look makes it look like a prince of heaven.

“Mari.” The one who was bandaged now raised his voice.

All of them stepped foot into the mosque. The children seemed a little nervous as they crossed a road filled with other vehicles. Fizhan brought them from the right and Irene to his left. They look like a couple who do not follow the KB program aka many children.

“Yeay successfully!” They cheered with excitement while clenching their hands to aim at the air when they had successfully set foot in the courtyard of the mosque.

Fizhan ordered the children to get into it immediately as the event was about to start. Inside there also appeared some teenagers who had been sitting neatly and ready to listen to the material to be delivered by the preacher.

Irene entered the red prayer zone. His heart raced faster, occasionally he took a rough breath to neutralize the deguban organs embedded behind his chest.

After it is considered safe and no one else is wandering in the mosque courtyard, the MC opened their event with greetings then continued with the recitation of the holy verse Al-Qur’an and do’a.

In the corner there Irene could only listen to the wisdom of anything that became the rundown of their event on this day. Actually, he also does not know the meaning of the whole language that is still unfamiliar in his mouth, but as a form of appreciation he listened solemnly even though still overwhelmed by a sense of ignorance.

When entering the main event, the MC asked the speaker to immediately take a position in front. But how surprised he was when he found out who the figure that currently appeared before them was.

Fizhan.

The man grabbed a microphone from the MC's hand and began to deliver the contents of the material, preceded by a salutation leaf.

Irene really did not expect. It was fitting that the man's appearance was so different, it turned out that he was the speaker. The huft! Why didn't Fizhan tell her from yesterday? If so, he can ask further things about this activity.

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“Hello baby. Where are you?” Alan took a sip of his cigarette in the room. His hand grasped a rectangular flat object.

“I'm at home. What's up?” A woman's voice came out from across there.

“What if tonight we take a walk?”

“Where?”

“Ke anywhere as long as we are together.”

“Eum.” Esther rolled her eyeballs upwards. “Sorry Alan but I can't.”

“Why?”

“Irene?”

“Ya.”

“Can't it be delayed? Ah I miss you so much sweet.”

“I have a dinner invitation to welcome my father Irene back from Bandung and where I might refuse her. I hope you understand yes.”

“Oh alright honey. Then tomorrow it's.”

“Iya.”

Alan cut off his phone. Actually, the man was planning something. He would take her out and make plans so that they could not go home that night, so inevitably Esther had to sleep with him somewhere.

Alan is not a person, so he must do anything to get rupiah to support himself. And this task from Sam has made the thick-browed man have a lot of money. How not? He carried out a mission from a wealthy businessman's son in Medan City. Setip the information he conveyed to the boss, surely Alan always gets the reward.

Alan spread his gaze across the room. His brain was looking for the best way to trick Esther.

...***...

“One day a friend asked the Prophet Muhammad SAW. The person said “Is it possible that Mukmin people are stingy?” And the Apostle replied; “Maybe.” Then the friend asked back “Is it possible that Mukim people are cowards?” Prophet replied; “Maybe.” And the friend asked for the third time; “Is it possible that the believer is lying?” Then Rasullullah SAW. also replied; “no.” (HR Imam Malik in the Book of Almuwathaa).” The blessed presence of God. The hadith teaches us to be honest. Because honesty is all the cornerstone of human kindness. There is no word and deed other than honesty, therefore Allah SWT. commanded every Muslin to be always right in his words and actions.” Fizhan explained at length times wide.

Irene was transfixed, how could the material that Fizhan conveyed fit her current condition? Irene was not an honest person. Even now the girl was playing her charade as a self-styled Muslim woman.

What if one day Fizhan finds out his cover?

Will the man get angry and then walk away from him?

Or maybe he'll with legowo accept Irene's rottenness?

The huft! A series of questions swirled in Irene's brain. He was afraid that this secret would be revealed. But how else? He can't talk to Fizhan now either. The girl was simply unable to accept the consequences of the mistakes she had made herself.

But on the other hand Irene also did not deny that there was a growing sense of admiration from her on the figure of Fizhan. The girl noticed the speaker delivering the contents of her speech very smoothly and clearly. Even Irene who had just first gotten knowledge like this also immediately understood what the meaning of the speaker was conveying in front.

“I do not know the verses conveyed by Fizhan even the figure he said as a Prophet or friend that I also do not know. But from the other side I can also capture that honesty is the main foundation in the actions. Ah Fizhan's! Why am I so amazed this way.” Irene glanced at the heart. Both corners of his lips are attracted to form the letter U

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