I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 4

Then I don't know how he could feel the heavy hand was carrying his body in a direction that he himself did not know. All over his body was sore, he felt a slurry of water coming out of his nostrils.

“Bawa to my house aja sir, close from here” That familiar voice sounded clear in his ear before in the end he was unconscious and passed into the nature of out of nowhere.

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“Aww hurts!” He grimaced with pain when a thin hairy object touched the surface of his skin. Repeatedly he blinked his eyes, assuring himself that he was still capturing fresh air on planet Earth.

“Propay yes little more.” Irene was shocked not dumbfounded, as if she was tasting a dream of broad daylight. His face shriveled dumbstruck, whispering astonishedly in the heart.

“What? How can I be with them?” It spreads the view. Staring closely at the group of people who were crowding him. And that guy…

“You?” Shown while pointing the index finger.

“Why can I be in-aww.” Instantly his head seemed wrapped around, his nature brought him to the incident at seven o'clock.

The atmosphere was silent, everyone was still in a state of turmoil watching the thick red liquid that was pouring from the left temple of the apes girl. Tight, until at last some of them opened their voices to leave the crowd, only three remained. Irene, the man and the woman he met in the park a few weeks ago.

“Mbak is in my house. Next time if again drive do not play mobile phone yes mbak let's not fall rich earlier.”

Byurrrs

Irene's heart felt showered by red flowers from the top of the hill. His hunting breath was refined with his racing heart. He was fixated, staring intensely at eyeballs that occasionally glanced at him from the corner of the bed.

“What? She's talking to me?” Greget Irene snapped, flying was already the pain of the accident earlier.

“Tadi mbak accident in front alley. Bener said he if again drive do not play mobile phone yes mbak.”

Female timpal with khimar sticking out. Irene could see the oval face of the girl, her eyes were pitch black, her voice soft and uncluttered.

“What? He said? She who? Why didn't he just mention the guy's name? Huh!” Irene's sour face was painted in the image, she knew that the woman would not willingly give the identity of her own crown title to another woman.

“There is a mbak family number that can be contacted?” Continued the woman who was judged Irene did not want to prolong her presence in their home.

“Oh this.” He said he was shrinking while dialing Antony's number with his fingers slightly shaking.

Irene attached her gaze to the single. He really did not expect to be reunited even lying on his bed. One thing that still makes it bland, the man's name.

“Looks like he's no ordinary man.” He murmured in his heart while narrowing both eyes.

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“Whose chocolate is it for?” Irene puffed her cheeks with breath, extinguishing the sight of Esther staring at the white bandage wrapped around her head.

“Fatimah.” He said save the answer.

“Oh” Irene threw a spotlight, staring across her room dominated by green. He straightened his legs straight, leaning half his body on the head of the mattress. For three days he had been languishing in this green prison after incident a few days ago, his wild soul screamed for release.

“Mangkanya next time if riding the motorbike do not play HP. Sok has nine lives.” Sindir Antonius ketus who suddenly broke into the door of Irene's room. He carried a small tray of warm ginger and honey bottles.

“Papa?” Irene turned her face towards the source of the voice, she regretted slipping the door of her room half agape.

“Papa danger?” He asked as he took a heavy breath.

“Irene Natalia, who hopes to get chocolate from Bobby” Antonius, smiled a cynical smile at Irene, as if she knew exactly the contents of her daughter's head.

“Hehehe.” Gelak Ester grinning. He had no answer option but to throw a grin at Irene.

“Start tomorrow you papa shuttle!” Antony at the end of the bed.

“Hah! Ih gamau ah pa, rich son SD!” He said his father's mental command.

“What do you want to ride a motorbike without tires?” Antonius smiled faintly, intending his gaze at Irene from the tail of his eyes.

“What? Motorcycle tire I co-?”

“Bannya dislodged hahaha.” Esther's laughter became so, fulfilling the amused taste in Antony's heart. Actually the black matic with red slices was already being serviced in the nearest workshop, only Antonius did not want anything worse to happen to his umbrella diamond. Therefore, for the next month, he will become a personal driver for his own daughter.

“Whatever papa deh!” His eyes were puffed up and then downed the ginger water in one breath.

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“Sorry yes Re was we want to look at you today, uh even you already came.” Fatimah drew her distance to Irene, she held a parcel of fruit and bread.

This afternoon was quite riweh but it was too lively for Irene. Because at 13:00 before going home from school he was surrounded by his classmates who had been shocked by the incident that hit him a few days ago. He was treated with a row of questions that made him tangled to open his voice. But no matter, at least they care enough even though she is one of the schoolgirls without nil delinquency in school, he thought.

“Ah yes ga nothing, I am also quite healthy.” He answered with his face facing Fatimah.

Criings

The bell rings a sign that school hours are over. Some of the people who had illuminated it earlier began to distance themselves to clean their respective stationery.

“Clearned Yes Re.” They said together before finally leaving Irene at the corner of her desk with Esther.

“This is for you.” Fatimah thrust the blue-dominated parcel at Irene, displaying a sumringai look with half-sniped eyes.

“Thanks yes.” Reply Irene with a fluffy smile.

Classes are empty, no more activity after all the students come home including Esther. Irene who had rejected an offer from the conference to go home together now chose to sit on a row of long benches in front of the class.

“For so long papa.” His grunt was as heavy as he looked at the round-headed clock that was on his wrist.

Irene circulated the views at every corner of the school, analyzing which parts she had never recorded the building. The last time he ever broke down the toilet door before finally being rewarded with a warning letter from the school.

Gedebak.

Stepping from the right direction successfully disrupts Irene's view, her eyes are choosing to track the source of the sound. The beat grew so sharp that it sounded right next to his right ear. And...

“Yes Lord!” He was shocked by the volume of an octave. He blinked, hoping that this was just delusion.

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