I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 38
“Papaaa papaa papaaaa.”
Irene poked from the outside towards the inside. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the main door that was wide open, Antonius signaled he had returned home. Up there a man who was laying down his body spontaneously moved then inched towards the lower floor shortly after hearing a familiar voice from another source. Without even looking at his face he already knew who the owner of the great baritone was.
“Child papa.” Antony scatters his body when he sees a hazel-eyed girl gurgling near the doorway.
Drama ensues, both Antonius and Irene drift away at each other's sense of longing.
“You're healthy, don't you love hem?”
“That's really healthy. Papa too right?”
“Iya. Come, papa bring something for you.”
After the hug-hugging event was finished, they finally approached the sofa neatly arranged in the living room. Antonius grabbed a white paperbag and handed it to Irene.
“Aaaaaa is my favorite. Thanks papa.” The girl who was given the gift was happy not to play.
The two spent the time to ask each other about activities over these past seven days.
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“Ck shit! Why was I such a fool when I met this woman? What good is he?”
Sam mourned his silence today. He was never this good except for that event. He recalled every second of the incident, a series of questions anchored in his brain.
Why am I suddenly silent?
Where's the cruelty I always show to others?
What's wrong with that girl?
Even the talk from her parents made me feel comfortable.
Mucus!
Sam's pounding the steering wheel of the car. His brain said stupidly but his heart seemed to be pleased with the event that made the long hooded girl cry bitterly.
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“Alhamdulillah it seems like son Fizhan is already suitable to be ustadz.” A white-clap man patted Fizhan's shoulder gently. The event was over and people started to move from their places to go home soon.
“God, this is all thanks to ustadz's guidance. But I'm just a human being who is still a poor science of ustadz, it's very inappropriate for me to receive such praise.”
“I pray that someday you can replace me son. Age no one knows.”
“God willing I will keep trying to improve myself. May ustadz always be endowed with health and long life from Allah SWT.”
The two men looked very familiar. A middle-aged man who is often called Ustadz Syam is a teacher and friend of Fizhan. Since childhood Fizhan has studied with him, ranging from hijaiyah letters until he can become a presenter in religious events like today.
“Ohiya I go home first yes, earlier the wife said there are guests at home.”
“Good ustadz, be careful on the road ya.”
“Iya, Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa’alaikumussalam.”
Fizhan kissed the back of the hand of the wisdom ustadz. Then he watched the man's body until it completely disappeared from his sight. There was no one else here except a couple of teenagers, a little ucul-pig and a brown hooded woman who was staring fixedly at Fizhan from a distance.
Hey who was that? A woman in a brown hood?
Oh my God, that's Fatimah.
The girl smiled in a friendly manner when Fizhan accidentally met his gaze. Slowly he began to weave his feet and approached Fizhan who was sitting neatly on the veranda of the mosque.
“Fizhan.” Sapa Fatimah opened the conversation, the girl carrying a stenlis rant in her right hand.
“Assalamu’alaikum Fatimah.”
“Ah yes I forgot to say hello. Wa’alaikumussalam Zhan.”
Silent.
The two stared at each other and were mute on the spot. Actually Fizhan is not the type of introverted man, but somehow after he heard the word ‘jejal’ from Fatimah's mouth he seemed nervous when he met the girl face to face.
“Really I don't want to trouble Fat.” Geez! Fizhan's heart grew rowdy.
“I've never made this a burden. Take it, this can you eat for tonight.”
Actually, Fizhan's heart is very unpleasant to accept all this. But what can I do? He also knows how painful it is when good intentions are rejected outright. Because he had already felt it even the culprit was the woman who was currently standing before him.
“Ya. Thank you very much Fat, may Allah give you abundant sustenance.” Fizhan grabbed a stenlis rantang from Fatimah's hand.
The girl who received such treatment immediately pulled the two corners of her lips together to form the letter U. He hopes that after this Fizhan can forget and forgive the mistakes he made a few nights ago.
“I didn't see you bring this bushel inside earlier.”
“I put it there.” Fatimah floated her index finger towards a blue motor parked in the corner of the mosque. “Then I go home first Ya Zhan is already afternoon.”
“Iya once again thank you very much ya.”
Fatimah simply nodded and retreated her steps resulting in a distance between them. Unbeknownst to Fizhan, the woman clenched her hands and pulled them back into the air three times. Fatimah was very happy, it seemed like she had really put her heart into Fizhan's figure.
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“Irene! Reeee.”
The moonlight devotes itself to the earth. The light of the night along with the flickering of the stars make all nature beautiful. Esther entered without permission, looking for the whereabouts of the owner of the house to meet the dinner invitation.
“Here.” Shouted a woman from the front room.
Without thinking long Esther went straight to the source of the sound and found her best friend was preparing at the dressing table. I don't know where to go.
“Says to dinner.” Esther's voice made the virgin turn her head for a moment.
“Indeed.”
“Then why did you apply makeup?”
“What's the problem?”
“You are only at home right?”
“I just want to look beautiful in front of my guests.”
Hmh! Esther poked her tongue down.
“Where is your papa?”
“There are above. Mari.” The hazel-eyed woman pulled Esther's hand towards the living room. She is absolutely gorgeous with natural makeup and pink lipstick that fills the surface of her thin lips.
It didn't take long after they landed themselves at the dining table, a man poked up from the top with a fluffy sumringai smile decorating his dashing face. The man was carrying a white paper bag, just like the one he gave to Irene this afternoon.
“How are you doing om?” Esther kissed the back of Antonius' hand of wisdom.
“Good. How are you?”
“I'm also good.”
At the dining table there are a variety of different food menus. At first Irene only bought three menus, but because Esther will be invited tonight, the man ordered his daughter to order another meal to fill their stomachs.
“Ohiya here are souvenirs for you.” Antonius handed him a white paperbag shortly after he landed his butt in the dining chair.
“What is this om?”
“Open it.”
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