I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 5

“Sa-Sam? Why are you here!” His tone faltered, it turned out that this live happened.

“I go to school here, just moved three days ago.” Sam held a smile, resting his bangs covering the forehead.

“What!” His eyes glared perfectly, as soon as his blood felt boiling. How could a Samuel know about his existence in this school.

“This time you won't miss Re.” Sam clasped his thumb against Irene's chin. He laughed loosely, diving into every padlock of the girl's mimic.

Irene was locked, her mouth heavily open for a speech. His eyeballs settled at the top right end as if imagining the worst thing would hit him.

“Ah this rose for you.” He said in a serious starting tone. His hand poked up, thrusting a rose right in front of Irene's troubled face.

“I don't like roses!” He said while fending off the flower stalk until it broke and rolled on the floor.

“But instead of the first time you always received roses from me.” Sam raised his eyebrows, he was a little surprised by Irene's behavior, which was actually very fond of red roses.

“That was!” Said Irene hurrying away, she could no longer fit herself to be with the man.

“Re...” The fleeting appeal succeeded in cancelling Irene's steps that began to march, she turned back to her head in the hope that this was her last meeting with Samuel.

“I do love you until die.” Sedu Sam as she wears her sweetest smile.

Irene who had been disgusted with the speech immediately threw her face from Sam's face. He breathed heavily, swallowed his saliva violently and sauntered away leaving Samuel. But before that..

“Shit!” He said, pointing his middle finger up in the air.

...***...

“If I stay here for sure the insignia of the item will meet me again.” Irene grabbed the white tissue from her shirt pocket, rubbing the coarse sweat feathers covering half of her forehead.

Today was the fourth day for Irene to go home by sneaking out from the back of the school. He had schematized this shortly after Samuel had met him. Almost like a thief, he settles and tiptoes so that his existence is not known by anyone.

“Yes huuw.” He shouted with both hands clenched in the air after making it through the rocks and nails arranged next to the wall. He smiled full of hue, satisfied with his new activities.

“For the sake of squirming your face!” His mind pictured Sam's face and a red rose tucked between his fingers four days ago.

Irene cut through with a bottle of guava juice clasped in her hand. Track the empty stall he can stop by while waiting for an invitation from Antonius.

“This is aja deh.” He said while blowing thin dust attached to the bench stop.

20 Minutes passed. His feelings began to fidget, he was quite tired of waiting for Antonius who had not yet appeared. As the head of the complex, Antonius was very busy with his work that had to help take care of the needs of his citizens. No doubt if he is almost every day late to pick up Irene.

The wind blows his bangs here and there. His appearance was quite fickle, coupled with his hair pigtails that began to loosen.

“Hah papa!” Sungunya. He looked around, worried that Samuel would see him at this stop.

In between his review coupled with a sense of anxiety, a figure of adam with black skull as if making all his senses almost stopped. Yeah, there he is. The man whose name Irene had not known. The man flashed over the pavement in a white-gray uniform and a black backpack that was cradled on his shoulders. Irene ketar ketir half-thought, he pegged with the position of the mouth half-gawking. What dream could he meet that lanang for the umpteenth time.

Their position is increasingly close together, there is only one mango tree that becomes the distance between the two. Irene took a deep breath while neutralizing her near-perfect nervousness, putting on her loose pigtails and wiping away the remnants of her drinking water that was aprons at the corners of her lips.

“Eh oh hi hello mmm.” He said while saying the word meaningless. Not meaningless, rather the words he should not have said. His pupils were enlarged, suddenly his breathing went in and out. Irene glared, looking at the sturdy man on the lowered face.

“A-I just wanted to say thank you.” He said to be brave. The man stopped his steps after two meters away from where he was standing.

“Sorry, what do you do mbak?” The voice sounded back. A sweet smile rose from Irene's face.

“You helped me during the accident.”

“Ah yes equally.” He said after rolling his eyes a sign of thinking, maybe he forgot what help he had given to the girl pigtailed one.

“Not here.” Said answer. Irene's smile faded. “But in front there.” The tip with the index finger leads to a green building. This place is a special High School for Muslims or often called the Aliyah Madrasah.

“Yes turns out he's the next child.” Irene glanced softly with her teeth slightly docked. It felt as if it had not stepped on the earth, its mind soaring towards the wishful ceiling.

“Emmm what's your name?” Ask more confidently. His face was sumringai, waiting for a row of letters that had made him curious.

“name ku-“

Tin tin tin

The sound of a car horn was heard from across the street. Ah, it turns out it was Antonius. He plastered a dull face exactly like a person who was overwhelmed.

“Quick Re papa busy!” Antony's instructions waved, hinting Irene to enter the car immediately.

“Uh but pa-“

“Quickly!” Antonius orders with more power. His eyes bulged, giving Irene an affirmation to quickly frown.

“Iya pa.” Irene was forced. He waltzed away leaving the man who almost opened his mouth to chant the row of alphabet that until now still awaited.

Irene turned her head back, watching as she began to leave from the stop.

“Hopefully meet him again Lord.” He said, clenching both hands in front of his chest. His head turned 360 degrees, staring at the face of Heaven until it was completely dim from the car window.

...***...

If most people assume that the night was beautiful, for Irene the night was terrible. Instantly his breath seemed abnormal without swallowing sparkling water which he said can reconcile the mind. For him there was a long pause that touched until the sun slowly came from his residence. The pause was tiring, emphasizing anything including emotions, until the caramel chocolate liquid he suspected could close the distance of the night with the dawn was dipped in a portion of the banter.

“Re dong Re. I can see you like this.” Esther drags Irene's still-constant body operating in an alcohol zone, the bar starts to quiet with only a visitor ally and a few servants picking up the remains of the sparkling liquid on the table.

“You know what it's like to not have a mom? Pain nyuk!” Irene slid her hair over the face area, she pointed at Esther with her eyes half open. His mouth was snugly locked, the liquid was completely beyond reasonable levels.

“I know Re, but you don't overdo rich gini dong. Not rich gini how to feed emotions.” Clear water droplets poured down Esther's cheeks, her feelings of caution seeing the state of Irene who almost every night sipped alcohol for the sake of emotional turmoil. The caramel chocolate liquid was often drunk when he remembered about his mother, there was no other effort that could dissolve his heart except to parachute the unclean water.

“If my mama still has Nyuk, surely at this time I am sleeping in the arms of mama.” The look on his face gradually shrunk, occasionally a white foam radiating from the cave of his astonished mouth.

“God never fair. He just leaves happiness to the man he loves, and that man is not me.” His body began to stagger, the caramel brown liquid inside the transparent glass was now slumped irrigating his stupefied skirt to the knee.

No heart is okay after being left. So was the bitter pill he had swallowed for ten years. His soul is dead, never beguiled by the woman whose name is mother.

Antoninus. The man was not strong enough to complete his life which is now growing up. No matter how powerful the middle-aged man is to incarnate his war to become a mother, it still will not be real because it is just a mere ordinance.

“Ahh.” He grimaced as the thick liquid began to penetrate his white skin. His head was no longer perfectly raised, only Esther's shoulder was now a refutation of her body.

“I want to go home.” He said while raising the body with weight. Anthony is his weakness. No matter how he acts on the night world, but he will never dare to leave the house before the sun rises from his dispute.

Five years ago when he was sitting on a blue white bench, Anthony was a coffee and fast food connoisseur in an unnatural ration. Until one day he was rushed to the hospital because of shortness of breath that was too serious, Irene who at that time could not think clearly as if she felt that she would lose her heart jewel for the second time. Luckily good destiny is still siding, Antonius can still sip free air until this moment despite the condition that nothing can crowd the contents of his mind since he was sentenced to pocket a chronic heart.

“Plan-pelan Re.” Esther said while addressing the body of her familiar match. The atmosphere of the caffe was quite lengthened so that it made Esther feel easier to carry the body of Irene who is now powerful.

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