I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 54
“Hihihi.” Sam was grim but I don't know what's funny. His eyes flashed across the entire house Aisyah was looking for the head of the family.
“You want what!” The voice of the long hooded woman was heard again. Her face was sour, it was never sweet to meet Sam.
“I just want to play.”
“Abi and Umi are not at home.”
“Ohya? Because as I recall the last time you lied about this, too.”
“Ck! It's up to you not to believe.”
Bugh!
Aisha closed the door of the house tightly. He was upset, somehow seeing Sam's face made his nausea become so.
“Hey why are you closing?”
“You rejected guests?”
“Haloooo.”
Tok to tok.
“Okay alright I will wait here until you open the door.”
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A girl was sitting in her study chair scribbling something on paper. A little happy because the pain in his groin has disappeared in the last two days. He had wanted to see a doctor because the pain continued at that time but the intention was confined because now the pain was gone.
You stupid idiot!
“Eum why do I suddenly remember Alan?” Esther massaged her right temple. His eyes looked at the clock on the table, eight o'clock.
Not wanting to linger struggling in longing, finally the girl took her cellphone lying on the bed. Meeting with Alan would be a suitable longing solution, perhaps.
Tuuut tuuut.
“Halo.”
“Oh dear you finally lift too.”
“Iya what's wrong?”
“I miss you.”
“Then?”
“Gosh! Are you having amnesia?” Esther frowned. It's not usually Alan to behave like this.
“Why baby?”
“Did you forget that we miss what to do?”
“Ah yes-yes, meet right?”
“That knows!”
“Sorry honey for this week I haven't been able to see you.”
The deg! Esther's eyes warmed up as if something was coming from inside.
“Why?"
“Oh really I have a lot of business.”
“Heum don't you miss me?”
“Of course. But how else?”
Ck! So upset. What business to meet the goods for a moment can not be? Alan is not a State official, so there is no way to make it impossible to go anywhere.
Esther thought hard for a moment. Want to anchor himself to where he is for the next seven days? To Irene's house? Uh! He was still upset by the past events. After all, the concoction was strange, somehow suddenly became an adult.
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Late night invites the moon to rise higher to the center of the sky. It's great if this condition is brought to sleep plus a blanket while playing music. Aisyah headed to the tail of the house to turn off the kitchen lights and into the room. His parents haven't come home yet, maybe in two or three hours.
“Ohiya my shoes are still outside.” He said while patting the jidat.
People in the city said it was scary. Many thieves, robbers, begal or similar with these words. And it's true, nothing can be left outside even if only a pair of shoes may even be smaller than that.
Aisyah pulled the door knock and began to pull a step into the veranda section. But how surprised the girl did not see what was in the place of the footprints.
“Astagfirullahaladzim.” His hands were clinging to the surface of his chest. “Why are you still here?”
Wh who?
Who was there?
“It's been ten and a half hours and you haven't left yet? What were you doing earlier in my house huh?”
“Awaits you to open the door.”
“How many times should I say that my parents are not at home.”
“What's wrong?”
Aisyah. Instantly his mind anchored to the man who was waiting for an answer from him. Sam's different, they're not the same. And maybe the leafy sidekick doesn't know about this.
“OK alright.” The dara raised her voice again. “Sorry before but in my religion is not allowed someone who is not a mahram to visit the house of others who no one but himself.”
“Means?” Sam's sharp wry.
“You don't understand?”
“No.”
“I mean no one should be alone with a person who is not from his own family or who is commonly referred to by the word mahram.”
“Why?”
“Because when a pair of non mahram humans chat alias both-duaing then it will create its own attraction for both. And it is feared that things will happen that are not desirable.”
“You mean pervert?”
“Yes for Sam! My race you must not mention that word. Ah you just go, I think you're crazy!” Aisyah suddenly pitam. Sam can discuss things as sensitive as that with a girl he just met.
“Who says can't do that?”
“Allah ku.”
A blush!
Sam was mute in place. It seems like this time he replaced the clumsy, the man could not answer let alone do anything. About the teachings who can oppose.”
“You come in and leave me alone here.”
“Make what else?”
“Entah Syah, I feel very comfortable in your home.” Sam leaned his body against the wooden chair he had been sitting on.
“I think you have your own home as a resting place.”
“Apply if in it I am only a.”
“Means?”
“Eum can I tell you?”
Oh my God. Is this not wrong? Why did the two men's quarrel suddenly turn into a curse? Especially that Sam! Since when can he be open to others? Like something's wrong.
The woman who heard his forehead suddenly folded, she became confused herself. But come to think of it there's no harm in listening to Sam's story.
“OK a minute.”
Bugh!
The door was closed even this time. Next Aisyah opened the window curtain near the doorway, from behind here she could clearly see Sam's body still faithful on the carved wooden chair of her late grandfather.
Sam on the porch and Aisha behind her window.
“Hey what do you want to do?”
“I just avoided something bad.”
“You mean we'll chat via a window like this?”
“Iya.”
Sam chuckled amusedly, looking at Aisyah funny as well. The man no longer concerns everything related to physical distance because on the other hand he also appreciates anything that the woman has applied since the first.
“Then what? I really don't want to linger.” The girl interrupts from behind the iron bars of the window of the house.
“I do have a home but basecamp is my main place.”
“Why?”
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