I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 6
Esther placed Irene's heavily one-sided body into the car. The girl was still staunch with her delusions anchored to nature out of nowhere. Boundaries no longer show a normal hit, he is worried that if upon arrival at Irene's house, Antonius will find this. He stuck car gas above average, crossing his tickle at night in Medan City Center.
The streets were completely straight, nothing flashed there except for the two and the motorbike cabal that was boarded by naughty singles their age. Irene who had earlier put her head on the dashboard of the car immediately tried to get up, watching the motorcade of teenage males who were cheering on the highway. I don't know they're too kampungan Irene whispered to her own mind.
30 Minutes passed. Their car had been parked neatly inside the garage of Irene's house. The two breathed a sigh of relief as there was no sign of Antonius being ruffled around the waist on the veranda of the house. The half-century man had never known about his daughter who almost every night plunge into the bar area. How not, Irene came out at seven o'clock in the night and returned when the clock was aiming for the number two, while Antonius had a dream match with his black airland. He always used the pretext of completing group tasks or staying at Esther's house when asked about her departure.
“Plan-pelan Re.” Esther said as she rubbed Irene's body. His rampage, maybe he was tired all night accompanied Irene who was late in the night with her caramel brown liquid zone.
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Cleeks
“Where are you guys from?” Antony's voice shocked the two, he stood straight at the center of the door, looking on an anxious face wrapped in an annoyed look.
Irene was surprised not to play. How could his father who had consistently slept under eleven now stand in front of him. He was in the fog, his eyes were circling for an excuse.
“Ah yes om, sorry yes. I was the one who asked Irene to make a nap at home, but her stomach hurt suddenly, um, then I drove home. Maybe if Irene's home can be calmer.” Esther answered trying to casually cover up her nervousness. He was worried that if Antonius did not believe his words, his heart was pumped faster.
“You sick son?” Suddenly Antony's mimicry changed the empots. He held onto Irene's forehead even though Esther said the sick man was her stomach. This is why Irene misses the affection of her mother so much, Antonius does not know too well to take care of the sick.
The two looked at each other while linking the two eyebrows. They did not expect that Antony would be so easily convinced of Esther's words.
“Iya pa.” Said Irene with a shabby face down. This time he did not need to make a play on his papa because he was not okay because of the alcohol.
“Then so you guys immediately rest in the room ya.” Not taking the initiative to give medicine, Antonius even told the two to nest in the room. What if Irene is really sick? Could have died on Irene's stand because she wasn't given the medicine.
The two did not answer a word. They were immediately struck by Antony's orders, remembering the doubt that their plays would be smelled. But not to mention the three steps they went, Antonius again interrupted the two with a tone up an octave.
“Ah Irene papa forgot.” He said as he breezed toward the sofa, hinting for the two to seep there. “Your bone wife just called papa, she said Kev's bones are hurting hard and papa has to go tomorrow.” Antonius brightened up by shrinking the volume of the sound. It turns out that this is the reason why Antonius was ripped from his sleep, not absolutely because he was waiting for his queen to come home. Bones Kev is the name for Irene's uncle who lives in Bandung, Antonius' only sister.
“Ke Bandung?” Irene asked with great emphasis. His eyes bulged round, what could be the shape of a house without Antonius? Irene was just a lazy girl whose entire homework she put on her papa.
“Iya Re's. You don't mind?”
“Yaudadeh pa, how else.” Pasrah's answer. Actually Irene was also not willing if Antonius had to leave her at home alone considering this room would be empty without the figure of his father. But on the other hand he also understood, the current Kev bones really needed the presence of his single brother for the spirit blazer.
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This morning the sun was shining more clearly than yesterday, no rain will fall or seen the clasping of black clouds and the lightning bolts that split the silence. In every hallway of the complex that began to be illuminated by the sun, there was the sound of the complex biyung-biyung disdain about what food menu they will cook for their families today. Occasionally seen tiny toddlers running around in the yard of his house, they seemed to laugh happily without the slightest burden that was painted on him.
Irene focused her attention on the atmosphere of the complex this morning from behind the open window, her heart was touched to see the harmony of each family in this area. If only the woman was still alive, she would feel the same affection as the other family, or even she already had a sister.
“Pa, we are out looking for breakfast.” Irene shrieked a voice after moving from her spectacle through the bedroom window. He left the room and Esther who was still well in her brief quarrel.
“Pa.” Call Irene once again after she has circulated the view all over the house. The room looked empty, there was no one there.
Irene headed to the front door to take a peek at Antonius, who she assumed was taking care of the bonsai garden in the front yard.
The man wasn't there.
The girl began to fidget, he surrounded the entire house even to the point of offending the very room he entered even though, the warehouse. There is something strange, not usually Antonius out of the house early in the morning without permission.
He half ran, down the yard of his house that can be categorized in broad size. His eyes twinkled round the view at every inch of the area, hoping Antonius was in one of its parts.
But he had not been able to pull a step towards the very back of his house, suddenly his legs stopped after remembering a row of sentences delivered by Antonius through a short message he read in a semi-conscious state after waking up earlier.
Beloved Daddy's
“Darling, sorry papa has to go now. Papa can't wait any longer because Kev's bone pain is getting worse and papa can't bear to wake you who are asleep. See u dear.”
“Yes God. It’s time to alone!” Getirnya while patting his own eel. He turned back around to go to the veranda of his house with the accompaniment of the shadow of Anthony's morning activity around his head. This morning felt lonely, the entire house felt tasteless without the carelessness of the middle-aged man.
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Chequelek
Decit the door sounded when Irene pulled her knob from the outside, this morning she would fill her own stomach without Antonius. Things are very rarely done, but it looks like he has to get used to this for the next few days while waiting for the return of his papa from Bandung.
Irene turned to the right and left upon arrival on the highway, not too many vehicles that were in character considering that today was a weekend day, and people will spend more time with their families in their homes.
It continues to lurch leaving the complex area in which there are no stalls or restaurants to visit. Until in the next second his footsteps stopped in one of the houses that are familiar in the supervision of his eyes. The building is dominated by blue and there is a mango tree in the front courtyard.
The girl in green clothes was stunned briefly, remembering what events had brought her to the building. But his memory had not been collected perfectly, he caught the noise of small children playing on the gazebo of the blue house. His feet seemed to invite to docked even deeper to watch their game, until now he was blown right in front of the boisterous entong-entong unyil who was tidying up small recalcals.
No, they are not playing. There are flocks of different-sized books neatly arranged in a small closet. And those kids, they're not yelling for a fool. All of them gave off something completely absent from his sense of hearing.
Shodaqallahul Adzim
“Aalhamdulillah's. This morning we put up here first yes children, do not forget the study repeated at home.” Hearing that voice suddenly Irene's heart returned to grazing with a low frequency. Instantly his memory again combined that it was the house of the person who had helped him during the incident some time ago. Yeah, there he is. The man who is still alive in his mind.
Irene quickly turned around with the children who started coming down from the gazebo to move back. But he had not had time to lift his legs to disappear from there, the voice of the man interrupting him as if he knew about his presence who was swallowing them.
“What's up?”
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