I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 7

“What's up?” His voice sounded from where Irene was standing. He noticed the woman who from a distance seemed to be worried about being unplugged or staying firm in the place where he was walking.

“A-I didn't accidentally.” He said open his voice. His nose turned turbid, he played the ends of his hair to protect his nervousness.

His feelings were too alarmed because at the same time the man pulled a step closer to him, he locked his eyes tightly, afraid that the same incident while in the park some time ago would be repeated.

“There are things I need to help mbak?” The voice sounded exactly two meters from where he stood. Irene let out a sigh of relief, this time the man actually spoke her guts. He tried to regulate his hunting breath while venturing to face the brown-shelled single. His appearance did not change, just like the moment he saw in the cafe some time ago.

Slowly he began to rub his gaze from the tip of the foot to the face, but suddenly his look was glued to the brown book that was adrift on the chest of the white-coccoed adam. He focused his eyes there, a thick book that was very foreign in his view.

“What's the same Al-qur’an me mbak?” Asked the man who noticed Irene's shot at the thing wrapped in a tap of his arm.

“Al-qur’an?” The mind in the heart. Instantly he realized that the object adrift on the surface of the man's chest was the book of Muslims, something that upheld his existence. In addition, he had also seen Fatimah carrying the book while at school.

No one can guess when the meeting and the separation will take place. Including Irene's meeting with the man in the paradise line. Everything was arranged, like there was an invisible hand that beguiled both of them. Starting from an unexpected meeting at the cafe, the incident that led him to the blue house, their brief conversation at the stop until the two were reunited on the land they are currently tracking. Maybe God has a certain purpose and purpose for everything, whether it be a dream of experience or indeed a journey to unite the two in life in unexpected times.

“Hah? Ah hingga kok.” Irene said after the awakening from her daydream.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, there were only vehicle recalls and the sound of the friction of tree branches that mended the astonishment between them. Amidst the silence that greeted, suddenly Irene's eyes were fixed on the small paper embedded on the sacred object. The thin draw displays a row of black ink that is now breaking into the curiosity that has been buried so far.

Hafizhan Raffa Khairy

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“I-that's your name?” He said it was awkward with the shot of his index finger after seeing the beautiful alphabet scrawled on the white paper.

“Iya, Fizhan.”

Hearing that, Irene's heart seemed to be sprinkled with red flowers from above the Rinjani soil. A happy smile rose on his face, just like the sun rising from the crack of dawn.

“Hi Irene Natalia.” He said sumringah while extending his right hand towards Fizhan. Really, the man really did not ask what was the name of the girl standing before him.

Fizhan did not return the offer. Instead, he cupped his hands together over his chest and smiled a thin smile.

Irene was stunned, analyzing Fizhan's gurgle that she had assumed was a strange man. Next, he played the white sand in the gazebo's courtyard with its own end.

“Where are you going?” Fizhan's question broke Irene's awkwardness. He could have looked properly if Irene was holding back the embarrassment of this incident.

“Search breakfast.” Answer the irit sentence.

“Oh, how about chicken porridge across there? My subscription.”

Irene was surprised not to play Fizhan, indirectly the man invited himself to fasting together. He appeared to roll his eyeballs before finally accepting the offer with 45 spirit.

“Oudah if that's the way behind me yes.” Fizhan said interrupting.

“Why don't you go together Zhan? Or I'm in front, I'm a girl.”

“After aja ya mbak.” Said Fizhan who then drew a step toward Irene.

Irene was stunned as she followed Fizhan's footsteps from behind. He was still not finished with the incident he experienced this morning. Irene quite managed to break her curiosity with the name of the man, but something unexpected dabbled back with her very mysterious attitude to Irene's first impressions. The man was strange, he could be very familiar with the boys earlier but not with Irene, his actions were completely inversely proportional.

All was clumsy, there was no conversation between the two until they set foot in the street's street food stall across the street.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, crowds began to cram at every corner of the bar. Flickering lights as if giving color to those who said blurry will be happy. There, at the elbow bar which is dominated by black, there is a girl who is in the middle of the light above the red barstool. His eye beads circulated, probing all over the bar that shimmered highlighted incandescent light.

Irene. The owner of the hazel eyes was single-sided in the midst of the noise of music. His concentration is settling on the incident he experienced this morning. There was nothing he was remembering from their talk at the location of the stomach filling except the invitation to study together in the gazebo of Fizhan's blue house.

“How may I accept his invitation whereas it is contrary to my teaching. Then, how could I possibly refuse if this is my greatest chance to approach him.” That sentence is still in his head. Indeed, at least he did not expect to be captured in a severe situation like this. His mind was wondering, what if his desire to just know the figure of Fizhan now rotates into love, impossible. He could not have loved an Adam who had a dispute with him.

In the fruits of his mind, he felt as if someone was scouting him from behind. Suddenly he turned his body 360 degrees to the opposite direction. But no, there was no one around. He took a careless step, who knew it was only his shadow. But suddenly

Bugh

His gaze blackened for no reason that he himself did not know why. The area of his eyes seemed to be depressed by objects that have large segments. His body felt squeezed, because at the same time there was a visible figure that clenched his body tightly.

“Damn!” Umpatnya while dismissing the naughty fingers. His eyes dabbled in search of the rioting mastermind. He doesn't like it when someone hits him for no reason.

“Sorry honey. I never visit you for this month. Because I'm focusing on our wedding.” The voice sounded right in Irene's ears along with the large segments that were detached from the twists of her eyes. He looked to the left, exactly where the whisper came from.

And

“S- sam?” Strangle with an octave up. His eyes bought perfect, his heart twitched violently as if playing in a racetrack.

“Ngapain you here!” His ideal again, pushing Samuel's body, which was wrapped in an arm link. The daydream scattered, distracted by the emergence of Sam who had not met him for three weeks more.

“I'm ready for our wedding, baby. After High School graduation, I'll meet your papa.”

“A-what do you mean? Cih!” The bait succeeded in igniting the attention of the entire bar on both. His eyes were heating up, like something was about to come out of there.

Sam did not keep up with a word, he continued to smile watching Irene's increasingly stiffened face.

Realizing the sight of dozens of pairs of eyes towards them, Irene decided to step out of the bar arena, she could not stand the constant right-sidedness with the man, but she did not, after all what people think of him later, they can brand that the big man is his lover.

With a split second he walked towards his car parked in the bar court. His breathing hunts, his heart pauses four times faster.

The unexpected. Along with his hand trying to reach the car door, at that time Samuel's hand grabbed it from behind. Sam appeared with a savage look, he pulled Irene's body to the ground.

“Aww-pain.” Ringis Irene was spontaneous, then rubbed her knee that felt sore. His anger grew even more intense, His heart was completely marred with the treatment of that arrogant single.

Plaques

A hard slap landed perfectly on the surface of Sam's left cheek. He was very surprised by the gap given the position of Irene who had a glimpse of the eyes still below him. His hand reflexively wiped the corners of his lips which were now dripping red liquid. He was flabbergasted, until Irene unknowingly escaped from his supervision.

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