I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 71
The long holiday is not over yet. The grey white retired boy was busy preparing this and that file to welcome the college exam. The rest, for those who have not received the sustenance to connect the education, are increasingly working diligently. I hope one day I will taste my college chair. But at least, if it does not work, they have recorded history that they did not race for a wedding bench when they finished school.
“We will be different campus Re,” Aisyah sipping the last remaining orange. Hot weather like this is most suitable if enjoyed with fresh drinks so.
“Tak what. Anyway we always meet somewhere else,”
“Why don't you enter our campus alone?” this time the shady man chimed in. The blue tent that was pierced by the sunlight, made his face slightly reddish.
“Yes, I'm not I-eh,” just barely got that statement out. As quickly as possible Irene closed her mouth so as to make the snack that was lodged in there swallowed round and round.
“Eh uh, why are you?” Aisyah patted Irene's shoulder repeatedly. He thought that Irene would be easier to breathe oxygen.
After all felt safe enough, the man again asked a question.
“What did you say?”
“Ehm no,” Irene exclaims short. At other times, the girl should be more careful if she wants to talk.
The blue tent stalls became their preferred place to hang out this time. Fizhan had invited the two girls to sit in the cafe. But rejected on the grounds “bored in that place-that's it”.
“Oh yes Shah,” Fizhan turned to look at his little sister. “Fatimah asked where I was,”
“Fatimah at that time..” Aisyah paused her sentence. His eyes were wary of Irene who glanced at the two seriously.
“Iya,” Fizhan who understands where the direction of his sister's conversation was contact assures. He also refused to endure such a situation. Afraid that suddenly Irene would ask.
Two weeks after the incident between Fizhan and Fatimah, the man told Aisyah everything. With the record he had to promise not to tell his parents aka Uncle and Aunt Fizhan. Humped-up instead of playing the big hooded girl heard the story from her own brother.
“You what is he?” again Aisyah held back a laugh.
“Entahlah. Should I answer?”
“Ya. Who knows it is important,” Fizhan nodded his head, then he immediately touched back the screen as wide as the palm of the hand.
Irene. Where's fatimah? Is Fatimah his classmate? If it was, the girl did not dare to take a longer sitting position in that place. I don't know what would happen if Fatimah found out she was with the two men with a veil wrapped in her head.
“I came home first yes,” he finally gave up.
“Loh, why?”
“I have to accompany my Papa at home,” Irene was forced to lie. Indeed, this afternoon Antonius must be outside.
“Why to be accompanied, sick?” Fizhan guessed the origin, who was then immediately given a nod by Irene.
Too bad, their meeting is still fairly anom in this place. The hazel-eyed woman opened her motorcycle position facing the streets quickly. He did not know where Fatimah was at the moment. It could be a few seconds later that boy shows up.
And it's true. One minute after Irene's departure, Fatimah came.
“Fizhan,” a soft voice makes a pair of people who are busy chatting suddenly silent.
“Wah, fast once.”
The girl approached. He was rewarded by a sumringai smile from Aisyah.
“I just want to give this,” he exclaimed while lifting a light brown square object.
Fizhan continued to pay attention without flinching. Later, Fatimah offered the box.
“Iya,” the girl left. But before he actually left, his head turned back. “Sorry, for last time,”
Fizhan did not answer. He is still always a box-holder statue under the tent. Let Fatimah go nowhere. A moment later, Aisyah nudged him and made him return to the real world.
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The slim-bodied woman continued to hold the phone while biting her lower lip. The number of foreign men who had met him in the park, was still stored neatly in the flat object.
“I'm curious once,” murmured in heart.
A few days back, his work only saw four rows of letters up there. The feeling of arrogance is increasingly struggling, especially when it is too thin as if it does not care. He really wanted that information.
Long Esther pecked, until her courage suddenly appeared. Pressing the phone logo, shortly after ringtones are heard in the ears.
Five seconds, ten seconds, the phone call was unanswered.
“Is he busy? Ah, I'm so sorry,” again the girl cursed her stupidity.
The day after that incident, Esther no longer contacted Alan until this moment. The skinny man often asked about what was happening through the air message. But Esther did not answer. He just wants some truth, before his love for Alan deepens. Therefore, he better find out first through Dian. Nor will it be accepted outright. There are still many things to prove before deciding on something.
In the middle of his daydream, the flat object trembled long. His eyes were rounded, and instantly found the name of the caller above the screen.
Dian.
“Ah, thank goodness. Finally you called me too,” Ester breathed a sigh of relief.
“Halo,” heard the typical hoarse voice of the man across there.
“Are you busy?” Esther asked in a cautious tone.
“My work has just been done. What's up?”
“I just want to hear the continuation of your story yesterday,”
“Oh, hahahah.” deafening thunderous voice Ester. “kukkut think you don't care about my words, Miss.”
“When can we meet?” the woman didn't return Dian's taunts. Informations. That's all he wants right now.
“I have to find hard evidence to make you believe. It's funny that my mouth is bubbly explained, but in the end you just think it's a joke,” Dian is getting serious. This time there was no more such joke.
Ester. After all, if the evidence was indeed true, then he would not have to bother with gathering information anymore. His heart felt faster. Not ready if Dian's words, true.
“Good. But, I don't want to wait long,” Esther intervention. Huh, don't know yourself once. He needed answers, he forced them.
Deheman's voice was heard from across the street. Shortly after, the connection was severed without permission. That certainly made Esther upset, but she could not be angry either. There was something he had to get from Dian immediately.
“Alan. What if you really used me?” a shadow of the skinny man's face hung inside Esther's head.
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