I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 9
Irene walked fast toward a pair of people with torn bread that was being held in the hands of both. Uh! How foolish was that pitch-black-haired virgin. What purpose does he serve them? Requesting clarification? What is it important?
Who's he!
Brain shrimp! Unfortunately, he only mute face-to-face with two humans who are half a meter from his face.
“Irene.” Shocked woman who is currently the object of jealousy hazel-eyed girl.
Irene was surprised, how could this long veil know her name while they had never been acquainted.
“You know my name?” He asked as he scrunched his forehead. I don't know, maybe he had forgotten the original purpose of having them.
“Iya, because Fizhan once told me about ka-“
“Um no!” The man who had just been named was wiping from the left. He flinched, his face stiffened for a moment after the girl next to him gave off a line of words that were haram for him to say.
“Aisyah let's go home, don't you have to teach anymore?” The connection while giving code to Aisyah to immediately move from that place.
He set foot with all the clear seeds that irrigate the area of his forehead. Uh! He was completely wrong this time. What's with that sentence?
“Eh wait-wait.” Shouted Irene who was currently five meters behind. Wretch! How outrageous they left him alone in the streets.
“Your name is Aisyah?” He floated his index finger right in front of the thin-lipped girl whom he assumed to be Fizhan's lover.
Aisyah just nodded her omen yes. Then they passed by leaving Irene with a million question marks milling around in her head.
What was Aisha going to say ?
Why is Fizhan such a frightened person ?
And why did they leave him alone here ?
But in the next moment …
“Eh Fizhan, Your wallet fell nih”
“Ah shit! They are far”
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At that time Irene's watch showed at 17:30 WIB. The sun seems to be getting clearer leaving himself who is currently in front of the house. The virgin seemed to be weighing something, her right hand was scattered on the leg in unison with her bead eyes that scattered to and fro.
“Antar aja.” Mumbled wailing. It passed shortly after removing the motor from the garage, splitting the afternoon fanfare in Medan City.
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10 Minutes in
He had landed in a house where he had once lay unconscious in it. As usual, the area of the building is always pestered by the sound of children gathered to teach.
There, in the corner of the gazebo. A man with a black skullcap and a light blue cocoa shirt was chanting something that this time really cooled Irene's heart. He was confused, listening to every actual chant he also did not know what exactly it was. Until the next few seconds…
“Bapak.”
“There are brothers who see us tuh.”
“Ih! Her brother smiles himself rich madman ahahaha”
Screaming of a child with a puffed up body who apparently caught the figure of Irene in front of the fence. He chuckles with satisfaction over the plunge, occasionally holding his distended stomach so as not to puff up and down.
Irene who was surprised by that just pulled her motor straight from the center of the gate, turned on the engine and began to pull the gas rope fast. But before he actually planted his vehicle…
“Wait.” Shouted Fizhan from across the gazebo. He waved his hand forward, giving the code so Irene wouldn't move.
“Sorry, what are you doing mbak?” He asked after successfully linking the distance with the moss-green hoodie girl.
Irene was stuck, now Fizhan was only two meters away from where he stood.
“A-a-I just want to go back. It fell down when you left.” He answered while taking out an old brown wallet from his pants pocket. Oh, that's Fizhan's wallet, maybe he didn't realize he had dropped that rectangular object this afternoon.
“Thank you very much yes mbak I really-gener gor if this wallet falls.”
“Do not call mbak, I am not mbak-mbak. Call me Irene or Re.” He folded his hands over his chest, feeling less pleased with the title “mbak” arranged by Fizhan.
“Keep if not mbak-mbak what dong? Aunty?
“Hah? What the hell are you!” Dumbstruck. The pointed-nose girl was so stunned when she heard the words of the man standing before her. Since when can this man joke, his lead is in the heart.
“Ohiya, join us yuk.” Fizhan directs his neutrals to the gazebo and the children there. Previously he had indeed offered to pay together every afternoon in this house. Counting adds to the teaching staff, he thought.
Miris.
Unfortunately, he doesn't know who Irene is. Let alone to read al-Qur’an, even their beliefs are different.
On the other hand, Irene also did not want to waste the golden opportunity presented by Fizhan. When else he could meet with adam who became the victim of this curious. Irene slowly started following Fizhan to the gazebo, sitting in the row of girls and waiting for them to finish their studies. At the moment Fizhan has not demanded him to join because this is the first time Irene visited their assembly. Let's just look around first, he said.
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The clock hand precisely aimed at the number six. The children began to go home to each other.
Dusk, that's what people usually say to describe it as in the afternoon. Sunlight blazing in the western path of the horizon accompanied by clouds whose unpatterned formations form a line that looks artistic and seductive.
“Ula go home first yes sir, Assalamualaikum.” A young girl links her tiny finger to the back of Fizhan's hand, kisses him and then a ridge runs to the side of the road.
At this time the gazebo state has been deserted. There's only Irene, Fizhan and some plastic waste leftover from the ucul-purul.
“Every afternoon we are always here for njai. Ma'am can you start tomorrow help me to teach here? Uh sorry, I mean Re” said Fizhan dilute the atmosphere. Now he took a distance of two meters to the right of Irene.
“What! Njai?” The girl's eyes were perfectly rounded. What dream was he yesterday? Uh! He felt trapped in the lion's den.
“I-iya. Wh why? Something wrong?” Cheltuk Fizhan is confused. Paras Irene stiffened, even greater than the situation in which she met Samuel at the time. Fizhan fixed his forehead, waiting for the answer from the girl beside him.
“Ta-but a-I gabisa naji”
Hearing that answer suddenly Fizhan swallowed his saliva violently. He was very happy with Irene. Did his parents never teach him religion?
Ah Fizhan's.
If only he knew the truth.
“Yasudah, if so every afternoon and Sunday morning you please come here. God willing I myself will teach you to pay. Ohiya one more, the veil must be made yes. It's not funny if his hair is scattered so” Single it brings a smile. Hopefully this is part of Jariyyah's reward for her, yes even though she doesn't know the real facts.
The whistling of doves and the whirling of the breeze snatched the green foliage of anom. Thus are painted signs of nature that are full of perfection in the flow of symphony universe, moving rhythmically like natural traditions.
“Yaudah I'm back first, it's late afternoon too.” Timpal Irene after finished considering something in her mind. He looked sullen, occasionally his snorting breath cupped violently.
“Iya, I also want to go to kok” mosque
Both of them came out of the blue house area and then passed by a different route.
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As the night unfurled the bland began to feel, there was no one here. The lady who owns the white house is relaxing on her balcony. Only the snoring of the night crickets became his lonely companion at this time. The cold air of gelita almost pierced to the bone. He looked up at the sky, as if there was a shadow of his mother up there.
Ting nong ting nong
The bell tolled from the bottom to disperse his reverie. He looked over from the top, a man in a black shirt carrying a medium-sized white plastic. Rarely does anyone stop by her house these nights.
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