Islam Learning Fasting
24. Him

Islam fell silent while touching the blue tissue. There was no spirit in him. After leaving class, his head was heavy when Ustad Hasim occasionally asked him questions that were not understood by Islam. If you think it feels like Ustad Hasim is favoritism where he just keeps asking Islam without ever asking Ali, for some reason like that.

Now that they're sitting quietly at a dining table, there's a lot of tables here. Already since then the santri in the cafeteria looked at him and also stared at his three best friends who were unceasingly laughing and joking like crazy.

Sarifuddin put a plate of food on the table making Islam and his three friends turned their heads.

"White food!" ali said with a sparkle, his hand intended to reach the plate but was quickly lifted by Sarifuddin.

"It's mine, if you want, we're all queuing up there!" Showing Sarifuddin in a direction makes Islam turn to look at the santri who lined up long while holding a plate.

"If you have to eat? Queue first?" islam asks not to think.

"Iye," answered Saruffuddin whose mouth was already filled with food.

Islam breathes tired, why life in pesantren must be independent. Islam never imagined it would be like this. If at home he will just sit still on the chair while all the food will be prepared by the Rose, his Umi.

Islam turned his head, his intention was to ask his three friends if they would join in line or even not eat but the two eyes of Islam was wide staring at his left and right which were empty, but the two eyes of Islam were wide open, there are no three friends anymore.

"They're all where?" ask Islam to Sarifuddin who casually pointed.

Islam turned to look at Kristian, Abirama and Ali who were seen waiting in line while holding a plate ready to be filled with food.

"Go quickly! It's over!" said Sarifuddin who was still busy chewing.

Hearing that made Islam rise from the red carpet and then step towards the table where the dishes are not far from the queue of hungry students.

Islam who stood behind the santri now shook his head slowly to look at Ali who seized the ranks of one of the santri who could only resign. It was not only Ali who committed the fraud but Kristian and Abirama who seized the queue of the santri. It didn't take long for the three of them to reach the table that had been served with some kind of side dish, I don't know if Islam could see it.

Islam that stands limp without any sense of spirit overtaking or seizing the santri line is now rounding the eyes with an unexpected look at Christianity, Christian, Abirama and Ali were out of line with dishes filled with food.

Islam who saw that it did not want to lose, he quickly stepped into the front row making the santri who was in front of it was uncomfortable making him look at Islam seriously, this time someone did something cheating.

"Why lo? Don't like?" tanya Islam, nyolot make santri it shook his head.

Islam turned his head, he scooped up the white rice and placed it on a plate. The serious Islam with the side dishes on the table was now diverted when he accidentally saw a girl in a pink veil with a black veil covering half of her face and only showing fur black eyes and eyebrows are etched beautifully with natural without any addition from eyebrow pencil. The girl was seen busy pouring sauteed kale vegetables into a container on the dish table.

Islam stepped closer to the side dish that brought her close to the veiled girl whose small body was covered in her large headscarf that covered her chest. His skin was pure white and shiny making Islam not blink in the slightest.

Now the girl stands right in front of Islam separated only by the table of dishes. The black veiled girl stepped away without ever lifting her gaze, if only the veiled girl raised her gaze perhaps she would have seen the unrelenting Islam putting soy sauce eggs on her plate.

Islam sitting on the carpet, putting his plate on the table makes Kristian, Abirama, Ali and Sarifuddin surprised not play. From here it is very clear if Islam does not take eggs as recommended by pesantren, the plate is full of white rice covered with soy sauce eggs.

"Astagfirullah, how many!" sarifuddin.

"You know, Lam, if your son's egg has run out," kristian said with a thick Sundanese accent while laughing grimly and reaching for eggs from the Islamic plate which seemed to occasionally turn towards the table where there are still many who queue.

"Eat him lo kayak I dong," said Ali who grabbed an egg that had been hidden under the white rice.

Sarifuddin.

"If like this can-can santri others not get eggs," said Sarifuddin.

Islam who is still silent is now turning back to try to find the veiled girl who never returned. Islam does not see him anymore.

"Neasily sought!" sarifuddin said that Islam turned to look at Sarifuddin who was seen looking at him with a mocking look, it seems Sarifuddin knows what Islam has been looking for since.

"Don't eat noodles, where's noodles? I didn't see it on the table," Ali said as he lifted his plate.

"Mi what?" sarifuddin did not understand.

"Well, you said there was noodles!"

Sarifuddin was silent for a moment and shook his head while smiling to make his trademark smile look again.

"That's an extra word from Bugis's sentence" he explained.

"So not food?" tanya Ali with a flat face expressionlessly made Sarifuddin nod.

"Lo language," he regretted feeding his mouth with food.

"Not to be sought!"

Islam was surprised, he quickly turned to look at Sarifuddin.

"You mean?"

"He only appeared once just to fill the vegetable kale."

Islam drew closer to its seat, excited by what Sarifuddin had just said.

"Kok you know?"

"In that case, I can only see him twice a day even if he pours kale vegetables" he explained.

Islam nodded then looked back to the direction where he had last seen the veiled girl.

Now the atmosphere became quiet, they were all busy with food except Islam who was busy looking for the figure of the veiled girl.

"Din!" the whispers of Islam made Sarifuddin look on.

"Lo know the girl whose mouth is closed?"

"That's veil!"

"Oh, well, how do I know, but you know that, right?"

Sarifuddin was silent for a moment and whispered, "He is Khadijah Ukhti."

"He's Ustad Hasim's son, do we know iftad Hasim? That's what taught us in class."

Islam nodded, How could he forget the fat man.

"Well he's the youngest son of ustad Hasim, the most bontot. Ustad Hasim had three children, two women and one man, and Khadijah was the last."

Islam nodded, his gaze so serious.

"She is beautiful, really beautiful and sholeha."

"Have you seen his face?"

Sarifuddin.

"How do you know she's beautiful?" ask Islam.

"Just look at her eyes, her eyes have shown that she is beautiful."

"He is special and special."

"She was the ideal wife of the students, she was kind, if she spoke so softly just like baby porridge and she always looked down when talking to men."

"She was shy exactly like the daughter's leaf was shy but this one had no durin."

"He is the 30 juz poultice of the Qur'an, but his dream is nothing short of it."

"Well beautiful," amazed by the sparkling face while on one side of Islam was silent, he turned back to the table of dishes that really did not show the girl anymore.

Where's she?

Where's the veiled girl ?

Where's she?

.....

He's Khadija!