Islam Learning Fasting
29. First Fasting

Islam yawned widely while stretching both hands up enjoying the view from the balcony. Below there are some santri who are wandering around holding a broom, it looks like they are cleaning the boarding house area. Islam does not understand why they are not sleepy. After the dawn prayers they all did not sleep anymore and immediately sat in front of his Qur'an in the meantime....

Islam looked back at Kristian, Abirama and Ali who were still sleeping on his bed. Islam took a deep breath and stepped into the room and sat on the bedside. Islam for a moment fell silent, what is the Rose doing now? Is he okay?

"Cigarette yuk!" take Ali who has awoken from her sleep.

"Maybe?" asked Abirama who was still half conscious.

"No, ask the experts!" pinta Abirama after seeing Sarifuddin opened the door of the room.

"What's wrong?"

Sarifuddin stepped closer to his closet and took off his cocoon.

"Say if we are smoking fast is off or not?" ask Abirama.

"Cancel," he answered briefly.

"Well but aren't the cigarettes eaten, the time is off?" the argument does not accept.

"But the cigarette goes in the mouth, right?"

Ali fell silent, his mind now remembering a cigarette.

"Yes," he replied briefly with a flat face without expression.

"Why do we breathe or not?"

Ali fell silent again and replied, "Yes."

"That's the answer."

Ali furrowed his brows then looked towards Islam who now shook his head not understanding.

"But it's not eaten" he argued again.

Sarifuddin let out a long sigh, he fell silent to look at Ali who was still not accepted with his opinion.

"If you want more details, you can immediately ask Haji kiyai!" his suggestion.

"Well that's the name of looking for trouble" said Ali then lay his body on the mattress.

Islam who had been silent since then now rose from his bed and he stepped closer to Christians who were still asleep.

"Christian!" call him.

"Emm," he said.

"Where are you?" ask Islam.

"That's downstairs!" Show it with your eyes still closed.

Islam looked down at the black bag on the floor not far from the closet. Islam does not understand why Christians do not put their clothes in the closet and leave them in the bag. Islam opened Christian's backpack and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and got up and walked over.

"Where are you going?" asked Ali who quickly got up from her bed.

"Smoking," he replied casually and then stepped out.

"Wait!!! I'm coming!!!" ali shouted and ran.

Not wanting to miss Abirama and Kristian who was still half conscious was running out of the room leaving Sarifuddin who was wide in shock.

"Astaghfiullah!!! The poem will be off!!!" shouted Sarifuddin who stood at the door while staring at Islam, Christianity, Abirama and Ali who never stopped his steps.

"Don't!!! God will be angry!!!" shouted again.

Sarifuddin poked his lips with a look of uneasy face.

"I have to tell Haji kiyai, sir" he said and ran away.

...****...

Islam removed a cigarette from its packaging after distributing it to Christians, Abirama and Ali. After spending time to go around the boarding house looking for a good place and away from the crowd then they decided to smoke in the back of the mosque.

"Where's korek?" ask Ali.

...***...

Sarifuddin ran hastily across the field with a glove that almost sagged even Sarifuddin had to hold the top of the scabbard so as not to be released. The santri who was busy cleaning it now looked at Sarifuddin with a confused face.

"What happened to him?" whispered santri who was holding a broom.

"Maybe he wants to defecate" guessed the other santri.

...***...

"It's a hell of a lot!" islamic Pinta poked a match at Ali.

Ali smiled happily while licking his lips, he had not smoked all day.

"Our fast is not?" asked Abirama who looked worried.

"Lo cigar, dog! You are not Islam so even if you fast, your fast will not be accepted," explained Ali who is ready to light the match.

"Who is the same?" ask Abirama.

"Lord" replied Ali.

"Who was this God? Your God or my God?" ask Abirama.

Ali smacked her lips in annoyance. I don't know why it feels like Ali's best friend this one wants him to hit his head with a wooden block.

"Lord Sarifuddin!" the answer.

...***...

Sarifuddin knocked on the surface of the door slowly and nervously although he was eager to break down the door in order to meet Abah Habib as quickly as possible before Islam and his three companions completely quashed his fast.

"Assalamualaikum! Kiyai sir!" call him in a soft tone.

"Who's looking?" asked someone while touching Sarifuddin's shoulder who quickly turned his head.

"Eh sir ustad Akbar, Assalamualaikum pak ustad," his broom then grabbed Akbar's hand and kissed him.

"Waalaikumsalam, what's wrong?" tanya Akbar while patting Sarifuddin's shoulder which was still short of breath.

"That's..em kiya sir is there?"

"It's inside."

"I'd like to see you, if so?"

"May but for what?" asked Akbar who looked smiling.

Sarifuddin squeezed the tip of his cocktail shirt with a nervous feeling, did he just tell this to Akbar?

"What's wrong?" ask Akbar.

"That.em... Islam!" sarifuddin said making Akbar's smile fade from his lips.

Sarifuddin ran in haste while holding the end of the scabbard that was almost sagging while Akbar followed behind.

"Islamic Clay?" sarifuddin asked the santri who was sweeping on the edge of the building.

Santri stopped his activities while looking at Sarifuddin with a confused face.

"Islamic?" his tanyanya made Sarifuddin nod.

"Oh yes, I saw."

"Where?" tanya Sarifuddin was happy.

"I'm Islamic" he replied as he touched his chest making Sarifuddin's smile vanish from his lips.

"Sarifuddin!" call Akbar make Sarifuddin turn his head.

"Islam is behind the mosque" Akbar said then ran away from Sarifuddin who was now shocked.

...****...

Islam lit his match and started burning the tip of his cigarette which had now been lit. Islam brought the tip of the cigarette closer to the tip of his lips preparing to smoke a cigarette that he had slipped on his finger.

"Islam!!!" yelled Akbar who quickly hit the hand of Islam until a cigarette that was still burning fell to the ground.

Both eyes of Islam rounded then he turned to look at Akbar who looked so angry at him with both eyes sharp.

In the same place Ali who was still holding his cigarette was quickly hiding a cigarette that was still burning in his pants pocket. No matter if it's hot or not.

"This is for you" said Abirama, who quickly put a cigarette into the palm of a shocked Christian.

Akbar looked at Islam, Kristian, Abirama and Ali with his sharp gaze making the four now silent like statues.

"From antum!!!" yelled Akbar who then pulled the collar of Islam violently.