Islam Learning Fasting
42. Veils

"Y!!! Islam longuuuu!!!" shouts Islam as loud as possible, taking his longing out by shouting.

Islam laughed and made Khadijah laugh. Islam sighed then smiled, he closed his eyes while stretching out his hands enjoying the breath of fresh wind that hit his face.

"How's it?"

Islam looked back at Khadijah who was already sitting on the bench. Islam smiled and then sat down even though their benches were different and some distance away.

"Lumayan." Islam nodded.

The atmosphere is now quiet. None of them spoke. Islam occasionally glanced at every inch of the beauty of Khadijah's eyes which were seen staring at the scenery ahead there.

"May I ask?" tanya Islam makes Khadija look at Islam for a moment and then look back towards the beautiful mountains like paintings.

"Ask what? About Umi Khadijah?"

Islam shook his head, "No," he replied.

"Then?"

"Why do you wear mouth coverings?" tanya Islam pointed towards the black veil that covered half of Khadijah's face.

"This?" asked Khadijah who was holding the end of his veil.

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's a veil."

"Racons?" tanya Islam sok did not know when Sarifuddin had told him first.

Islam just wants Khadijah to speak, Khadijah's soft voice sounds beautiful.

Khadijah smiled behind his veil.

"This is the best way to distance a man's gaze from a girl who is not kosher to him."

"meaning?"

"As you do."

Islam scratched behind his ears with an uncomfortable feeling. Is Khadijah offending him now? Since then Islam has continued to look at Khadijah without stopping.

Islam now turned its eyes to look the other way.

"So including me?" ask Islam.

"Yes" he answered.

"My mother also wears a headscarf but she doesn't wear a veil and she's also Muslim as much as you."

Khadijah.

"Do all Muslim women have to wear a veil?" ask Islam.

"Only some people do it" Khadijah replied.

"Then why do you wear a veil if Muslim women can also not wear a veil?"

"A woman who wears a veil is only a woman who is aware that beauty cannot always be displayed by many people to invite the lust of a man."

"What beauty? Face?" ask Islam exactly like a child who asks his mother.

"Verily it is the woman who was created the longest because Allah created her as beautiful as possible."

"Khadija is grateful to be created into a woman so that Khadijah takes care of her by keeping aurat and using a veil" he explained.

Islam was silent. Islam is inexhaustible and he really did not expect if there is a girl like Khadijah.

Islam is still silent, he is still busy with his thoughts that collide with the words Khadijah.

"Why?" ask Khadijah.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Daughter?" ask Khadijah.

Islam nodded.

"Khadija was a Muslim so Khadija never dated" he replied.

"But I'm also a Muslim and I'm dating."

"Because Islam does not yet understand about religion" replied Khadijah.

Islam averted his gaze then scratched his non-itchy head. This veiled girl seems smart so she is able to answer all the questions she gives.

"Can I see your face?" ask Islam.

Khadija was so shocked after hearing the question of Islam that he did not show Islam, he hid it.

"For what?"

"Well, look at it" he replied.

"A veiled woman only opens her veil in front of her husband."

"You mean the only one who can see your face is your husband?"

Khadijah.

"Have married?"

"Not yet" he answered, who bowed.

"You want to marry me?" tanya Islam made Khadijah shocked.

Khadija rose from the bench making Islam look up.

"You?" ask Islam.

"Akhi Islam could have married Khadijah but one question Khadijah."

"What?" ask Islam.

Khadijah turned and stepped up to make Islam rise from the bench.

"Wait!"

Khadijah's steps stopped and he looked up but his eyes looked down as if he did not want to look at Islam.

For a few seconds Islam recalled what Sarifuddin had said about Khadijah.

Khadijah always kept his eyes and always looked down when talking to the opposite sex.

Try to see Islam first! How could this face without a bloody one be ignored like this by a girl.

"We haven't met."

Islam extended its hand towards Khadijah asking to be held.

"My name is Islam Ramadan, 22 years old and I-"

"Abah Habib's grandson" Khadija cut off.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself, too?" ask Islam who still extends his hand.

"The name of ana Khadijah" he answered, and went to distance himself from Islam.

"Wait!" The Islamic resistance brought Khadijah's steps to a halt.

"You don't want to touch my hand? Salaman?" ask Islam.

Khadija turned to look at Islam who looked smiling while moving his fingers ready to be held.

"It's not that easy" he replied, then he stepped away from Islam who seemed to be smiling.

Islam looked at his palm and laughed.

"What's? Do you want him to touch you? Don't worry about lo!" his taunts hit his fingers.

"Crazy, I could also turn out to be talking to me you, hahaha," the Islamic laughter then took a deep breath.

...***...

Islam whistled leisurely entering his room leaving Sarifuddin wide in shock and quickly rising from his bed. He stared at the shock of Islam until Islam was really at his bedside.

"That's why? How bloody?" sarifuddin asked as he touched his own forehead.

Islam who heard it immediately felt his forehead and felt if the blood had dried up.

"This was the time of the scene of the block in the previous episode," replied Islam made Sarifuddin gawk.

"What episode?" ask Sarifuddin.

"The episode of my life is full of suffering" he replied as he grabbed a towel from the closet.

"Where are you going?" sarifuddin asked as Islam turned its back on him.

Islam turned his head, looking at Sarifuddin 45 degrees.

"You take a shower" he answered.

The steps of Islam are now restrained and he turned to look at Sarifuddin with a happy face.

"Lo knew that? Who am I meeting?" ask Islam while raising his eyebrows and then smile.

"Who are you meeting?"

"Take a guess dong!"

Sarifuddin was speechless with a flat face. "Origin?"

"Kok Ali anyway? No intention I want to meet the boy, he's busy taking care of his pregnant girlfriend."

"Keep who?"

"Khadija," he replied with a proud expression.

"Ukti Khadijah?" tanya Sarifuddin did not believe in making Islam raise both eyebrows.

"Why can I meet you?"

"Ye kepo lo, ah I want to take a shower," break up Islam and then step away.

Islam's move came to a standstill as he stared at Khadijah, who was seen standing opposite Rahman in front of Abah Habib's room.

Their distance was not close but somehow Rahman seemed so deep looking at Khadijah who looked down. From here Islam can see the talkative Rahman and Khadijah who looks nodding.

One that Islam has in mind, what do they do and what did Rahman say to Khadijah?

"It was Ustad Rahman" said Sarifuddin who now stands beside Islam while looking at Rahman and Khadijah.

"Gue tau" replied Islam ketus.

Now that Islam was silent, both eyes stared intently at them.

"Ustad Rahman really likes Ukti Khadijah."

Islam glances cynically.

"Kok you know?"

"Everyone knows it too. Several times I saw them meet and that Khadijah also often get gifts from Ustad Rahman."

"He took?"

"Well sure. No one can refuse the gift of a young ustad like Ustad Rahman."

"Ah shut up!!!" the clashing of Islam angrily made Sarifuddin gasp in shock.

Islam blurted his lips and then stepped away making Sarifuddin turn his head.

"Where are you going?"

"Hell!!!" shout Islam.