Love Johanna
Section 5

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 5...

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"Hijaiyah?"

"Well, that's what I mean!" hatch Hanna back. "What is the term for learning to pronounce hijaiyah correctly, Mas?"

"The letters."

"Oh, is that it? Not tajwid?"

"Kalo tajwid it's the law how to read the verses of the Qur'an. Kayak idgham, idzhar, ikhfa, iqlab, qalqalah kubro and sugro, mad thabi'i and mad far'i. Well, mad far'i itself is divided into more like, which amounts to 14 types. Muttasil, Jaiz Munfashil, Lazim Mutsaqqal Kilmi, among others."

"A lot, Mas," said Hanna confused. But deep down, it was very praising the wealth of religious knowledge owned by Ravi. It was even one of the things that caused the two of them to seem familiar like that. The girl had a place to ask questions about her new religion, Islam.

Ravi just smiled faintly at Hanna's words just now. "Indeed, Han, one of the ways Allah guarantees the purity of the Qur'an. Maybe, yeah. It's just my personal argument, anyway."

Hanna mangosteen. But the topic of their impromptu conversation that morning, it reminded him of the question that often crossed his mind. "Eh, Mas Ravi …."

"Hmmm?"

"You ask, here. Can you?"

"ask. I often say, if I knew I would answer. Beyond my ability, God willing I will help you to find another answer as expert."

"He-he …." Hanna pokes a little. "This is Mas, related to the language of the Qur'an."

"Yes? Continues to?"

Several times Ravi jerked his feet from the pain of aching since earlier. Standing sculpted from the beginning came until now.

Hanna continued her question, "The Qur'an is Arabic. As I explained earlier, there are separate rules for saying or reading the verses of the Qur'an. Well, the Arabs themselves are certainly ... not all of them embrace Islam, right?"

"Yes, really. Continues to?"

"Well, continue ... about those who are not Muslims earlier, can not read the Qur'an? Do they understand the Qur'an? How to read their Qur'an will make tajwid science too?" There were many questions asked by Hanna, so that Ravi did not realize she shook her head.

"Masyaa Allah .." said the man with a proud smile. "I usually can't stand it the least when Sarah starts acting chatty. But when there is someone who is pranky because of thirst for curiosity, especially in matters of religion, most not ... it is not wrong 'kan if I just feel happy? He-he."

"I'm chatty, Mom?"

"Eh, that's not what he meant, Hanna," Ravi said hurriedly verifying his remarks earlier. "I mean .. nagging and raspy it's something different meaning, even if it's done in a similar way."

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Suddenly someone's voice came out. It comes from Hanna's contract. Of course, if not Inspiration, who else?

"Ilham?" ravi asked Hanna about the owner of the cough just now.

"Yes, Mas" replied the girl looking indifferent and hoping that the question was answered soon.

"He's still inside?" ask Ravi again in wonder. 

"Yes." Yeah."

"For what? Didn't she just say she wanted to do her mother's dirty laundry?"

"Indeed. So why?"

"Certain ... My question was 'how?"

Ravi thought for a moment, then replied, "God willing, if I have time, I will answer."

"When?" hanna was a little disappointed.

Answer the man, "Yaaa .. when we meet again. Hopefully. God willing."

"Hhmmm," said the narrow-eyed girl.

"Sekalian ..." added Ravi before leaving the place, "I also search for religious books related to your question earlier."

"Seriously?"

"God willing."

"All right, Mas Ustadz. Thank you for the visit and the breakfast," said Hanna as she lifted the package of food given by Ravi earlier. "May we get to Mas Ustadz's place of work safely."

"Aamiinu. Thank you, my sister Hanna," said Ravi not to lose a joke. "Hanna's sister went to college today, right?"

"Entar noon, Mas Ustadz," the girl timpal accompanied by her smile, thus further narrowing the eyelid area. "This morning I'm an ordinary kayak. He-he."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Someone likes to help, really."

"The kid? Inspiration?"

Hanna nodded, croaking. Welcomed a great frown Ravi heard the girl's reply. Not further said anything, except immediately say goodbye and not how long later disappeared with the roar of his X-pander machine.

"Temen Brother Hanna, huh?" Ilham asked as soon as Hanna entered the rented room. She answered the white girl quickly, "Yes. His name is Mas Ravi. 'Kan, have been here a few times. The Deck of Inspiration must have known, right?"

"Cuman just saw a few times, sister," said the 15-year-old with a gray romance. "It's really just a question, brother?"

This Inspiration question made Hanna who was continuing her morning breakfast stop. "Yes, Deck. Mas Ravi it's just brother's friend."

"Oohhh."

"What's wrong, anyway? Do you know Mas Ravi?" ask Hanna curiously. 

The teenager did not answer. He got up from his squatting position, having helped sort through the dirty laundry that Hanna was about to do. "Ilham wants to be ready to go to school first, Brother," said Ilham still with a flat face. "Kalo Sister needs the help of Ilham, just send a message to Ibu Ilham. I'll do it after school."

"Yes, Deck. Thanks, yeah."

The boy no longer said anything. He immediately rushed out of the room, leaving the rest of the astonished questions in Hanna's mind.

'Ilham why, anyway? He doesn't usually, 'into the girl. 'Is there any problem with his father? Mother, maybe? Ah, but ….'

The whisper of his heart immediately stopped, so focused on the plastic package containing food given by Ravi earlier. 'Hhmmm, my favorite breakfast menu ….' There is yellow rice decorated with a sprinkling of fried shallots, vermicelli, crackers, and two complete chicken eggs with ballad seasoning. 'Thank you, Mas Ravi. You are very good, deh. But ….'

Hanna pensively for a moment.

'Mas Ravi is married. Have your own family. Why do I still want to be close friends with him? Is this not something ridiculous? Especially the view of others later on to me.'

'If only not for the generosity of Mas Ravi, of course I who now can never be here and in this condition as well. Continuing the lecture which only stayed a few semesters, with the help of Mas Ravi. As for Mama and Papa, also my own sister ….'

Hanna bowed listlessly. Her tears began to grow. Then for a moment then the little sobs too slowly.

'Mama ... Papa .. do I have to go back home and be a part of our life first? Leaving behind my new faith that drove this happiness out of my own family. I-I'm .. I-I'm confused, Lord!'

...SERIATE...