
Afrenzo was going around to class to break the students' shelves to rush to the mosque, as he would usually walk around the classroom with a wood to bully lazy students into going to dhuhur prayers.
He saw some classes were empty because the residents had gone to the mosque early, there are some classes that are still occupied by some students and when seeing the arrival of Africzo immediately makes them rush to leave the place.
At last he entered Risda's class, he saw that it was very quiet and that meant that they had all gone into the mosque. When he was about to die, he suddenly heard the sound of screeching from someone inside.
Afrenzo immediately stopped his steps, he went back into the class. At first glance he saw someone hiding under the bench in the back of the other side, Afrenzo then approached the person.
"It's pinter now!" Afrenzo Sentak.
Jedhuakkk...
"Akhs... My head hurts!" Complain Risda.
When he heard the sound of Afrenzo, he was so surprised and immediately rushed up without paying attention to the surrounding. As a result, he actually fell into the table where he hid, Risda was immediately trying to get up from his seat.
"Why hide?" Ask Afrenzo firmly.
"Renzo's..." Risda said with a grin while rubbing his head that had hit the wooden table.
"Java!" Afrenzo Sentak.
"Don't be so fierce, same girl can't be rude."
"To the mosque now!" The command of Afrenzo while lifting the wood in his hand.
"Tomorrow, huh? I forgot not to bring Mukenah, had left for his school hunt. Tomorrow huh?"
"Now, no more bargaining,"
"Renzo's... I do not bring mukenah, if prayer should use mukenah,"
"Gue lendjamin."
Risda immediately widened her eyes, she did not believe what she was hearing at the moment. How can Afrenzo borrow her face, when he himself is a man, then where is that face? That's what Risda's thinking right now.
"You mean?" Ask Risda who felt less clear with the words from Afrenzo.
"Gue is a surety, frank," explained Afrenzo.
"Lo has a face? What kind of guy buy mukenah? Do you pray with Mukenah? That's funny, Renzo. Who do you borrow? Don't tell me you want to borrow forcibly to your classmate, or don't you deliberately buy and want to disguise yourself as a dimushola girl, you answer?" Questions from Risda that streak without any reproach.
"Have you spoken?" Afrenzo asked as he sensed that Risda had stopped to keep asking him.
"Belom!" Sentak Risda's.
"Continue" said Afrenzo casually.
"Don't you have a face? You're Renzo's guy! Do you want to cosplay as a girl during prayer? Keep making the angels confused actually lo it's a girl or a guy, later your practice is written original origin. You want to be like that? Why do you have everything,"
"Have you?"
"Udah, I'm tired of talking." Risda then said a bottle and immediately drank it after saying such a long sentence.
"To the mosque now!" Command of Afrenzo with coldness.
"And I told you, if I didn't bring you a face, Renzo. Why don't you understand?"
"Gue lend!" Say it firmly.
"But gu...."
"Follow me!"
Without being able to resist, Afrenzo immediately cut off his words and immediately pulled Risda's hand to rush away from the place. Risda could not deny that at all, as Afrenzo pulled him very strongly to leave his class.
Because the mosque in that place had to pass through the martial hall, so that Afrenzo brought Risda first to that place to take the face. Lorenzo immediately invited Risda to enter the martial hall, Afrenzo himself immediately rushed to a closet that was there.
He took something out of the closet and handed it to Risda. Risda also received it with a question mark, how could the man have a face so that he was loaned face by him.
"Right to the mosque now!" Afrenzo's Order.
"Whose property is this?" Ask Risda while looking after the pure white face.
"Mine," replied Afrenzo and immediately made Risda widen her eyes in disbelief at what was said by Afrenzo.
"WHAT!!" Shouted Risda who did not believe what he heard, "So you really want to cosplay as a girl, Renzo? I don't think you've been using Mukenah while praying."
"Lo's mind is too bad,"
"How do you keep on being right? People obviously you say if this mukenah has lo, yes I suspect dong if my accusation is true."
"It does have me, but that doesn't mean I make it."
"Well, who uses it? Smell again, I like to wash every day, clean,"
"Make a female martial member, there are usually those who do not pray on the grounds of not bringing mukenah. So I bought it, just to keep it safe," explained Afrenzo.
"Ohh.. like that? Sorry yes, I've been bad to think the same lo," said Risda while grinning.
"Quick to the mosque!" Afrenzo's Order.
When Risda was about to step out of the hall, the Adhan arrived already iqomah. Risda stopped her footsteps, and she looked back at the direction of Afrenzo.
"Renzo's plate" said Risda with disappointment but in his heart he seemed so happy.
"Sholat yourself" said Afrenzo.
"What if you want me here? So we pray together" Risda also gave the idea to Afrenzo.
"No, we're not mahram. Should not pray both, our prayers will not be valid if I who ngimamin lo alone. Haram for me and also for you, we are not husband and wife and should not do that. Except for the presence of a third person here, so I can assure you, if only two, I can't."
"Some, the Prophet shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam once said, if a man is both two'an with a woman, then the devil is the third.’ He also said, ’Don't be a man alone with a woman.’ It's interdiction. The scholars say, based on this, should not a man pray with a woman who is not a mahram, both-and-a-half. Because it could be out of the main purpose of prayer, becoming a source of sexual slander. (Sharh Zadul Mustaqni’, 3/149)."
"Gue just found out about it, Renzo. So we pray alone?"
"Yes. Take the ablution water now, after which go back to the classroom,"
Risda nodded with the explanation from Afrenzo, he rushed to the bathroom that was there diaula, while Africenzo immediately rushed to the floor above the hall martial.
Risda also immediately gave his prayer diaula with a prayer mat and mattress that was there. This time he prayed alone, usually he will join the congregation if his heart is to rush him to do that.
Rissa is indeed a lazy person, even if she is lazy to perform her prayers then she will reason obstruction as the main reason. However, he was unable to reason in front of Afrenzo, because he seemed to be watching him.
After the prayer, Risda sat down on a bench in the hall room to wait for Africanzo to come down from the top floor. Not long after, Afrenzo came down from the top floor, and he frowned when he saw Risda was still there.
"Gue told you to go back, why not go back?" Ask Afrenzo.
"Gue wait for you, Renzo. I want to return this face to you,"
"Just put it in the closet, then go back to class,"
"Why go back to class?"
"Gue's got business, I've got permission to go home early,"
"Rushan? What's the sudden business?"
"Make preparations for the martial arts competition in the district a few days away."
"Why don't you know if I want a race? I also want to run the race."
"Belom time, in the ring is hard, if not good martial arts it will be easy injury. It could even be the enemy's monthly moon, and lo belom is ready for it."
"What's that hard in the ring?"
Afrenzo also explained to Risda about what he knew, Afrenzo who had felt the pain many times at the arena was able to explain it with as much detail as possible about what was in the arena.
Not infrequently people who have competed in the arena have injuries, even sometimes there are people who died due to failure in the dings technique and landed his head first, he said, sometimes there are enemies who continue to try to harm their enemies in many ways that they can use.
A fighter who dares to play in the arena and even martial arts great can be injured due to the lack of focus they have, or it could be because the enemy's technique has not been solved by anyone.
Not infrequently also in the arena will return with a bad condition, sometimes there are broken hands, broken legs, sprains, bruised wounds, bleeding, sometimes, there is even a path that cannot be smooth due to enemy kicks that hit right on the tool ***********.
Martial and wound matches are an inseparable unity. Therefore, why every martial match is always supervised by the hospital or nurses. Although not injured with sharp objects, but with bare hands was able to make his enemy injured.
In the arena, the enemy will not hesitate to injure his opponent or slam his opponent with a dingshing technique. As each of them was able to injure his opponent, their points would increase and victory would belong to someone who was able to make his enemy lose or give up.
Sometimes there are clashes between universities, because they do not accept their students being beaten by students at other universities. And there was a clash between universities, in order to defend their respective colleges.
Therefore, a coach will choose which students excel and will not arbitrarily choose students to go down to the rink, because they know the risks that will be faced by students when they are above the arena.
Not infrequently there is also a commotion on the podium because each college will support their respective colleges. So that they will look so very complicated with yel yel owned by their respective universities.
(The author is too familiar with the martial world huh, hehehe... If you defend in front of the family, the author can not yes)
A person who once enters the world of the match, the strong will continue to aspire to enter the match again and again regardless of the effect it will receive. While the weak will stop to enter the world of the arena, and they will insecure to re-enter for fear of injury and injury.
"Until here you understand?" Ask Afrenzo.
"Do you understand, so it's like that in the ring?" Risda asked while rounding his eyes when he heard the explanation from Afrenzo.
"Yes, I've been playing in the ring for years."
"But you're not papa, are you? Has anyone been injured or broken a bone?" Ask Risda enthusiastically.
"Injury, but it's healed. When I first got into the ring,"
"How long did you first get into the ring?"
"Still in 3rd grade, I've been in martial arts since I was a kid and went to elementary school."
"So at that age you've joined martial arts? How can?"
"My nyokap and Bokap are martial artists, so I have been allowed to come since childhood. So because of that, I can be a coach at this age,"
"So both are martial arts experts? What will be the fight later? Maybe there will be a third world war in this world then yes, keep glasses, plates, pots, pans, basins most directly flying in your kitchen. I can't imagine if they fight like Nyokap and Bokap me,"
"They never fought, their minds seemed to have gone as far as."
"Great yes, I did not expect this horror. Pantes alone you can train martial arts at the same age as me, maybe because of the upbringing of parents huh?"
"My parents are hard, let alone both martial arts experts who don't like to be denied."
"Maybe your attitude is also derived from them, you deserve to be stubborn, always look very serious, do not like to be denied, continue not to be able to smile again. Lo is different from the others, I deserve to feel that way, Renzo."
"Well, I don't look like them, and who am I?"
"Yes, too, who is clearly not a neighbor's child.
"So this goes in, hurry back to class" said Afrenzo, looking at the watch wrapped around his wrist.
"Yaudah I went back first yes,” said Risda and immediately got a nod of the head from Afrenzo.
Risda immediately rushed to leave the hall, he immediately headed to his class because the streets passed by the students who went to the mosque also looked lonely. That meant, they had already returned to their respective classes, and Risda immediately rushed to his class.
When he was about to enter his class, he suddenly remembered something. He immediately stopped his footsteps to enter his class, he turned his body.
"Gue was going to ask Renzo about Benni, but I forgot about that. He's gone again, how can I ask him if this is the way, can tomorrow I forget again,"
Risda did not see the shadow of Afrenzo who entered his class, because he returned early but did not return to his class, but out of the school.