My Maid, Lara!
Between Bulldozer and Sweater
All went as usual gurgling water in the bamboo canopy of the bath was still rustling with the same discharge. It doesn't change from Sunday to the moon.
It's all still the same. Like the sound of the chanting of holy verses that flowed melodiously through the valley and trees of trees fringed with green leafy forest with his soft wave whistling with rhythmic movements that shahdu music accompaniment the soothing jungle the nature lovers.
Fa woke up on a bright morning looking at the bright light glistening yellowish through the gap of the board carrying a layer of morning wind.
After dawn prayers the Fa falls asleep with an improved mind.
A week ago Ustadz Mahmud reported that they would not move anywhere.
"The factory was built away from their residential land. Although the location of the Reforestation only entered the back of their lodging. And learning is not at all disturbed." The words of Ustadz Mahmud were very soothing to the Fa.
"Faqshow! Come here for a minute!" Call Umi Zahra from behind her black veil. The passing Fa towards the destruction renewed his Wudhunya raised his five fingers upwards signalling that it was coming soon.
And when finished abudhu directly meet Ustadz Mahmud in Guru's room.
"Fa! Can you accompany Ainun to shop for a village to buy a large box of shrimp crackers that are exhausted? And also five kilos of dried anchovies? That's it, Tomorrow we will do a lot of shopping in the city with Mr. Ustadz," Pinta Umi Zahra with heart. For fear that the girl in front of him did not accept his request. The Fa has never been asked to shop unless there are activities of the students who go out the gate requiring supervision from the Foundation's caregivers.
And the Fa includes a nanny for Santri's teenage daughter.
The Fa nodded his head in agreement, and received the money from Umi Zahra.
Fa wears his Burdah which is always draped on the boat.
The purdah was made of a very thin black fabric covering his entire face.
The Fa could see the streets well while outsiders could not see his face or even his eyes.
Everything is closed perfectly.
The soles of the feet and palms also wear thick, soft black shirts.
Ainun was waiting near the gate. The girl was wearing the same clothes as Fa, Only Ainun was not wearing Burdah.
Fa felt comfortable stepping on a pebble under his thin soled shoes.He felt safe and free from the gaze of the men who looked at him with a hungry look.
His face and body were like curses that made him feel uncomfortable.
Now he is free to walk in the sun with the wind that wags his loose robe that bandages his body very faintly.
Make the shape and curves of her beautiful body hide without interference.
Ainun and Fa walked unhurriedly through a three-meter-wide, dusty and rocky road to the nearest village about 2.5 kilometers away.
But they were never afraid to pass through the plantations of the local people who lay flat with the friendly welcome of the workers who were working on their gardens. Sometimes even give them vegetables and other vegetables. The residents were very appreciative and looked at them in an honorable way.
So that they they freely walk when in any situation without anyone daring to tease.
"Sister! Have you received any notice of Karim Al Chosin's proposal Haji Mahfud's son?" Ainun asked softly to the Fa who looked down to correct the Burdah at the bottom.
"Nun Not yet," replied the Fa briefly.
"Oh, maybe they've guessed Brother Fa will refuse again! The son of Haji Makfud heard the news that his person was handsome and very good, you know, he also worked as a Middle School Teacher in the District City and was only 24 years old, Kak," Enthusiastic as if to give the green light.
"Eitherway! Nun Brother is scared! If later it is not true as people say, after all, my sister will be 35 years old." Sahut Fa's.
"That's no problem for him! Big Brother is very beautiful and good-natured as well, They may have heard about Big Brother from Umi Zahra," continued the 24-year-old girl gazing towards the Fa who stepped so fast. Maybe want to hurry up to a destination that is still far away.
The Fa just fell silent and nodded again. Busy with his own mind.
Tqk there is a desire to get married and he seems to have no orgasm as a normal woman.
She felt herself to be an old virgin who had lost her future with a man.
And they walk with steps towards a distance that is getting closer. Home residents began to look with rows of bamboo fences painted white chalk.
Home signage typical local transmigration. The large store that provides the souvenir is still far away at the end of the village which is on the edge of the rocky road and yellowed soil. And when it came to the ketoko guarded by a father in his early sixties.
Assalamu Alaikum Sir! The two girls greeted him politely and were greeted by his father.
From inside the house appeared a man about twenty-four years old. Wearing a white shirt with short blue jeans. The young man looked gallant and with a clean glowing face.
Fa just understood why Umi Zahra told him to shop. Tenyata Sang Umi wants to introduce him indirectly with the young man who looks good and polite.
"It was crackers and Teri dried it was already the father of the pack and directly ushered Karim kepondok. Already you add Dry Teri as much as two kg Again," said the Father of the store owner with friendly.
Haji Mahfud is very friendly and generous.
He often donates.
And he also includes the residents in this village.
The young man named Karim stole a glance at Fa and Ainun.
"It's free! You will never be able to see my face, other than a piece of black cloth running," Fa said in a slightly amused heart.
His heart warmed.
Karim hauled the stuff away, dirty the duck and tied it neatly.
Fa handed the money over to the table and thanked Mr. Mahfud.
The middle-aged man nodded and smiled at the two girls.
"I'll take you in turns, wait here! I'm afraid it's going to rain" he advised.
"Let us walk slowly, may the rain not fall quickly," Refuse the Fa subtly, as smooth as the sound of the back of the veil.
Karim set out and promised to escort their journey far enough on foot.
Fa walked slowly followed by Ainun who walked over while sighing softly.
Why did Fa have to refuse the good man's offer to transport them one by one on his motorbike.
Untouched and behaving like an ingenious fish so it is difficult to be trapped into a trap.
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The nice black car stopped right next to them.
With the door that has been opened by lifting up slowly like controlled by a machine that sounds soft whistling.
Fa feels weird! Not open like a normal door.
Seraut face like a living doll with brown hair greeted.they were called "Hi" Fa and Ainun just stared in wonder without speaking.
"Come in, you must be from the cottage where the Industrial Factory will be built, Soon we will be neighbors" Invite him kindly.
The girl sat herself in the middle of a spacious car with a cold AC gust coming out.
The music sounded faintly softly draped in the car.
The beautiful girl pulled Fa's hand from the side of her car with her half-exited body giving way to the two girls to enter the shiny black car. Fa and Ainun entered with a reticence and fear of fear.
The two men in the front corner were silent. But the driver smiled kindly towards Fa and Ainun. But unlike the man who sits on the side of the front seat car window who only looks forward towards the dusty road.
I did not look at the two berniqab girls at all.
His left hand rests on the window door with his left index finger rubbing his chin swab overgrown with fine fur like a thin beard and fine fur on his cheek is also overgrown with fine thin fur. And one more. The man was extremely handsome with his grey ash sweater from behind his strapping back.
Sweaters! The sweater was once very familiar to the Fa.
With a round intersecting crumb the heart motif is black. And there's a big hurup of Z and L. on the back under that plain crate.
He closed his eyes with a sick head.
That sweater!
"Zac When did the Bulldozer start working" said the driver asking the man next to him.
"Maybe the day after tomorrow they start operating! The operator has arrived today" replied the man wearing the ash sweater.
"You okay...? " Sanya was cut off sa'at do not know the name of the berniqab girl who looked agitated in her sitting.
"" His name was Faqihatun Annisa, Just call me Fa, and I'm Ainun" Ainun introduced himself and the Fa.
"Oh, I'm Cheryl, and that's Zachary Hasril my future husband and the driver is Leo, my future husband's friend and his personal assistant" Cheryl replied.
Leo smiled from the windshield to Fa and Ainun.
And that guy named Zachary Hasril didn't budge at all.
Still pressing the keypad and calling someone from his phone seriously.
" Don't forget, Hillary's and Leon's drugs are in different places not to be confused, Samirah," he said to someone.
Fa staggered in his seat not because of the rock shaking under the car.
His head terrace contains a memory that contains heavy garbage that will appear slowly.
Zachary! Leo! The samirah! Hillary and Leon.
That name was once well known.
And suddenly he felt very strange.
How funny is life.
The tears came out behind Malaya and her Burdah.
It's Zac !
And this woman Cheryl!
They'll be happy.
He was also happy with his life. And now it's home.
I am Lara Dusk!
But I will remain Faqihatun Annisa.
Lara is dead.
Lost in his madness.
I am Faqihatun Annisa.
The new person who appears in my memory is the one who once filled my beautiful day.
They are the sweet part of the world I left behind.
Happy happy Zac.
Be a good parent.
Devon, Izmar Ratna's mother, Aini and Samirah!
You are the sweet stories that are cut by my wounds.
I belong to God now! Not who belongs to whom.
One day we will meet even though I will love you all the other night.
And the full day of the night when Faqihatun Annisa closed her eyes with a single tear still slid down by her side.