Started In Paris
Aneh

After the prayer, I hurried to pack my face which I had just released. Actually my stomach feels hungry, is there any halal food around here?

When I put on my shoes, the edge of my eyes caught the shadow of the person I knew. My fingers stopped, I glued, I immediately looked up and saw who I had just seen.

A man in a thick black jacket was talking to two bearded men. The man looks very polite when talking, can be seen he several times lowered his head while putting his palms to the chest.

From behind me as if I knew him, I observed once again, the two fathers were gradually gone, now he was alone. His legs and body moved as if he was looking at me, a little more I saw his face. However, he unfortunately mixed him in the crowd, his face was blocked by many people who walked out of the mosque.

I stood up, trying to raise my head with my toes to find out where the head was, but as if it was swallowed by the earth, it just disappeared, I gave up. My gut tells me it's Reynard, but he's non-Muslim, which is impossible if he's here.

****

On the way home, I was stopped by a greeting from someone. I looked up, then answered his greetings. Turns out this guy.

"Hi.." he said with a smile.

I reply to his greeting.

"God..." Said. Then he walked away leaving me in a statue-like position. My brain is so weak it doesn't realize anything. I followed his long footsteps.

His height that exceeds my height makes me look up when staring when talking to him, nothing, just a piece of field, I was so small when compared to him who is like a pole.

"Eat already?" Ask.

"Actually I'm hungry, but I don't know where the halal restaurants are around here" I replied honestly.

He nodded as if he understood everything.

****

"Zulfa I want to say something"

"What?"

Every time I get to this point, I don't know why my heart seems to want to jump out. Every time he said something would say why I was tormented. Hand me a student who is waiting for the results of a very stressful thesis trial. Maybe he feels ordinary.

"Actually there are still many places in this city that you haven't been to, it will feel pointless if you miss it" he said with a mouthful of food. I who noticed her felt her face funny with a mouth full like that. One pull from the tip of my lips.

"I'll be visiting him soon" I replied softly.

"Call me if you need a friend" he said. I then say his word.

While enjoying the food served, my eyes lit up every corner of the room. Again the nuances of ancient Europe that dominate. This halal restaurant is on the side of the road around the mosque, not far from here the mosque tower is visible.

Here you can say quiet vehicles, more pedestrians who enjoy every inch of cold streets, the sound of the pounding of boots rubs the ears, but that is typical of Europe.

After eating Reynard drove me home, this typical European-faced man somehow has been lurking in my memory lately, his face sometimes passing suddenly across my mind, making me stunned, did he experience the same thing as me?

It seems impossible. I looked at his back that was walking in front of me, a thick black jacket wrapped around his body, remembering when he told me his heart while at Eiffel. Maybe only men like him have double guts at one time. In such a high tower, he revealed his heart to a girl who was not from his country.

I bounced, hitting his tall body. He casually looked back, then looked at me with a cynical look that irritated me.

"Eat him do not mostly daydream" he grumbled. "Get in, the air's getting colder!" Further. Then he left me still in a riveted state, his back faded away from my sight. Bizarrely.