The Gema Shahadah Aisyah
Umar Upset?

"Ma, I'm going out with Khanza ya." Atalie approached Renata who was stirring the cake dough in the kitchen. It was a daily activity of Renata, making cakes was her hobby but unfortunately it did not decline on Atalie. Precisely Atalie most anti-close to the kitchen. If Renata is adept at making other cakes with Atalie who uses a rice cooker alone can not.

Since childhood Renata enrolled Atalie to take swimming lessons, piano and tutoring courses in school. Maybe that's why to cook Atalie absolutely can't.

"Kok Mama made a lot of cakes?"

"You're being given to Aunt Veve too."

Atalie is one of Renata's best friends. Atalie doesn't remember any of her mama's friends, maybe that's why she doesn't have many friends.

"Bring them cake." Renata washed his hands and took one of the jars in the cabinet to place the Almond Oatmeal Cookies that he had made.

"I'm the one who put it together." Atalie composes cookies on the jar.

"Sama Khanza?" Renata continues his activity of stirring the dough, he will make one type of pastry as a snack supply in the living room. Renata could have bought a cake at the store but he chose to make it himself.

"Ayana too." Atalie took one cookie and devoured it.

"Where are you going?"

"Ke Mall, why don't you sell cakes?"

"Selling the cake is not easy, if many like it, then more demand will continue to need employees, yes if they can make a cake that tastes the same if not?"

Atalie grinned, she didn't think that far.

Renata put the jar in a paper bag and thrust it into Atalie.

"They must be very happy with the cake, I leave ya." Atalie holds a paper bag while her other hand plays the car keys.

"Be careful." Renata's message whether Atalie heard it or not was because the boy had already disappeared.

In addition to the Mall, Atalie will also go to the study with Ayana and Khanza. They insist on inviting Atalie to participate in the study of Ustadz Hamzah. Actually Atalie was not interested in ustadz who he said was handsome, just that Atalie missed the atmosphere of the mosque.

"When I meet Mas Umar at the mosque, it means he is my soul mate." Atalie laughed at her own words. He said it was because it was impossible to meet Umar at the mosque because today is the schedule of Hamzah's studies.

Atalie's car stops at a shopping mall parking lot, Ayana and Khanza are already waiting inside. Atalie snatched the hijab on the side chair and put it up.

"It's so safe." Atalie got out of the car after wearing a headscarf, wanting to liken her appearance to Ayana and Khanza. She wore a skirt and shirt and a black hijab—the only hijab she had.

"Goodbye to pangling." Ayana pats Atalie on the shoulder in the lobby of the mall, she and Khanza have been looking for Atalie since.

"It's not the first time I've worn a hijab." Atalie murmur, even Ayana always dress her with a hijab of many styles.

"I know, but you're beautiful today." Puji Khanza's.

"Come ah way." Atalie pulls Ayana and Khanza's hands towards the second floor. Atalie will buy a new bag made from hard according to Umar's advice at that time. Atalie felt touched because Umar was so considerate, or he was too PD because Umar was a good man.

"Good afternoon Brother, how can I help you?" An employee asked in a friendly manner as Atalie and two friends approached one of the famous brand stores in the shopping center.

"I want a bag with strong and hard material." Atalie said confidently, although it sounded strange but she still mentioned the bag she wanted to the female employee.

"This is a bag with strong material and not easily damaged." He showed one of Atalie's white sling bags.

Atalie felt the surface of the bag, "yes, take this." Without the ba-bi-bu he decided to buy it. Actually many other bags are displayed in various colors and models. Everything is good but Atalie's main goal is to buy a hard bag.

"Would you look at another model?"

"Well, wait a minute."

"Are you looking for a bag or building material?" Ayana elbowed Atalie's arm.

Atalie just smiled making her two friends confused. If you remember the words of Umar at that time, Atalie wanted to keep smiling. But Atalie did not want to tell Ayana and Khanza.

After getting a bag, they went to a store that sold Muslim clothes. Atalie buys some hijabs although not necessarily she can wear them, Atalie just wants to collect them.

"Replace this one, try it." Khanza proffered a pink pashmina hijab that matched Atalie's skirt.

"I can't actually wear this long one." Atalie hesitates to see the hijab of Khanza's choice.

"This is good you know, anyways you wear a pink skirt when the hijab is black anyway, not suitable."

"Let me change in the car, the important thing is to buy first." Atalie knew if her appearance was strange, it was because she only had one hijab.

Ayana and Khanza also bought the hijab despite their initial intention to accompany Atalie but in the end they were unable to hold back.

Because of their shopping preoccupation they almost forgot to go to the study. Atalie puts her groceries in the trunk and sticks gas while Ayana and Khanza ride their bikes.

The distance of the mall with the mosque is not too far, only 10 minutes at high speed. Fortunately, traffic was not crowded that afternoon. Atalie draped her original hijab before getting out of the car.

"Gee!" Atalie screeched as her hijab floated in the wind. In addition to the pashmina material that is slippery, Atalie also can not use a pentul needle like Ayana and Khanza used to do.

Atalie dizzy looking for her hijab that fell, apparently the wind this afternoon was quite strong so that she could fly her hijab.

"This is yours?"

Atalie turned her back to hear the voice of someone very familiar in her ear, no, even the smell was instantly recognized by Atalie. Musk smell is masculine but sweet at the same time.

"Mas Umar?" Atalie turned her back, rather than taking the hijab in Umar's hands, she preferred to condition her mood or heartbeat so as not to jump out. Atalie remembered her idle remark earlier, if she met Umar today it meant they were dating.

"This is your hijab?" Umar asked once more even though he knew that it was Atalie's hijab. Who else would be so careless to drop that head covering cloth if it wasn't Atalie.

Atalie suddenly hot coldly saw the appearance of Umar. Umar wore black batik gloves and white cocoa clothes exactly like the figure of the man in Atalie's dream.

Atalie watched Umar from top to bottom, unmistakably, the man in her dream was indeed Umar. The difference is now that Umar is thrusting the hijab instead of white roses.

"Your friend said you can't go to the study anymore." Umar lowered his hand because Atalie did not immediately accept the headscarf. The girl simply gawked until she forgot to blink.

"Kok Mas Umar is here, he said today his schedule Ustadz Hamzah." Atalie ignored Umar's question.

"So you're here to study Ustadz Hamzah?"

"Yes, Ayana and Khanza invited me, he said Ustadz Hamzah handsome, uh I mean—" Atalie could not think clearly thinking of Umar who was present in his dream.

"That's why you're doing the study? because Ustadz is handsome?"

"Not." Atalie flirted even though she did not intend to see the ustadz who said he was handsome. Clearly the man before him was now much more handsome—at least in Atalie's eyes.

"I'll excuse you." Umar sauntered away leaving Atalie still glued to his place.

Atalie saw Umar's broad back drifting away and disappeared behind the mosque's door. "My hijab!" He only realized that Umar brought his hijab.

Unknowingly Umar clenched his hands tightly together with Atalie's hijab in his hands. His eyebrows were linked while his face was red when he entered the mosque. Some of the male worshippers who saw him immediately lowered their heads did not dare to greet Umar.