The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
A fella?

Salma and Zafir made their way to their destination, the Blue Mosque. Beautiful building in a beautiful city.

"Let's take off the shoes first?" salma asked Zafir.

"Yes, you think to yourself. This mosque is not your home" replied Zafir. Salma rolled her eyes lazily.

"I should be angry, I should be angry. Wh why? Because you've made my camera broken," Salma scolded while taking off her shoes by standing up.

'This is a funny girl swear. Astaghfirullah, I why the hell," said Zafir in his heart.

Salma lost her balance when she took off her shoes. His hand reflexively held onto Zafir's shoulder in order not to fall.

"Finally, this is also a shoe" Salma said.

Zafir cleared a light beat. "Minimum take off the shoes while sitting so as not to fall. Fortunately, your reflexes are good to hold my shoulder directly," he said.

Salma who was initially confused immediately understood when she saw his hand. "Nienyenye. Buruan, do you intend my tour kaga? If the intention is little, if not mending I just rent a tour guide," he replied annoyed.

"Yes, I'm patient. This is a new shoe off" said Zafir.

When their business was over, they went inside. All eyes will be glued when they see the blue decoration, including Salma. This was the first time he saw the magnificent mosque that became an icon of Istanbul.

"It's pretty, but my camera is broken, too, baby" Salma said.

Zafir scratched his non-itchy nape. "Pake the phone first. I'm sure your phone is an iPhone," he said.

Salma rolled her eyes lazily. "Lo photoin that way. Just look at the results are ugly, I marked your face," he said fiercely.

"Even if you are a person, I feel sorry for Lauhul Mahfudz lo. Every day eat ati," booed Zafir.

"No, my soul mate is very lucky. I'm beautiful, kind and not arrogant" Salma said confidently.

"Narsis really being a girl, it's a wonder I can meet the human species like lo," replied Zafir, shaking his head slowly.

Salma tidied up her hijab. "It's not narcissistic, but I am the ideal type for my soul mate" he said.

"Yaudah yes it's up to you, now the question you want to debate continues what would you like to continue exploring?" asked Zafir with a depressed smile.

Salma prevented Zafir by handing over his phone. "Photoin was Zulkipli."

Zafir obeyed every command of Salma. "Jaudah iye the hunted." Salma posed and Zafir patiently photographed her.

"Thank you, let's go on tour" Salma asked.

They both went around exploring the beautiful building. Even though it is snowy, the view is still beautiful.

"Lo know?" chirp Zafir.

"No," said Salma.

Zafir rolled his eyes lazily. "Gue's not finished, Susan" he continued.

"Susan who? Lo's mother?" salma asked in a annoying tone.

"Not my mother, not my mother and not your mother. But that's your nickname Susan, special of the handsome Zafir crossbar," he replied.

"Why can it be so? I can't accept it. My name's a good guy" said Salma.

"Yes bodo very, wrong who calls me Zulkipli," argued Zafir. Salma also put on her flat face in response.

"Okay, do you know the name of the blue mosque?" Zafir opens the topic.

Salma seemed to think. "Blue Mosque?"

"That's English, you know?" replied Zafir.

"Lo would like to be my tour guide if I want to be my teacher Zulkipli. Pake all the questions," said Salma.

"Okay, this mosque is the Sultan Ahmed Mosque or SultanAhmet Camii in Turkish. But people know it better as the blue mosque or Blue Mosque. Why?.."

"Because most of the interior is blue even though it is dominated by white. Aye right?" salma.

Zafir nodded his head. "Lo know why the blue mosque is facing Hagia Sophia?"

Salma shook her head because she did not know.

Zafir continued his story, "The Blue Mosque was built by Sultan Ahmed I to match the Hagia Sophia made by the Byzantine emperor Constantinople. It used to be a Byzantine church before it fell to the Ottoman Turks in 1453. Now it has been converted into a museum. Only Sultan Ahmed I was allowed to enter his courtyard. Use the chain at the back gate so that Sultan Ahmed bowed when he entered here. It was for the sign of the ruler's humility in the face of divine power."

"Yes, you think to yourself. Not once twice I've been here. But every time there is a refreshing time" replied Zafir.

"What if you know where Sultan Ahmed I's tomb is?" chirps Salma.

Zafir nodded. "Clearly, Sultan Ahmed I died when he was 27 years old, or 1 year after the completion of the construction of this mosque. Then he was buried in the courtyard of this mosque, as were his wife and three sons."

"We're going there? What kind of pilgrimage is this guy? Are there Indonesian kayak flower sprinkles?" salma asked with high curiosity.

"Gue doesn't know that I don't really care about that. But I'm not like an Indonesian either. Maybe the concept is like Dargah in India, you know?. But if you want to go there, okay I go," replied Zafir.

"Come, let's hunt a little more when Dzuhur," asked Salma. They also went to visit and pilgrimage the tomb of Sultan Ahmed.

After the Dzuhur prayer in the blue mosque, Salma and Zafir also rest in the garden of Sultan Ahmed.

"Lo laper?" chirp Zafir.

"According to you, it's one o'clock in the afternoon. Yes laper lah," replied Salma sewot.

Zafir chuckled small. "Judah, we're looking for food."

"Lo bring the vehicle? Cape is also the way" Salma said.

"Take this. I will not be tired" replied Zafir.

"Relatedly? This is just I'm tired of making your behavior," said Salma.

"As far as you go, I'm tired of the debate. Want to fill the energy first, you back what I came to eat?" ask Zafir.

Salma seemed to think. "Follow it," he answered. They also went to the nearest restaurant.

..........

Fifteen minutes had passed and Salma and Zafir were talking about random things and sometimes arguing. Soon a waiter came to their table. Then the waiter presented their order.

"Thank You" Salma told the waiter.

"Let's eat," continued Salma exclaimed happily. Zafir just smiled a little at the behavior of his new friend. Eh friend?

The screen of Zafir's phone was seen flashing many times. Lots of notifications that appear on the phone. Even Salma who was focusing on her food was bothered by it.

"That's your mobile why? Broken?" ask Salma.

"About, no. Seleb bias, once post a netizen flood," replied Zafir lightly.

"After, what about post apan?" ask Salma.

"food."

Zafir's mobile phone vibrated, displaying the name of the mother on the screen.

"Hello? Why is ma?" ask Zafir when the phone is connected.

"When do you come home? Did you finish your walk?"

"Udah, it's me again my friend. I will go home soon" replied Zafir.

"Oh, be careful."

Connection interrupted.

"Lo just said what? The cement? I'm not wrong?" salma made sure.

"Lo is not wrong, aren't we winning?" ask Zafir.

"Where is there? Not yet! Your people have not invited me to meet," replied Salma.

"Yes reiterate yes. Will you be my friend Susan?" zafir.

"Yes, Zulkipli," answered Salma.

"Azek is accepted, do I have to pargoy?"

"WOI! PERVERTED!"