The Stain Behind Khimar
CHAPTRE 7

"I have always taken refuge in God for the uncertainty of the future, for wrong decisions, for the truth, for the bitter disappointment, for the heart-turning, for the betrayal of men and for the wrong love. " ~Asma Aqilatunnisa~

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Asthma put earphones in her ears. The sound of sholawat melodious. His hands went back to doing something. Clean up the minimalist boarding room while listening to sholawat like a song. Then he threw himself in his little bed.

Soon, there will be a holy month of Ramadan. Asthma is confused what she will spend the holidays for. His restaurant has been handed over responsibility to mba Ina before he decided to go to college. Then Ida ... I don't know.

Tasks piled up from the lecturer made him and Ida rarely met. They are different faculties but their faculty is one building. Regarding Ida, reminding her back at the time they last met. That day, Ida asked him to stay the night and Asma agreed. The night they stayed in the contents by telling stories about each other's lives. Because in addition to avoiding ghibah, Ida also seems very curious to know the life of Asthma more deeply.

"So you just told me, right? Ah glad to be the place you share." Ida smiled at the moment. As if I just got a trophy and a charter.

"Not." his smile disappeared and looked back at Asma.

"I guess you're not good at getting along with asthma? Hmm ..." his eyes moved, trying to remember something. Asma simply smiled, waiting for Ida to connect her sentences

"Oh yeah, that last guy of yours? What's-her-name? Re ...."

"Reno." Asthma smiled bitterly. Remembering why he easily told his life to a foreign figure.

"Whose full name?" Asthma shook her head. Again, Asma mocked herself. His full name alone even he did not know while the young man himself knew his full name.

"Seriously you don't know his full name?" Ida's eyes grew. Seemed again surprised that the creature in front of him is one of the people who are indifferent and not too like to socialize.

"Yes, I usually get that om-om customer. If you don't need to know his name, I call om, the important thing is to get the money. Although there are some who are still young but only Reno is different." Asma smiled amusedly, remembering that she became the young man's first woman. Like men, women also have a sense of pride when the word 'first' is pinned on him.

"How different?" asked Ida while linking her eyebrows together.

"Some things." Momentary silence. They dissolve in each other's minds. Until Ida's question broke the silence between them.

"What keeps you going with Asthma? You know it. I almost committed suicide" Ida said softly as her eyes glared.

"I have always taken refuge in God for the uncertainty of the future, for wrong decisions, for the truth, for the bitter disappointment, for the heart-turning, for the betrayal of men and for the wrong love." Smiling asthma is calming. As if giving strength to himself. Everything's gonna be fine.

"So because you believe in God?" Ida looked into Asthma's blue eyes. Then Asthma nodded her head. "I believe in Him."

Brakk!!

The sound was heard from next to his room. He knew the veiled woman from a private university nearby occupied next to his room.

Asthma then remembers that there were small holes between their rooms. His heart was curious to see through that hole. For a moment of thought and tried to expel his pampered attitude to the next-door neighbor but what if the woman was in trouble? Any robber in his room or worse the rapist?!

Asthma swallows the saliva then shakes her head. The hostel is female-only and it is very unlikely that it happened because he almost never heard of such news. But he realized that the possibility was always there. With all his heart and a little courage he peeked. Well, he admitted this was not a commendable attitude.

Asthma's blue eyes move. Seeing the state of the room was a mess. Clothes strewn. And there's a youth shirt. His eyes immediately caught the two figures on the bed. His throat was choked and his blue eyes were rounded.

On that bed. Two people were struggling with sweat all over their bodies. Asthma gasps for a while. Was it in rape? If you're raped, you should scream! But that woman could say nothing. Asthma once read in a psychology page that someone who experienced sexual harassment experienced mobility. A situation in which the victim is stunned and unable to do or say. Not even shouting. Essentially the whole organ seems paralyzed by the touch of the suspect.

His two blue eyes then looked at the two people, his eyes re-enlarged. Women who are worried about Asthma turned out to switch positions to be at the top. It is impossible for a person who is raped to change positions.

Asthma then stops from seeing it. Before she was aroused because after all she was a normal woman who did 'it'. Asthma was gobsmacked as her shadow did 'that' with Reno flashed across her mind. Hurriedly he rubbed his face violently then glanced at the wall clock. It was still morning but the two people were very reckless. Indeed, now again weekend, some residents here return home or streets around the city for a vacation.

Asthma then took ablution to pray dhuha, trying hard to remove the shadow of his great sin. Sometimes he sobbed softly in every prostration. When finished, Asthma gets more angry because they even make the typical sounds of people making love!

Asthma then brings out the Qur'an. Study in the loudest voice possible while promising to tell this to the hostess. If they are husband and wife is okay, but if they commit adultery, Asthma also gets sin. In addition to their activities are actually very disturbing asthma.

In the afternoon, Asma walked slowly towards the house not far from the boarding room. His mother's house. Actually Asma never saw him because the one who arranged all this was only his household assistant. But Asma knows, the current hour he usually has. Several times Asma captured his figure with his solemnity.

"Assalamualaik."

Silent. Asthma repeated her greeting.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." a woman wearing a cream-colored veil greeted Asma smiling behind her veil. He invited in.

Asthma sits on the couch, facing the woman she thinks is the hostess. Without further ado Asthma immediately told me everything. At the beginning of the question is the woman who lives next door married? The answer from the hostess, she did not know. But Asma then continued her story while looking down in shame.

"Astaghfirullah ... I don't know anything about that woman. Because what you know, who takes care of this is usually my ART. But since he is returning home, I must immediately question this." The graceful veiled woman stood up and was seen calling in the distance with serious eyes.

"It turns out they did commit adultery. Thank you for reporting yes ... What's your name, son?" Her soft voice made Asthma momentarily like knowing this woman. Asma stretched out her hand which was immediately welcomed by him. Asthma's eyes then looked into those eyes and said. "My name is Asma Aqilatunnisa."

Asthma knitted her eyebrows together when she saw the eyes of the woman before her enlarged. His hand that was still clinging to Asthma's hand was instantly cold and stiff. Is it because he was surprised by Asthma's blue eyes? From earlier he looked down because he just wanted to try to hide because his blue eyes were always attracting attention. But when the middle-aged woman in front of him asked to get acquainted, wouldn't it be impolite not to look at him?

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