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77. A Killer

“You memorized when?  Every night huh?” ask Aiza.

Akhmar.

“If you can, memorize every morning prayer.  Must be a smudge on the head.  Because at dawn our minds are still clear so easy to memorize.” Aiza gave her advice.  Akhmar's persistence in memorizing sacred verses amazed Aiza.  His spirit is exemplary.  Although Akhmar's initial intention to recite the Quran was to approach Aiza, Aiza hoped that one day the intention would change because of Allah.

“Oh.”  Akhmar does not want to comment on many things.

“The essence is to improve yourself to a good road, surely memorization is being launched,” added Aiza.

Hearing that, Akhmar's inner voice was like getting a punch.  “My sins are so much, Za.  Where could God forgive him.”

“Loh?  Why aren't you desperate?”  Aiza patted the table hard, making Akhmar shocked.  

Jeez, this girl can be fierce like this every day eating what the hell?  Akhmar.

“There are no sins that are not forgiven except the sin of the betel,” Aiza said.

Akhmar.  

Aiza's expression returned shady, she looked at Akhmar.  The man before him kept a million stories that formed a hard character in him.  Maybe the neighborhood's bad, or the association's bad, or I don't know.

“What are the mistakes that make you feel like you have committed many sins?  Can you know?” ask Aiza who is interested in Akhmar's life.  

Instantly, Akhmar's face seemed to change, filled with erratic mimicry.  The shadow about Vito dancing in his head, about his father, also about the shabu-shabu that had drowned him in momentary pleasure.

“I'm a killer.”  Akhmar stared at the table, not wanting to look at Aiza in the face.

No need to ask how Aiza's expression was, the girl was shocked.  His eyes are perfectly round.  Even silent and stuck.

“I hurt women.  Durhaka on papa.  I'm a haram user, shabu-shabu.  All the bad things are on me.  Then, what is the reason that God will forgive me?”

“Treatment.”

Akhmar looked at Aiza.

“You've really killed anyone?” ask Aiza still not sure.

“Ya.”

Aiza's body temperature suddenly hot cold.  He was dealing with a killer.  However, the man still admitted his mistake.  

“Why did you kill him?” ask Aiza again.

“This is stupidity and evil.  I don't want to remember it anymore. Can I not answer your question?”

“You're sorry?”

Aiza nodded.  “Mar, there's still time for you to change your world.”

Akhmar's facial expression did not change.  As if there was no desire to go.  He felt he already had many mistakes that were difficult to calculate with mathematics.  The mistake was with the father, I don't know how many.  From childhood until now, it was only a mistake that he gave to his father.

Fortunately, he had not seen his mother since the baby.  If only he had still met his mother, maybe his mother's tears would have dried up.  His honor for the mother, which should have been three times his respect for father, would have turned into iniquity.  Akhmar was lucky to never hurt his mother like he hurt his father.

“If you understand your worth, then you will not humiliate God with obedience,” said Aiza made Akhmar stunned.  “I'm not a good human either.  I'm as despicable as mud.  But we must have the intention to be better.  In prayer, I ask only that the Lord may supply me with the lawful, keeping me from the unclean.  I ask that I can feel the primacy of God, so that there is no need for me other than God.”  

This girl always made Akhmar feel knocked inside him.  One thing Akhmar really likes is that Aiza's attitude has changed for her.  But Akhmar knows himself, it is impossible he assumes that Aiza's good attitude means that the girl likes him.  

For Akhmar, to be close to Aiza like now, is a boon.  That was more than enough for him.  He did not demand that Aiza could reciprocate his feelings.  She knew enough that she loved that girl.  There was no need for him to ask Aiza for a reply.

Akhmar stood up, about to go home.  Aiza stood up, following Akhmar out.   

“Now have any hope yet?” ask Aiza.

“Hope for what?”  

“Hope to achieve one kindness.”  Akhmar stared at the black ink marker in Aiza's hand.  He then walked to the wall fence at the end of the park.  He opens the lid of the marker, then directs the tip of the marker against the wall.  He wrote something on the wall without asking the owner if it is possible to dirty the wall with a marker or not.  Just indiscriminate.  

‘Meet papa’

Aiza read the writing.  “That's your hope?” 

“Ya.”

Aiza co-wrote to the wall using a blue ink marker.

‘Istiqomah prayer tahajud’

Akhmar read Aiza's neat writings.  Not only the people are neat, the writing is very neat.  Akhmar's writing is also neat, but rather large in size.

“Is that your hope?” ask Akhmar.

“Ya.”

Oh... The girl is trying hard to be able to istiqomah in running the tahajud prayer which may have been heavy.

“Oh yes, I'm going to drop off for grandma.  I stay ya!” Aiza pamit's.

“I also want to go home!” Akhmar.

Aiza is leaving.  

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