TWENTY
The Tiger that Wakes up

After returning from his home Tiara the four of us went straight into each other's homes. I was tired of choosing to go straight to my room. Let it be shared by Salma. While waiting for the Maghrib time which is only half an hour away, the fall is not anything?

"Na, Nala! Wake Na!"

"Hmmm"

"Wake Nala! It's maghrib!"

"Hmm. yes-yes" it turns out, unconsciously I overslept half an hour ago.

As a result, I rushed to mushola. Hurry to the bathroom, wash your face, change your clothes, then wudhu.

Bentar.

This is my back shirt, is there a red stain?

I remember what date it is now. To see if I've entered my red date yet.

Hmmm.

I quickly finished my bathroom business so that Salma and the others would not wait long.

"Pcsst! Salma!"

"Udah? Let's go!"

"Hehehe.. again there was a monthly guest turned out" I saw Salma sighing as she shook her head.

"Jaudah we stay first, take good care of the house. Okay?" I put my thumb and index finger together to form an okay signal.

After all leaving for the mosque, I locked the house from the inside. Then I went back to my room to read a novel. If you want to collapse again it is not as good as before.

I faintly heard haha-hihi's voice from the next room. Instead of getting scared, I knocked on the door. Who knows if there is something inside.

Sure enough, it turns out that there are already Gea, Sita, and Puput. Apparently they were the same as me, not going to mushola.

"What's Na?"

"Not Sit, just want to check what people are not inside"

"Oohh that"

"Of me to my room first huh" before I turned around, my hand was already blocked first by Sita.

"Aren't you going to join us?"

Actually just want to. But, because there are negative auras in there. I mean not the negative aura of an astral creature yes, but from a female creature with a judes face and eyes that like to relax if you look at me. Who else if not Gea.

"No, thank you!"

"Ohh okay" along with me turning around, the sound of the door closing was also heard.

"Hhmmm..why read which novel?" Mumbles.

Among the several stacks of the novel, there is a beautiful cover book that is very contrasting when compared to my other novels. After I took it I remembered that this was a gift book from Salma. Titles

"Being a Good Muslim". I'm curious, too, because I've never read this book. Let me read, I think I have entered the criteria of a good Muslim is not yet?

Half an hour passed and I was still focused on reading. Slap by slap I felt as I read this book. I am far from being a good Muslim. My appearance, my nature, and my behavior.

On a whim, I took Salma's veil that was being hung. I tried it while looking in the mirror. I think it's not bad to look in a hijab either. It looks even more graceful and protected.

Ekhm! My throat feels dry.

I immediately went to the kitchen to get some drinking water, but I first removed the hijab I was wearing.

After pouring a glass of water, I intend to bring it into the room. But from behind the closet that became a partition between the living room with the middle room where our room is located, I heard the sound of Gea.

They now turn to the living room. Curious, I tried to get closer.

"Not to think of Nala sok ayu" is it, bring my name again. They are getting curious about their conversation. I put my ears in the closet.

"What do you think of Ge?" This is the sound of the puput.

"The girl was shamelessly rich, when all the boys were cut off"

"I don't feel good, he's fine-fine. Yes rich ordinary menemenan" lucky there is Sita and Puput who are not easily instigated as Mak Lampir.

"What a rich sticky stuff!" Heh! Who likes the plump-nempel rich fur it's you Ge!

Huh! Patience Na! Patience.dengerin first until where he wants to mock you.

"Of course, I often see him with Rendi, continue to be the same tomorrow Radit. In fact the latest, he also again deket same son of Mr. KaDes whose name is I forgot"

"Mas Pandu?!" Sure this must be a hysterical puput.

"Well that is! The Mas Pandu. Maybe, all the guys are covered with him"

My butterflies are hot, my chest is rumbling. Who is not hot heart trying to be ugly behind the rich gini? Even without hesitation he said that as if I was not at home. I think I've had enough to hide. I put my feet up to them. Wasn't it! Pretending to get out of his way.

"Ekhm! Ghibahin the man behind sin!" Sindirku while opening the door.

"If in front of the person directly sin not, right?" The fishing question from Gea made my movements stop.

"You want what Ge? Do I have any fault with you?" Finally I turned around, not so to come out.

"Wrongly? Your presence in this group is wrong!"

"Unfortunately, I became part of this group. What do you want anyway?" My emotions are provoked.

"My mother? Simple! You become a girl don't be a bitch! All the boys are deceived! You bitch!"

Plakk!

Without planning, my hands moved freely leaving marks on her cheeks. My tears just escaped. Stuffy.

Only the first time anyone insulted me this low.

"So your words! It's still the left cheek. Don't let your right cheek be a victim too"

After I let out my anger I went out and slammed the door. Adding a dramatic impression.

Bodo time with legs that are still nekyer same starving stomach. Lucky it was just a slap, it felt like I wanted the claws on his face.

I might still be able to be patient in the face of Gea's blatant dislike towards me. But not tonight. Let him know, what the consequences of disturbing the sleeping tiger.

Hmm. but come to think of it, how cold is it outside? I forgot to wear the jacket.

Huh!. From there the road is not clear where the destination is going. It is not possible to go home, my emotions can overflow again.

Where do you want to sleep later?

Mr Karto? Duh, very sad. Every day, the drug continues.

Pandu Mas? It's definitely not possible!.

Come on Na think! Think on! Who is the person in this village you know so well?

Hmmm.... What to Mother Ida? Yes indeed. There's nothing else about it.

Lucky I knew Ida's address, so now I have a way there.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Then I slapped the door to his house. I saw my watch, still at half-eight. Must not be sleeping.

Cklek!

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you know Nala?" Ma'am Ida seemed surprised by my presence on the doorstep of her house.

How not? My appearance like this is very inappropriate for a visit. But thank God, Mother Ida didn't throw me out. He even told me to go into his room. Before entering the room, I saw Mr. Mahmud in the tv room. Fortunately he did not ask questions, because said Mother Ida I want to stay with him tonight. It's true the reason I came here for that.

"Come now story! Why are you suddenly here? Your appearance is also tangled" clearly tangled mbak, along the way cry continues.

"Yes-yes" when I got to the doorway I called out to him again.

"What else is Na? Want to eat too?" Well exactly! Not yet told, you can guess.

"Hehehe. yes mbak"

With a bobble of the head Mother Ida walked into the kitchen. Not until five minutes, Mother Ida returned with a glass of water that I immediately greeted with joy.

"Where's the food?"

"Seek out to eat? While the story in the village square" hmm. Good idea too.

"May I mbak"

With his jacket and sandals, Mother Ida, we go outside to find food. To the square more precisely. She said, Now there is a night market. Take a walk to calm the heart.

Arriving at the destination, fried rice tent seems to be our choice. While enjoying warm fried rice complete with iced tea, little by little I told the chronology of the incident earlier.

"So that's mbak, who wouldn't be upset if it was slandered rich?"

"Yes the Na. But, it seems that quarrels with friends are common. Especially you guys, who have only met for a few weeks. It must be hard to adapt to each other. My advice is that you forgive each other. I think it's just a misunderstanding"

"That is caused by blind jealousy" I ended Ms Ida's words.

"His name is also jealous of Na, understand Na"

True too, said Ida. Forgiveness is the best way. I just read a book about women. Uh, I'm the only one in trouble like this out of control. Satan easily takes control of my emotions. I have to apologize to Gea. It doesn't matter who is wrong, who is starting, or who is ending. Apologizing first isn't it better?

"Where? Is his mind better?"

"It's mbak"

"Well do you want to?" Tawar Mbak Ida's.

"No mbak, tomorrow-tomorrow together with the same friends" it seems exciting also if you invite them here.

"Let's not forget to take me too"

"Yes mbak, besides also the road in the same direction as Mother Ida's house"

Half an hour passed by and we talked. Changing stories also exchange opinions. Until it does not feel the clock has shown at nine o'clock at night. Finally, Ida and I decided to go home.

"Go to Na's room, I'll go to the bathroom first"

"Okay mbak"

Huh tired!

Mattress I am coming!

"Did?!"

"Eh yes mbak?"

"Well asleep?"

"Would go to bed. But Ma'am Ida called, not to be his sleep" I replied honestly.

"Hehehe sorry yes!" I'm kissing these weird gags of one guy.

Wait-wait!

Why is Ida's cheek so red? Where from that smile no longer clear. Do not miss the bathroom again!!!

"Sir Ida isn't anything, is she?"

"It's okay Na, it's just want to talk if in front of your friend"

Eh?

"Who?"

"Rangga" oh pantes Mbak Ida so not clear gini.

"Just one more Na"

"Abdu?" My guess.

"Ihh not Nala! That guy is handsome! Rich Turkish actor that lo Na! I'm ashamed to go out"

Rich Turkish actor?

To arab-arabic an dong?

Is it possible Alif?

Aye! Who else is my friend whose face is rich in Arab Caucasians if not Alif.

Immediately I went out of the room, leaving Mother Ida with her wishful thinking.

"Why did you come here?" I'm still acting funny. After all, Alif's face also looked unfriendly.

"It!" He gave me a paper bag. I saw the contents of my clothes.

"Stay here first. Calm your mind first. But remember! Only tonight! Tomorrow go home" after saying that he went back to the bike and put on a helmet. Get ready to go.

"Rangga" I nudged Rangga's arm.

"Why did Alif have that red face?"

"Means she's mad at Nala" when the hell is she mad?

"Who's the same anger?"

"You think?" This Ish Rangga! He was asked back to nanya. Make people guess themselves.

But if in this situation Alif is angry, the right target must be Gea. Looking at Alif's face that was still red, I couldn't imagine how angry he was.

"Gea was flanked?" I'm afraid.

"Occused" heh! Just be right.

Not only did I deny it, Alif had already rang the motorcycle bell. A sign that Rangga quickly caught up with him. But before leaving, Rangga handed a rectangular box that if read above it must be sweet martabak.

"So Alif who bought, let your heart not be sad continue" he said continuing to run towards the motorbike that Alif was riding.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Compact them both.

"Wa'alaikumsalam"

"Any good-looking Na?"

Isha! Ida ngagetin. Suddenly appeared from behind.

"Bak don't have a crush on Alif huh! Rangga is enough!" My sweat.

"Why can't you? Is your relationship with her?"

Jamb. Just a friend of mbak.

"No way!"

"ah! Mbak knows. She ahem-ehem you huh?" Dihs. Unclear.

"Ehem-ehem what the hell is mbak? Nala doesn't understand"

"The power doesn't understand. You like her, right? Uluh-ten sweet! Bought sweet martabak again" avoiding the temptation of Mother Ida, I chose to go into the house and immediately went to sleep.