TWENTY
Of jealousy?

This afternoon we were waiting to take a shower. The rules are simple, who can he get. If you want to take a shower first, you have to queue early. Since I was an acute level mager, I preferred to fall in the room and watch some Korean dramas on my laptop. While snacking on my favorite chocolate that Randy bought this afternoon. My best friend is the best!

I heard crasaks beside me.

Oohs. Apparently Salma.

He's looking for something in his wardrobe while picking up the phone from no one.

So each room here has one closet for the four of us. It's pretty big. Just as rich as old wood cabinets.

"Yes aunty.. this is again sought..yes sorry tan, his name is also forgotten" I vaguely heard the conversation.

"This has been met, this is done directly Salma kasih to Mas Alif"

The deg!

Why is Alif's name he's carrying around?

And wait!

Salma called the caller with aunty, and she kept calling him Alif. So what he called Alif's mom?

My chest is so tight. Just realized, if all this time Salma called Alif with the frills of "Mas". I guess that's the way he calls guys. And all this time I didn't realize that among the guys it was just Alif he called "Mas!"

What is Salma's relationship with Alif?

"From what the hell is Sal?" My soul is starting to shake.

"This is how I was looking for vitamins Mas Alif" he said while showing a small bottle of white that may be in it there is a vitamin.

"So who called you?"

"Ohh. That's Aunt Maryam, Mas Alif's mother. Yesterday the time Mas Alif had left turned out to forget to bring the vitamins, so deh Aunt Maryam entrusted it to me "

That's right!!!

When did Salma want to be my rival? As the sky with the earth is. Do not need to be asked for sure already know what Alif's answer if told to choose between me and Salma.

Huhuhoo! What am I, oruh? Only crumbs of tengginang that will not be glimpsed at all.

"Ooh. That's it"

"He'em. I came out Na, the shower was ready for Maghrib prayer in the mushola"

Yep. The plan is to pray together in mushola for the next. Socialize with the people here of course. In addition, there is an intention to help teach children here. Not a proker anyway, count to fill free time to make it worthwhile. Got the reward anyway.

"Iya-iya bu nyai" really you are Nala, had a smile when the heart was thin sliced. Not able to shadow the Salma who wants to meet Alif.

It is just giving vitamins. His name is also jealous, no matter how trivial it is still jealous.

I got a glimpse of the clock in the corner of my laptop screen. It seems like four o'clock more. Immediately turn off the laptop, clean up my snack garbage, then move and take a towel to get ready for a bath.

When maghrib arrived. We've all stood by in the mosque, except for the one that was unlucky because of "M". Either it's a red "M" or a lazy "M.

Adhan reverberated, his voice echoing loudly through the speakers in the mushola tower. This time it feels different. My heart is cold. Smile made my face. Don't ask me how my heart is. He works twice as hard as usual. It's like trying to beat a mushola bedug.

Because of him, Alif Muhammad became his muezzin.

It was not just me who admired her voice. I heard on the right, left, even front and back that many praised him. From the mother to the mother.

We pray ten minutes later. Not conducive indeed, because many small children are running around with their peers even the sound of a baby suddenly crying breaks the silence. Make our efforts become many times to be khusyu'.

There was even one little boy who suddenly stuck to my body exactly like a koala to his mother.

Patience, patience!

My inner.

It's a child of men, not a child of the devil. Cannot be slammed carelessly.

After two greetings the girl immediately ran towards her mother. Just make a head shake. Intentions want to get angry, but look at his cute face it feels like the desire to scold him evaporated instantly.

It's okay, but it's still small too. I used to be even worse. Said the mother anyway when the mother prayed I like to go up to her back right prostrate position. So horses. So ashamed of yourself like this.

Learning activities to teach the Qur'an are carried out after wirid. While waiting for isya' time'. I was amazed by some of the boys who patiently taught the little boys. I didn't think that.

If Alif Mah already looks how good he is. Ucup that I think can only play games doang was also smart naji. If Rendi is already good at najai from small as well. Yes, I know, people go to TPQ always together with me.

If Fahmi smart naji also I'm not too surprised too, as if his son is smart in all fields. Knowledge is generally good, the foreign language is very fluent, all kinds of organizations he eats, added with his eloquence chanting kalam Koran.

A soulful CEO candidate!

Proud to be the same Fahmi, although it is clear that the important position will fall in his hands but he still tried hard. Showing that he deserves to be in that position, not just be a substitute for his father.

"Assalamu'alaikum beautiful sister!" Greet a little girl and immediately shake the back of my palm.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Tiara!" I who couldn't stand her two cheeks immediately pinched and kissed her fat.

"Wahh, Tiara wants to learn njai huh?" Observe appearance. Wearing a pink robe with a veil patterned with flowers that bloom.

Hmm. It just so happens that our clothes are similar. I also wore a robe of the same color as her, the difference was that I wore a maroon-red veil.

"Yes, Tiara is here every day" he replied enthusiastically. "Eh, my beautiful sister is also still here yet to come home?"

"Emmm... Guess why hayoo?" Once again I pinched his chubby cheek.

It didn't take me long to see her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"So pretty boy also teach?!"

The word just now between the question or statement is difficult to explain because the tone sounds very happy. And I replied by nodding my head. Unexpectedly, he threw himself into my arms.

I was moved to see this, like my existence was so anticipated by others. In the midst of my novelty, apparently Tiara had broken her embrace. And tugging at the end of the dresser arm I was wearing. Like signaling for me to align myself with him.

"What's wrong?"

He just smiled and...

The cup!

He kissed my left cheek and ran after whispering something in my ear.

"Beautiful sister is more beautiful if you wear a veil like this"

Either I have to be upset or thank Salma for forcing me to wear this robe and veil. Because Tiara is the umpteenth person who praises me. The joy and shame are mixed into one.

"Woy Na!"

"Eh yeah?" I looked at the source of the voice. "What the hell is Ren?" It turned out that Iren was still wearing his face.

"You want to keep standing here, do you want to teach the kids?"

"Eh! Ja. Hehehe" I grinned the horse answered his question.

"Your eyes can't be clean!. Wear the show all!"

Whoa caught! The shame....

Yes indeed, now I am standing next to the dividing cloth that separates the male and female parts. It would look so good if I peeked again.

"Oh..! What the hell Ren! Who is also interested! My people want to get some fresh air" my elak then passed to the place where my friends gathered.

It looks like a lie!

Tuh kan's! I heard a little laughter and immediately my tail caught Iren who was giggling behind me.

Ahh!!! The shame!

It didn't feel like half an hour had passed. The children began to clean up their equipment and get ready to perform the Isya prayer'. As before, the muezzin is Alif Muhammad. It seems that from now on I have to get used to my heart beating fast when I hear the chanting of his adhan.

Just now my heart's blossoming, uh! Salma passed right in front of me. Filling the first shaf. The shadow of their familiarity made my heart ache. Again.

Of all the girls I know, why Salma? Why anyway?

Why not Tika? Or Puput?

Or all of Gea?

At least I can still compete with them.

What about Salma? Besides being nice, he is also my best friend. Is friendship ruined by a guy?

The heat! Amit-amit!! So drama.

"Nlade!"

"Eh?" I was surprised again. Erratum! Maybe I was daydreaming to the point of being surprised when my shoulder was patted softly.

"What's Sal?"

"Let's get the front shaf filled first!" I 'oh' ria then took my prayer mat and moved in the front row.

When I got home I saw Tiara standing next to the fence, waiting for someone. I approached him to ask.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Eh, pretty sister. Tiara is waiting for Tiara's sister. Really long!"

Oh yeah, so remember Tiara's story this morning at school. He said he had a very smart brother, could speak my rich English, and he said he was also handsome.

"Emang brother Tiara not to mushola as well?"

"Sister is always busy. So praying at home" I nodded my head in a sign of understanding.

That busy?

I felt my fingers being pulled. Turns out Tiara showed me that her invitation was coming. A black car stopped in front of us. This means that the family of Mr. KaDes is indeed really rich. To have a car so, even though as far as my observation, the people here are motorbikes. That's not all either.

I saw a man wearing black material pants and a belt with the 'H' logo that was so prominent with a maroon shirt that folded his arms up to his elbows. Like the bosses in the office who finished coming home from work.

"Sister!" Uh. Again I daydreamed and came to my senses as Tiara shouted her sister and hugged her feet.

Yes, Tiara is still a child so her thighs are still limited. Considering this guy in front of me is also quite tall.

"Beautiful sister! Introduce this to her sister Tiara" this little boy pulled on my arm and her brother's arm to get acquainted.

I looked towards him. We looked at each other for a moment. Turns out she's very sweet. Especially when smiling there are two hollows on his cheeks. Although not as handsome as Alif, but people will also not get tired of looking at him.

Eh? Why compare with Alif? Rich is no other guy. Sebel!

"Guide" she shook my hand when she mentioned her name.

"Nala Ayu Kinanti's. Just call Nala" and then our hand link comes off.

"Your name is pretty" and I blushed in embarrassment. Naturally, if the girl is praised, she must blush in shame.

"Thank you" I said still shyly.

Duh! So shy goat gini right.

"Yaudah Tiara said yes! Assalamu'alaikum beautiful sister!" He greeted me and ran into the car.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" muttered.

Pandu apparently already caught up with Tiara.

When the car engine is turned on, the glass in the driver slowly drops. Showing the smiling face of Pandu.

"I hope we meet again Nala!" He said he then plugged gas through the streets, with his smile still on.

"Wuihh! Who is Na? It's great to just stay here for a while already get a bustle" apparently friends have come out of the mushola.

"What the hell is Tik? New people know too, Gebetan from Hong Kong!"

"So you're from Hong Kong? But what's the face of a native?" This is Iren again. Tika's talk.

"No! Come on home!" Instead of not running around in business, mending went home. I quickly took Salma's hand.

"Yes!" Someone called me from behind. But I didn't bully him.

"Hmmm"

"Nlade!"

"Hmmm" lazy really want to go back. I looked at the person who called me.

"Nala Ayu Kinanti!"

"What the hell is Dit?" I was upset that I looked back. So that Radit's mouth can be silent.

"Here" she handed me a beautiful red flower.

Don't think it's a rose, in fact I'm receiving this shoe flower.

I wanted to reject the flower so that she wouldn't expect more from me. Because Radit in my eyes is still a crocodile.

But how do you want to refuse?

Masa says gini "Sorry Dit! I don't like the flowers of shoes. I love real shoes"

No! Later counted matre girls.

If you want to say "This is a shoe flower. As the name implies, this flower is also the place in the shoes" I continued to step on the flower while laughing at the devil.

Not really, cruel to me if it is rich.

"Thank you" finally that's all I said.

And when I received the flower, the tail of my eyes caught Alif's whereabouts.

It turns out he saw me! And just walked ahead of us.

So he saw Radit give me flowers?!

That expression was! Kaya runs out of her boyfriend again cheating!! And I became the antagonist.

Uh, why do I think.

He is also the same Salma. Hoping that Alif was jealous, but I was also not who he was. I kept walking ignoring Radit chirping beside me.

I better get home quickly and can continue to fall in the room. Dingy.