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tafsir cintta part 2 (teens story)
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The steps of Kemal followed me. When I looked back I saw him running around and calling my name.
I can't deny there's a happy feeling approaching. A smile came when I saw him approaching me.
“Ngloyor aje, si?”
“lha situ still seriously chat, afraid to bother.”
“Halah, it's not that you bother me every day, huh?”
“No, no bother, really, Qeel. Even Mila is happy that Qela nimbrung.” Kamila's voice that suddenly nongol behind Kemal made my mood dlosor again. God, why, this girl is coming too.
I just smiled and kept quiet.
My sense of humor suddenly vanished looking at this graceful girl. Maybe I'm envious. Gusti, please deh, I have to be as reasonable as possible. There is no connection between me and Kemal. Why is it gini?
“Eh, endar isy’ we collect in regular cafe yes! Discuss our next agenda. How?” Kemal's question is trying to melt our ice.
“Ready, Sir.” Kamila answered excitedly.
“You, how, Qeel?”
“See ya.”
“Kok that, if you are obliged to join lha. That's the discussion coordinator.”
Kemal was more pushy when he saw me still hesitant to come. While Tiwi who had been walking hand in hand with me could only tease me by pinching my arm. His eyes and eyebrows certainly hinted for me to hear the conversation Kemal and Kamila were walking right behind me.
In the alley, Kamila resigned because the direction of the cost was different from the cost of the three of us.
“Today, why are you more diem si, Qeel? usually if there is a new discussion, you are the most enthusiastic person asked.”
"again upset,” sahut Tiwi at will.
“What’an si, Wi?”
“Why?Story dong.”
O Allah, this insensitive man is, but fortunately he does not know the roar of my feelings. I'm not so sure myself either. Before today, I was so sure that only I was a girl friend who could discuss with Kemal. In fact, it's just my prejudice. There may be many more women who are discussed by him. It's really smart this guy cadres, but he's the head of the organization.
We split right in front of my room. The back of the man who always helped me get away.
I put down the little bag and cleaned myself up. I remember Grandma's message to pray at the beginning of time.
Tiwi was ready with a face and prayer mat in her hand when I was about to enter the room.
“Jama’ah, Bu Nyai.” Tiwi's sudden voice was already in the doorway of the room.
Karibku is indeed often teasing me with the title ‘Bu Nyai’ when I tell you why I majored in al-Qur’an and Tafsir. I was lazy to argue with him about that. In the corner of my heart I silently agreed. Is not the word can be a prayer, so let the good word I repeat to the owner of this universe.
As usual, I deliberately invite Tiwi all to pray isy’, because sometimes laziness is more dominant when praying before going to bed.
Just about to fold face up, it looks like the phone is glowing blue.
[Don't forget, cafe lesehan]
Tiwi could guess that it was a message from Kemal. Before I asked, my roommate had already spoken that this time he could not come. Tonight, this woman wants to focus on learning because tomorrow there is a presentation schedule.
[I'm not coming, Tiwi's not leaving. Lazy own way. Afraid that something might bother you]
Send. Check two blue.
I sent a reply message with a kekelakar kepedean. There was a reply of laughing emotion.
[I am now in front of your boarding house. Cepetan. Go with me]
I'll clear the face immediately. Change clothes, and rush towards the boarding gate.
“Not to be in a hurry! The doi patiently waiting for kok,” ledek Tiwi saw me struggling to find blocknote.
“Mayak, you, Wi.”
I left Tiwi unceasingly teasing me. Of course my roommate's got a lot of material making me die of fleas. All my worries and feelings I told her a lot. At least in this city I have friends I can make brothers with. My mom said, when we're away from home, we'll get a replacement brother, and I've found him.
“Old also girl if dandan.”
“Ben no moustaches, Key.”
Key's? Yeah, when I both call him Key. Like a key, it opens up horizons of science that I don't yet know at all.
“Indeed should yes, so?”
“Yes, not really, wong I want to use powder or not, my face is still the same. Sweet and ayu.”
“Waw, some are narcissistic. ”Kemal was endlessly laughing at my answer.
Not felt, the cafe lesehan we were headed was in sight. We deliberately choose a bigger table because there are indeed some friends who will come as well. While he ordered some food, I wrote down some points that we will discuss later so that it is quickly finished and immediately returned to the cost.
“I order iced tea and grilled rice, you haven't eaten, have you?”
“Hemm.”
I showed you some scribbles in the blocknote. Some he agreed, others were dropped because later discussions will take a long time. He's just afraid I'm locked up and can't get into the room. Cost owners give the rules of return hours no later than 22.00 WIB.
While Kemal called some friends, he told me to eat first before everyone came.
Who would have thought I could be so close to my best friend. Still fresh in reminding how our first encounter was.
In a corner of the classroom, he suddenly approached me who could not hold back tears because he felt alien among those who knew his purpose. Me being? forced to get lost and accept all the orders that parents want.
“Aqeela, right?” As soon as our conversation began.
“Iya.”
“I see you only silent when the class takes place, even I often see you crying in the corner of this class, when all the friends are enthusiastic to go to the library together.”
“Because I misplaced.”
“There is nothing wrong with God's plan. Just enjoy. God willing there must be a way.”
“You don't understand?Because this is your dream.”
“Sok know. You must learn to love what is at present, and let the hand of God work.”
“I'm like hearing a motivator talk to a sickle.”
The man laughed loudly.
“Please do that. We're in the same boat. You can ask me anything you don't know about this world you're new to. You know my name, right?”
“No.”
Back he laughed and snorted in annoyance.
“Waduh, so brazen, there are no men who do not know the name of the class leader. Yes, I sincerely didholimi men.”
I just fell silent while glancing at him. When he saw the watch, it was instantaneous instantaneously parting for lunch and passed with one sentence, “Call me Kemal!”
“Qeel, spout the food!That's the kids already on the come. Ojo daydreaming ae!.”Stop Kemal's hand and spread my daydream.
Some friends immediately sipped coffee that has been ordered. Gegas, I remove the wrap of grilled rice that lives on the leaves. Often meetings are held in this cafe. More relaxed, especially supported by free WiFi. Of course the most sought after thing kos children.
“Okay friends because we have gathered all, the first thing we discussed is the follow-up of our discussion every week. Actually many proposals related to our collaboration with other majors such as our discussion last afternoon with children majoring in hadith.” Kemal started the conversation and asked for the opinion present.
I haven't seen that pretty and smart girl coming. Though previously the woman who became the speaker this afternoon was very enthusiastic.
After it was felt that no representatives from the hadith department were present, then we only talked about discussions for our own majors. Discussion was not there, there is a need to be prepared related to representatives from the campus to attend the event held by the national student forum tafsir and hadith level. Although not many know, but we are students of interpretation and hadith participate in helping the government, especially to counter all forms of Islamic radicalism.
The discussion is getting worse. Sometimes of course there are those who ask my opinion, especially about courting students who are abusive in this department. as an intra-campus organization, of course, all groups must be embraced without exception. Some coffee and tofu krispi have also been re-ordered. For this, Kemal did not hesitate to spend his pocket money. That is what makes him loved by many women at once you are Adam. Don't imagine a macem-macem love! Suuzan.
“Sorry yes, friends, there was suddenly a guest who could not be left so late here.”
Kamila's apology suddenly disturbed my cheer. Discussions continued and increasingly crowded with the presence of the queen of the stage. While I could only be silent watching them talk.
I was like a stranger among the gathered people.
“Sorry friends it seems I have to go home first.”
Kemal just expression do not understand why I suddenly resigned. The rest of my friends were forced to agree after I told them my reason. Even if it's a lie.
“Wah, you're making the discussion stop Qeel.” Ilham's face was suddenly irritated to hear me suddenly ask for permission.
“Sorry to you guys. Please continue the discussion again this is almost 10 hours as well.” There was no other talk but an apology.
I cleaned up the blocknote, the pen and the phone and put it in a small bag slung over the shoulder.
“Let me drive home first Aqeela, where's your bike key, Ham!” Kemal stood up from his seat when he saw me leaving.
"No need, let me go home alone,” I replied a little hesitantly.
“Already, no need to refuse, you were here with me, now go home yes not alone, if anyone teases, piye?” suhut Kemal with a wink. The voices of other friends.
“Cie.cie..,” sedu Ilham followed by others.
“I'm jealous, Mal.” Kamila also did not want to lose.
Quietly, I followed Kemal's steps towards the parking lot. On the way there was not much we talked about. Actually this guy also knows that I have an inviolable curfew. Some friends who protested with my curfew also finally understood when this friend of mine explained it.
Don't forget to thank me for opening that towering boarding gate.
“You from this afternoon kok jingling continues si, Qeel?”
“Not really, again males only.”
“You again PMS, yes?”
Whahuh? I just snorted annoyedly at hearing his question.
Finishes.
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