ANACHAL

4. A Spark of the Past

Alara woke up from her daydream and continued reading a book called Uhibbuka Fillah. The second edition of the book, from the connection of the book he had before. Books that he had wanted to read but had no time to buy them. A book that holds a piece of memory in Alara's past. A book that is not just a book for Alara because it holds a million big secrets in part of her life.

Disela read the book, Alara overslept and the morning late morning prayers dawn. Do not be surprised if Alara's attitude has not changed, because she is again the learning process and has not fully migrated. There was a reason in the past why Alara one year ago decided to wear Niqab. 

Everything is still full of Puzzles, what reason and purpose Alara decided to wear Niqab we do not know yet. Is it because he is desperate for past events, or because he just wants to try new things, or because of something else. All of these puzzles will be revealed as time goes on.

"Duh.I'm late again. Can be angry again later with Mr. Salman." (Grutu Alara while getting ready to go to campus).

"Sir Kedi...!" Call Alara gently. "Please open the fence sir." Timpal Alara again while turning on his car.

"Yes non Alara." Sahut Pak Kedi rushed to open the gate. "Udah non (Timpal Pak Kedi again)."

"Shukran Lak Sayidi (Thank You Sir)." Say Alara and go.

"Yes non." Answer Mr. Kedi. "Non Alara is starting to change. Now it's softer and now there's arabic again. It has been a year non Alara veiled, only now non Alara speak Arabic and more friendly. Usually even though non-Alara behavior remains as usual. May non Alara remain Istiqomah and more guided. Amen." (Pak Kedi spoke to himself with a look of astonishment and delight in Alara's attitude today).

Arriving at the campus, Alara ran towards the classroom, but was still in control. Because he wears a robe and is all closed, so can not run too fast.

Right up to the front of the class, and hurriedly sat down it turns out that Mr. Salman can not come today. Instantly Alara tried to hold back her anger, trying to temper her with istighfar.

"Astagfirullahal adzim, Astagfirullahal adzim, Astagfirullahal adzim" Alara said by rubbing his chest to be patient.

"Lala...! Why don't you tell me La...?" Ask Alara to Alaisa.

"I told you about Ra. You may not see the phone." Tukas Alaisa did the defense.

"Masa sii...?" With an expression of disbelief.

"Yes try to check it, if you don't believe it." Tukas Alais.

"I can't see the phone...!" Grutu Alara (Attacking anger).

"That's why don't you wake up late again dong." Alaisa. "You were up last night, Ra...?" Alaisa said again.

"Not staying up late either. Just tired of reading books." Alara answered flatly and casually.

"Read a book to sleep...?" Alaisa did not believe. Not Alara bangat. "When did you read the book to Ra...?" Ask Alaisa. "What books do you read anyway.so I'm Ra."Connect Alaisa again while trying to check Alara's bag.

"What if I like to read La...?" Tukas Alara was a little upset. "There's no harm in adding to my knowledge of La." Follow Alara again.

"Knowledge of love...?" Alaisa said as she lifted Alara's book from her bag.

"Love you because of God"

You're in love with Ra...? Same who...? Can you move on Ra...?" Alaisa said by asking a lot of questions.

"Iii Lo why the hell." Timpal Alara was slightly upset and hid the sense of being back churned in his chest.

"Tell me the same dong Ra." Pinta Alais. "I thought I was your only friend you didn't tell Ra." Alaisa continued with a face hoping that Alara would tell her.

"Later you will know La. Just wait a minute." Answer Alara. "Wait..., why did you enter the class of Mr. Salman La...?" Alara then realized that they were learning the same course.

"Yes, I just took this class, too, Ra." Alaisa said casually.

"But why...? It's an Arabic course La...!" Alara was half shocked. "What...., you moved to my major La...?" Connect Alara.

"Yes didn't move either Ra's time. I'm a language major. Automatically learn many languages dong, yes even if only basically aja. This semester there is an Arabic course. That's why I'm taking the same schedule as you Ra, let's have one more class." Alaisa replied with a smile.

"Oo. I think you're right to move to the science of hadith." Alara.

"Yes Ra. The language department has dizzy me Ra. I want to go to Hadith Science. Add my brain rupture Ra. You know for yourself, my brain isn't as good as yours." Alaisa.

"Yes too." Alaisa said while laughing small, softened alaisa. "I go home first, la, if you want to be on campus it's up to you La." Connect Alara as she passes leaving the room.

"But.., about the book, how was Ra, when was Ra... (Call Alaisa while yelling) I wonder now Ra." Alaisa said again.

Free Alaisa shouted, because Alara had gone far from the room where she studied.

A few minutes drive to the house, arriving at Alara's house was shocked by the surprise that made Alara Shock instantly. Because he saw his mother had returned to Indonesia for two years living in America and left Alara alone in Indonesia, in a big house but there was not the slightest warmth felt if in it.

"Mama." With a confused face and less happy with the arrival of his mother.

"Al..., my goodness, this is really you Alara...?" Said mama Alara while fumbling Niqab in Alara, with a happy face and still can not believe now her son is wearing Niqab. "Mama is happy for you dear." Follow Mama Alara again while hugging Alara tightly.

Alara did not respond to the embrace of her mother. "Why go home ma. Where he went, not because you chose to live in America to be free from the rules in Indonesia." Alara said as she took off her mother's embrace, then walked up the stairs to her room.

"Al... Al... Alara...!!" There was the sound of mama Alara screaming from the middle room. "Al.. We talk first, son, I want to talk a lot with you Al." Follow mama Alara again.

Alara reached her room, she took off the Niqab she was wearing, then threw her body onto the bed. Alara was crying because she could no longer hold back her tears. Angry, upset and sad combined to be unbecoming. Feeling tight in Alara's chest. A splash of the past began to approach him. Slowly and slowly. The wounds of the past that Alara does not want to remember and is one of Alara's greatest fears throughout her life.

...Seriate...