Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 6

I was sitting next to one of the handsome boys in my opinion. The boy looked at me with a gaze filled with question marks.

"Om want a njai?" tanyakanya.

I just nodded my head and gestured to shut up and listen to the teacher in the hospital.

I refocused my eyes on the face covered with a veil. Don't ask me how my heart is. Of course he's not okay. I suspected that I was in love for the first time. However, on the other hand I still try to deny it. I always convinced myself that I might just be amazed by her beautiful voice and eyes.

The woman seemed to be unaware of my presence. He's still focused on his religious songs, I'm going to focus on him. In the next second, he unintentionally set his sights on me, and as he had, he again lowered his gaze from me. It's okay, I can still enjoy his voice that can hypnotize me.

"Alhamdulillah. To this day finish up here huh kids. Tomorrow we meet again. Yuk take ablution first, do not scramble yes. Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

All the little children scattered to a special place of ablution. Leaving me still sitting on the edge of the mosque terrace. While the veiled woman tidied the table used to teach earlier. I quickly helped him.

"Thank you" he said after all the tables were neatly arranged where they should be.

The woman hurriedly entered the mosque, out of reflex from where I blocked her hand and at high hand speed she brushed my hand away, as if disgusted as I touched.

"I'm sorry aki, not mahram" he said in a soft tone.

"Akhi's? I'm Bari. Not aki-aki. You don't see I'm young like this?" I asked with a little bow to show my face like this Korean opa. However, the woman turned her face in any direction. Strange woman.

"Akhi is a call to a Muslim brother. Not a name, excuse me assalamu'alaikum."

"Eh wait. Why the rush?" I just follow his steps.

"Preparation of maghrib prayers."

He resumed his steps. This time I'm not chasing him anymore. I just stared at his back which was getting further and further away. Despite wearing loose-fitting, covered clothes I'm sure she has a sexy body.

As I was about to get back in the car, I ran into a man who might be the same age as me. The man smiled and I reflexively did the same.

"Why did you get back to the mosque?" ask him kindly.

I was confused as to what to answer. There's no way I'm saying I've long since abandoned my duties as a Muslim. I will be insulted later.

"No, I just want to take ablution. Yes wudhu, it's just that I'm confused where the place is."

"There," replied the man, pointing out the place I was looking for with his thumb. He showed that he was very polite.

I nodded thanks and then walked to the ablution place that I had known since the children disbanded earlier. Walking in doubt, am I sure of what I'm doing? Do I really want to do the same worship as before?

"Om let's wudhu. This queue," protested the little boy behind me.

"Eh yes. Long queue yes. Sorry-sorry," I tried to be friendly.

Seeing them reminds me of my childhood. Never once did I miss a lecture unless there was an important and urgent family matter. I had so longed for a happy childhood and no burden of life, that I knew only pleasure and laughter.

When I was about to enter the mosque, there was a little boy who accidentally hit me. He was playing with his peers. I like kids and try to be friendly with them. I don't know, suddenly I feel comfortable here. In a place that has not taken my feet for a long time to step on the floor.

Surrounded by many small children, and I looked at the adhan that I had long ignored suddenly made my heart warm.

"I'm sorry, not intentionally" said the little boy a little scared.

"It's okay." I crouched down to be on level with him, watching his face closely. Very beautiful at her young age. The highlight of her beautiful eyes reminded me of the figure of a veiled woman who honestly made me curious.

I wanted to deny my heart, but I couldn't. I admit, a woman dressed in such a cover is not my type. However, when I met and saw the veiled woman from a close distance made what I did not like either disappear. For the first time I was curious about such a woman.

"You're so beautiful, what's her name?" my ask while pinching her chubby cheeks.

"Light. Commonly called Caca."

"Well, that's pretty. Who are you here with?"

I nodded before he ran away. I really feel a comfort that I haven't felt for a long time. Maybe after this I will come here often in the afternoon.

Thankfully, I did not forget the order of prayer. Even his prayers I remember. Tired of regrets at this time, I forgot that my father needed a prayer from his son. And I never did that.

My memory goes back to the childhood that often played with my father, often taking me for a walk after I deposited a short letter to him. My lips smiled bitterly remembering that.

"Is it okay, sir?" ask the man who had met me before ablution.

"No mas. Just missing someone" I replied smiling.

"Send a prayer. That person will definitely feel the longing for you. Neither those that are gone nor still exist, will surely feel the impact of mas prayer."

"Is that so? Thanks for the information, even I just found out now."

"Asalamualaikum," he said after nodding his head and leaving his seat.

"Getishalight."

Before I left, I sent Al Fatihah to my father. I hope this prayer of mine gets to him and has a good impact on the deceased up there.

I looked back, the quiet atmosphere made me want to leave. When I stepped a few steps, my eyes accidentally saw the man who was holding a small child that I had been able to meet.

So that pretty little boy is that mas's kid? He said the same with his mother. Why am I thinking that. I continued my steps to exit the mosque. I faintly heard the chanting of the voice teaching from the line of female shoft. I deliberately stopped my steps to hear the chant of the Holy Quran recited in a soft voice.

I sat back down and leaned against one of the pillars. My heart warmed again and over time my eyes became heavy and finally I fell asleep in a sitting position. When I closed my eyes I could still hear the holy verse being read. Not long after, I heard nothing.

"Mas, I woke up."

I felt something shake my shoulders and speak near my ears. I woke up and looked around.

"I'm sorry I overslept" I said.

"It's okay. He looks tired too. It is time to pray Isya mas."

"Thank you, I'll take ablution first."

I quickly walked out and checked my expensive device. A call from mom. And apparently there has been no news from the mother to ask for a pick up or any message. There are only dozens of messages from my only lover, Mila. I'll ignore it, let me reply later.

"Well still here, ma'am? Didn't go home?" ask the man who met me an hour ago.

"His intention was to go home, but overslept," I replied with a chuckle.

"A long journey?"

"No really. My home is not far from here. I live in a cattle complex, you know?"

"Know, people's territory is all that money. My mother's friend lives there too. How can I fall asleep is the story?

" I heard someone read the Qur'an. Her voice was beautiful, melodious, gentle, I was very enjoying and subconsciously fell asleep."

"Oh it must be a sound...."

"Bang here, there's a need for a minute."

I almost knew who the owner of that soft sweet voice was. The man I didn't even know his name was already called by someone. I walked back to the ablution water.

Just saying the shahadah lafaz there was a voice that again disturbed my ears and disperse my concentration.

"Caca," cried the woman but in a soft and delicate tone.

The caca? With a long-veiled woman that I did not know the shape of her face because of squatting back to me. Is that his mother? His posture is like....

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