Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 7

Since the day I first set foot in the mosque of my former lover. I come there often. This is the third day where I come to the mosque where every day there are veiled women who teach to teach children.

I didn't come in blatantly, I just watched from the car. To be honest, I still have no reason to go there directly. I only entered the mosque when the adzan maghrib reverberated.

The more I come here the more I admire the figure of a veiled woman who knows what her name is. The woman was very motherly even though if I guessed her she was still a little far below me.

I know she's motherly because if I'm concerned the kids are very close to her. I glanced at the watch in my smooth hand. Fifteen more minutes of adhan maghrib will be heard soon. I got out of the car and will join the kids.

I like to see those who are diligent like that, seeing them is like being nostalgic in the past. I intend to get acquainted with them and their teachers as well of course.

They all dispersed after I stepped a few steps. I approached the veiled woman I thought she was always returning the table of former children.

"Why not tell the kids to help them clean up? Let them also learn to help others" I said, returning to help him a second time.

"Familiar with greetings first aki." He said that by not diverting his activities.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Vaalaikumsalam. They were too small for me to ask for help. This table is big. It must be heavy for them. Thanks for helping me again."

"Either. May I know your name?" ask me carefully.

"Why do you know my name?"

"If you don't know a name, it means you don't know. If you don't know, you can't love, right?"

"I'm sorry this isn't a woman you can date. Don't give me a fight like you give a fight to Diana or any other woman. Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

Just incredible! I think I misstep. It's okay, this actually makes me more curious and more will pursue it. Such a woman's heart seems a little difficult to conquer, there must be a little extra struggle to get it.

I don't know if this is love or not. But based on what I know, the traits people fall in love with are the same as I feel. Even the feelings that come up every time I stare at or get close to him the longer it feels real.

But my logic still does not accept that this is a feeling that arises because of love. Just this time, my heart and my logic didn't go hand in hand. And it confused me how to act.

I walked over to the kids playing. I'll approach them to find out who their teacher is. Honestly, I really admire him who has a noble profession. There's something I can be proud of if she's my wife. Whahuh? Wife? Too far away Bari, you just admire not loving. There's no way you're in love with a woman whose eyes are all you can see. My logic is starting to come back.

"Hi sweet boy" I said to a white boy.

"Yes om? What's up?" tannya

"Om all right, whose name is your teacher njai?"

"Mom Arumi."

"Bu Arumi how is it? He means he's nice, likes to joke, what's grumpy?"

"Well, Arumi was never angry, but rarely joked too. Better just ask everything the same Caca. That's the kid who wears the pink hijab." The little boy gave advice and showed me a boy named Caca.

"Why should you ask him? You are the same."

"Whoa om. Caca...."

"Ikhsan, take ablution ya. Prayer will begin immediately" said the veiled woman who had been standing behind us.

"Yes mom. If you'll excuse me, yes." The boy named ikhsan ran after I nodded my head.

"Well, can I help you?"

Why is that what he asked? Why don't you ask me where I know his name is from? And why does he always have me Aki? I remember saying my name when I first met at this mosque.

"My name is Bari, Arumi. Call me Mas Bari."

I intentionally teased him. I wonder if Arumi will blush embarrassed by my temptation like any other woman. Even though I didn't see his face, I could definitely find it from his eyes staring at the floor. It will certainly be clearly illustrated also from the body gesture later.

"Please look at the opposite sex who is not the mahram, aki. Not to add to the sins that have been many."

The answer is very unexpected. For the second time I failed to make himself fly. Why is it so hard to get close to him, my mind is already getting upset.

"Mas Bari, Arumi. Don't call me aki" I protested with pressure.

"alright. It is time to pray. Excuse me."

With no sin he turned and walked away. I was not satisfied with our conversation just now. I would love to know him more. Do not ask what the reason is, because not all things need a reason let alone an explanation.

One more new fact that I know, it turns out the chanting of sacred verses that every day I hear Maghrib is the voice of Arumi. I just found out yesterday. I ventured to peek in order to dispel my curiosity. Arumi deserves a thumbs up to share her voice. His voice while speaking, sholawat and teaching are very different though in the same subtle and gentle tone.

I'm not going anywhere after Maghrib. I deliberately sat down near Arumi and listened to her beautiful tone. Today, I deliberately intend to record her merdunya voice. I don't know, I felt comfort and my heart warmed when I heard the woman teach me.

At 19:30

"Assalamu'alaikum Arumi," my broom that has started to follow his habit.

"Getishalight."

The woman continued walking without seeing me the slightest item. It's okay, I know now what's the reason why he's like that.

"Want me to drive home?

"No need for Bari. I can go home by myself, thanks for the offer."

A bari? Oh, my God, he just called me Bari. Why does it sound so good in my ears? I stopped my steps because of Arumi's call. Looks like my brain has moved a little from its place. Since when was my name called and it sounded friendly.

"Arumi wait," I shouted following his swift steps.

"It's night. It's not good if we walk alone like this."

"That means noontime?"

"No."

"Because it's not the mahram?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then let me marry you."

Deg deg deg

Fucking mouth shit! I can say it smoothly and without sin.

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