CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN
#21
"Sorry..."
His whisper was dazed, his voice defeated in a rustling swallow of leaves.
"I'm sorry Asha...!"
The girl felt that her tongue was groaning, guess - what would Azam do if he did not push her...?
"What do you want me to do...?"
The man restored his black hair to ward off his nervousness.
"none. But you must stay with me Asha. I promise to take care of you...!"
Those words were like Asha's protective magic. He felt his body in a warm feeling. Terlunta - the lunta in the dark forest made her very frightened, and her presence had made her better.
"All right, now listen to me. Do you have anything that can help us survive here...?"
Asha took out a cell phone from the pocket of her dirty dress. It turned out that it was that thing that was able to accompany Asha in this dark forest.
Azam took the phone from Asha's hand.
"I might be able to do something about this thing for mutual benefit. I'll keep it good - good. Wait for the sun to rise I'll dismantle it..."
Asha nodded.
"Sleep, I'm on guard..."
Asha agreed, her body felt crumpled. Azam's jacket was made into a blanket. Warm and fragrant Musk. As soon as her eyes felt heavy, Asha tried to close her eyes and sleep. The girl fell asleep after being awake for years.
Azam stared at Asha's peaceful face while sleeping as if in khahyangan instead of in the wilderness. Phasminanya fell on the leaves. The feminine figure has made Azam want to keep it always.
Azam was aware that the girl was pale and her lips were broken - broken, she intended to find a source of water or any plant that could produce water.
"Where are you...?"
Azam turned his body and Asha was already sitting straight.
"You're looking for water, you wait here...!"
Azam gave an implied order for Asha to continue her rest. But the girl shook her head stubbornly.
"I also have to find water to be safe..."
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All day he had done it, but Azam did not find anything, dismantling Asha's phone did not produce meaningful results. Asking Asha not to disturb him but no tools can help him. It is better to use the time to find food alone, lucky he found a foreign fruit that fell on the ground.
Asha herself never complained and kept up with her way of survival. Once every hour they move exactly new, even though they do not hear the sound of pursuit or signs - the slightest human sign.
At least it has made Azam relieved because there is no need to force the girl to keep running with the very painful leg wound.
Sometimes he caught the girl watching him even though there were no questions he asked if Azam did not rebuke her.
"Why...? Don't try fishing in murky water...?!"
"I can't even fish...!"
Yes greetings.Even his claws are taken seriously.
"Can you, you do it...?"
Azam cut the trunk of a tree and took the water for consumption with Asha if thirst strikes. Feels tasteless, but safe to drink.
"Oh yeah, don't - don't you be a psychic...?"
Azam moved closer and made the girl flutter over his actions. However, Azam's face was flat with no expression. Hard and cold.
"Unfortunately I'm not a psychic..."
"But I'm an intel man, Asha. Eyes - eyes..."
Soft whispers and full of warning.
"And one of my usual tasks is to kill people..."
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Tonight is their second night in the woods. Asha is still trying to find a cell phone signal, but in vain. Azam had warned that stupid thing, but Asha remained indifferent. Thunder men might find it hard to find them, but the fangs of hungry tigers are ready to prey.
Azam sat with a black t-shirt that served as a meal for mosquitoes - ferocious forest mosquitoes. Many times Asha forced Azam to wear his jacket, but he insisted that Asha needed more. Asha finally gave up persuading after the young man glared at her with fierce and sharp eyes.
In front of the fireplace burning wood they warm the body. Murattal Qur'an karim with the chant of the rhythm of the bayati heard from Asha's mobile phone, it was soothing.
Asha watched the young man, who snored silently and ducked. Azam looked different as if revealing his true self. Asha's lips reviewed a smile remembering a story Hanifa often spoke of.
"You are like Hajjah the son of Joseph, Azam..."
Azam frowned, his eyes were faint - stained by the night wind. The softness began to caress his heart.
" Hajjah bin Yusuf was the governor of Iraq during the reign of Caliph Abdul Malik bin Marwah"
"Then what do you want to equate...? I don't work in the Arab government...!"
Over time Asha began to get used to the tone of Azam's voice is stiff and ketus not playing it.
"Imam adz - Dzahabi says that Hajjah is a very tyrannical, ambitious, perfectionist and ruthless leader. Some say, Hajjah has killed approximately 3000 lives...!"
Azam slightly raised his face, presumably he knew the direction of Asha's conversation. Even if the whole world knew the work of Azam, it would not change much.Azam would still bear the predicate of despotic, cruel, ambitious and bad traits mentioned Asha.
"Because of that poor track record, it is rare to hear a good story from Hajjah's life journey. But who would have thought if the figure is a person who is easily touched by reading - reading Al-Qu'an..."
Asha returned Azam's smile.
"Hajjah has another fascinating trait. He's a brave, strategist, and engineer. Eloquent and good at negotiating, and very respectful of the Qur'an. Abu Sa'id relates that Hajjah had preached,
" O Adam's son, now you can still eat. Tomorrow you will be eaten..."
Then Hajjah read Ali Imron's letter a hundred and eighty-five verse, he sobbed his surban. I think this is what is called the language of the Qur'an, this is kalamullah, which can destroy a rock mountain out of fear and submit to Allah...!"
Asha closed her eyes, unexpectedly the girl recited the Quranic verse QS.Al - Hashr.
"If we had sent down this Qur'an to the mountain, you would have seen it bow down in disunity for fear of Allah..."
Azam was stunned, their eyes met on one thrilling shaft.
"My heart is even harder than the mountain, Asha...!"
Azam cast a glance in all directions. Why is it so hard to maintain eye contact with the girl? After Asha recited the meaning of the verse that touched the corner of his heart.
" No, you're lying to yourself. I can see how easily you read the verses of Allah..."
Asha understood, Azam would not be able to know its meaning if he was a layman.
"When was the last time you prayed...?"
Azam, feeling that his mask had been cut open, a voice shook as he replied.
"I don't know....!"
The light was still left in Azam's eyes, because the former still stopped despite being covered in black clouds. Instead of the cloud, it rained.
Asha wanted to restore that light to ward off the bad influences that encased her.
" Then, are you willing to pray isya'ah with me...?"
