DUSK PAINTING

Chapter 9. The Room 202

The journey to the hotel located in the city center was constrained by traffic jams because there was a tow truck was evacuating a mini bus that overturned and crossed the road after the accident 1 hour ago. Mizyan turned on the audio, looking for a radio channel that plays easy listening songs to eliminate the feeling of loneliness and silence when the process of opening the door closes. He also sent a message to Oji if it is likely to be late to arrive at the hotel.

Sure enough, he arrived 20 minutes late. As soon as he got out of the elevator on the 12th floor, his phone rang.

"Gue's on the 12th floor." Mizyan replied without saying anything, because Oji who contacted her must have asked her about her position.

A room door seemed to open with a casually dressed man appearing in the doorway welcoming the presence of Mizyan who stepped closer.

The two clashed against each other and embraced. Long time does not meet make the two look happy, punching each other's shoulders accompanied by laughter. Even Oji blatantly praised Mizyan for her many physical changes.

"Welcome to my paradise, brother Michael!" Oji spread out his hands to let Mizyan into the room where he was staying.

The music of the DJ is heard even though it is not too loud so as not to disturb other guests or get a reprimand from the hotel officer. One bottle of wine was presented on the table with one shot glass still cupped, while the other looked wet used.

Mizyan stared at the entire spacious room. But he didn't catch anyone else but himself and Oji.

"When are you from Singapore?" Mizyan looked at Oji who was shaking his head following the rhythm of the music. He took out two cans of soft drink from the refrigerator and put them on the table.

"Yesterday, bro." Oji dropped the body on Mizyan's side while flipping the glass and opened the lid of the wine bottle.

"Stop." Mizyan held back Oji's hand which was about to pour the drink into the empty glass that was supposedly for her. "I don't drink."

Oji looked at Mizyan with a wrinkled forehead then shortly laughed off. But suddenly stopped his laughter after seeing the sharp look on his friend's face.

"Seriously." Mizyan nodded her head. He even asked Oji to turn off the music to speak freely.

"It's not fun." With a grumble, Oji grabbed his phone, turned off the playlist and bluetooth connected to the home theater.

"Gue has become a convert. More than that." Mizyan began the story with her back resting on a sofa cushion while on foot. Oji did the same while drinking.

"I've changed my name. Mizyan Abdillah." He showed the SIM to the front of Oji's face so that his friend would believe more.

"Lo's turn into a convert because of girls. Aren't you?" Oji. He picked up a cigarette on the table. Offering her a stick, but Mizyan shook her head. Then turn over one can.

"Gue has stopped smoking" he continued while receiving a can of soft drink from Oji's hand. Crsss, the sound of soda foam is heard when the lid of the drink is opened.

Making Oji round his eyes with a lip motion to say the word 'wow' without sound.

"Lo bener's. A hijab-wielding girl has guided me." Mizyan continued the story of her hijrah process.

"It's true."

"Hold you, don't cut it." Mizyan glared at his eyes while punching Oji's arm. "My love was rejected. But from there my heart grew stronger to change."

"Islam is my faith, my voice, my choice." Mizyan said with great decisiveness and confidence.

Oji seemed to be twirling the empty glass in his hand, not commenting on the firmness of the last sentence Mizyan said.

"Life is a choice." Oji breaks the silence created. A puff of cigarette smoke clumps in the air which then breaks and disappears leaving the scent of tobacco. "And I enjoyed mylife."

"We're still friends, right?" Oji leaned his clenched hand towards Mizyan.

"Sure." Mizyan replied to a fist. Sipping a cold soda refresh the throat.

Prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok.

Three claps of Oji's hand shocked Mizyan because 2 sexy women emerged from the bathroom and sat together on the same sofa in the middle of them. Making Mizyan stand up and stare fiercely at Oji.

However, Mizyan's arm restrains Oji, who appears to be getting drunk. "Sshh, woles bro. We're just chatting with the angels."

"Do you remember Cindy and Carla?" lajut Oji with a grinning smile while touching the chest of the woman who encapsulated his shoulder.

"Heh Michael, I came here on purpose for the same fun. The reunion or what's his name." Oji looked more and more transparent with the movement of his hands peeling behind the mini skirt worn by sexy women named Cindy who deliberately more and more patted her body with a challenging chest.

"Price me dong, bro. Tonight we will enjoy the paradise of the world. Sumpeh I will..." Oji makes finger-lock movements of the mouth.

If in the past Mizyan would laugh at the fun behavior of his clubbing friends and make up for disarming in public. After all, who enter the elite club are only certain people and thick wallets of course. So it does not matter even though it is a spectacle material because they are not ashamed to do so. But the sight he saw now gave another reaction. Disgustedly.

He tries to prevent Oji from doing more. But the friend who had been slipping his hand violently and invited Cindy to go to spend the night, complete the desire in the bathroom. Mizyan and Carla both sat on different couches.

Without a word, Mizyan grabbed a leather jacket draped on the single sofa, but her head suddenly dizzy and could not successfully put the jacket with black on her body. He closed his eyes trying to brush off the dizziness that made his way stagger.

"****." He cursed while hitting his hands into the air. Not expecting the soft drink packaging cans given Oji already mixed with drugs.

"My dear, Michael." Carla hugs Mizyan's body from the back. "It's nice to be able to hug you again."

Mizyan refused as Carla led her to the bed. He was tormented with dizziness and drowsiness that whack. But as much as possible, he kept consciousness.

"Cara, please. Don't do!" Mizyan held the hand of the woman in the material-deficient clothing that would open her trouser belt.

"You look dizzy, baby. Sleep, baby, let me play."

O Allah.

Mizyan put the name of her Lord in her heart. Praying to survive the pitfalls that will befall him.

Hasbunallah Wani'mal Vice Ni'mal Maula Wani'man Nasir.

Abah's advice as he walked out of the dawn mosque yesterday suddenly filled his head.

"Pronounce the phrase dhikr to ask God for help when we are in trouble, caught in the wiles of the wicked."

Mizyan recited in her heart many times while keeping her consciousness, against the eye that wanted to be tightly closed due to the attack of drowsiness.

Suddenly, he became empowered to get up and remove the woman from her body. Making Carla strayed and supine on the bed with a mini skirt exposed shows the contents.

"Carl. I still have the heart not to hurt you." Mizyan growled, holding back angrily with a hand that pointed towards that seductive beautiful face.

"Take good of my words."

"My name is Mizyan Abdillah. No more Michael Cornelius."

"Our relationship is only the past."

"Don't tease me anymore!!!"

He comes out of the room leaving Carla shivering in fear as the anger of her former one night stand date looks terrible. As if he was ready to eat it alive.

Brugg.

Mizyan slammed the door of the hotel room violently full of anger. Leaving a sexy woman ready to heat up the night selflessly. He drove the car without direction with consciousness still remaining. It is impossible to return to the pesantren in such a state of chaos. The important thing now is to get away from the hotel. Go abandon the behavior of that damned friend.

Dizziness and drowsiness become more severe and can no longer be held back. He stopped his car to avoid an accident. Wherever this was, he was clearly aware that his car had turned into a housing complex without any guard. And then he dazed in front of the fence of people's houses. Unconscious anymore.