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Haider (Thirteen)

The sound of the roar of the motorbike was so rame in the school yard, Haidar and his other friends had gathered to go touring before the exam, a large bag containing camping equipment they brought each.

"Dar, who are we waiting for?" Asked Jono to Haidar because it was after hours of staying at school but did not leave.

"So, it's complete." Typal Hanan while counting the members who will follow.

"Sorry, I'm late."

All eyes immediately looked at Haidar, they did not believe that the man would invite their teacher to join the touring.

"No papa ko, yes come on ma'am. Afternoon hunt, later to the maleman on the street." Said Haidar while riding his motorbike.

Salma also holds Haidar bag to ride the motorcycle, Haidar wear mogenya because all his friends also wear moge.

"Handle Ma'am." Said Haidar.

Salma held on to the bag Haidar was carrying.

Haidar also drove his motorbike leading the streets.

Many of his friends who bring a girlfriend, because there are dating classmates there are also as dirty as other male friends.

Salma so enjoy the trip, especially the road they pass provides a very beautiful view.

Haidar glanced at Salma from the rearview mirror, his smile expands when Salma is so tightly holding his bag maybe if they are already muhrim Salma will hug his waist is no longer the bag that Haidar deliberately wear for the barrier between himself and Salma, Salma, the beautiful teacher that made Haidar fascinated.

Their journey was quite far away, the sky was already starting to get darker. Haidar also told his friends to stop first to rest and perform prayers for Muslims.

"Our friends pray first for Muslims, and those who are not idolatrous." Said Haidar.

"Ready Dar."

Haidar and his friends also entered one of the roadside prayer rooms he met.

They also prayed magrib congregation before traveling again, because the coincidence of the mosque was not far from the food stall. Haidar invites his friends to fill the stomach because the journey may still be long.

***

At 10 pm they just got to the destination, There are those who immediately set up a tent because they want to sleep. There are also those who directly look for firewood to make a campfire.

Likewise with Haidar, he immediately built a tent for Salma because he saw the woman was so exhausted because the trip was indeed time-consuming.

"It's ready, Mom. I'll just take a break." Said Haidar who approached Salma who was sitting while massaging her achy legs.

Salma looked over, and the tent was already standing.

"Thank you, I'm so tired. Just sit down."

"Yes, I'll just rest." Said Haidar, he also set up a tent for himself after seeing Salma enter his tent, the tent that will be made Haidar contains Jono and Hanan, which will be made, but the two men were looking for firewood to warm up this very cold night.

"The madness, Nan. It's cold."

"Yes bentar sue, this also want me to regret."

Haidar who was setting up the tent shook his head to see the debate between Hanan and Jono.

They also lit a bonfire with a very large fire even very high.

The atmosphere of camping is so crowded by students Bhakti Kencana.

Haidar takes Salma somewhere.

Not far from their tent.

"Where are we going?" Ask Salma.

"Later I'll know." Legally.

Salma followed Haidar's steps, and soon Haidar stopped as well as Salma.

The expanse of twinkling lights shows the city of Pagaralam which is so beautiful seen from the top of this hill.

Haidar sought a clean seat for Salma.

"Sit on the Mum."

Salma also sat on the leaves that Haidar prepared for his seat.

"It's so beautiful."

"Have you ever toured gini-rich?" Haidar asked, Salma only answered with a head prick.

"Means I'm the first dong to step on mom." Say again Haidar.

"Yeah,"

"May I also be the first to always make you happy."

Salma turned to Haidar, they met face to face for a long time. Before Salma again turned his gaze to see the expanse of the city of fencesalam which is so beautiful seen from the top of this hill.

"Why do you keep saying I'm Haidar, when you know I'm your teacher, even My Age is older than you." Salma was serious.

Haidar turned to Salma and saw as Salma had seen.

"Because I really like Mom, not just as a pseudo-love but really sincerely love Mom, I don't care about the age gap between us, even I know that Prophet Muhammad and Siti Khadijah are very far away but they can marry and have children." Obviously Haidar is no less serious.

"But I Am Not Khadijah who so boldly proposed to Muhammad, I am also not Fatimah who loves Ali in silence. I am also not able to be like Zulaikha who loved his god so that he could have the love of Joseph. I'm just an end-time woman who is easily tempted by a romantic flutter or words, whereas I know there's a heart I have to take care of but I'm always baper with your every action."

***

Haidar stared at the ceiling of his tent, the wind blew shaking his tent a little.

The night grew quieter as everyone was already sleeping, Haidar pondered to himself.

Is he wrong to have disturbed Salma's life, how would Salma's candidates feel if they know all that.

Moreover, Salma's last words really make Haidar a dilemma, between happy or sad.

"You know, I have a boyfriend but my heart is happy to be with you. Honestly I am very comfortable close to you, if I am a single woman who has high courage maybe I will be Khadijah who will propose you to be My Imam, but I chose to be Fatimah and let God alone know my heart.

And perhaps I will be the Zulaikha who asks you through the night prayer that I often pray.

If indeed we are paired, no matter how far the distance between us even trials as heavy as anything that befalls us. We'll stay together."

Haidar ruffled his hair, honestly he was very baper with Salma's last words before the woman left.