IF YOU ARE A FOOL

The Coolness of Wudhu Water

The Maghrib had just been delivered when we entered the door of the mosque. We walked to each other's ablutions. Because I didn't bring a bag, so I put my car keys and cell phone in Dian's bag.

To get out of the ablution place simultaneously. There was a smile on Dian's face. Coupled with the washing of ablution water on the face as well as hair, making the smile feel more fresh. Cold in the heart. Really make adem.

Maybe I'm angry, but on the other hand I'm happy. Happy for the jealousy Dian.

After taking the face, I went into the place of the woman's prayer. From the visible glass Dian occupies the line closest to the curtain. For some reason, my feet purposely headed in the same direction of the curtain. So we stood side by side, just in bed by the curtains.

Apparently not only Dian is made a fool by love, but also me.

Magrib solat finished. One by one, the pilgrims came out of the mosque. I'm waiting for Dian on the outside porch.

Until the priest came out, Dian had not come out.

Isht, do'a what the hell is going on. Long time the son of Mr. ustadz. My grouse in my heart. I have to go back to the pesantren. I just want to call you a child. But it is also impolite to disturb people who are praying. It seems impatient to me.

The next second Dian had already walked out.

"for a long time" he said while sitting next to me.

"banget"

"want to continue talking here, what's back to the cafe? "

" in HP" I reached out with the intention of taking the car keys and cell phone.

"that's it, you can meet"

"it's dark Dian. I want to say the same ummi, what if until there are pesantren people who know my car is parked in front of the village office"

Without any answer even his mouth was in a manyunkan.

"hemmp, put on a sad face. You're wasting your time"

"lock me again, you're the one who snags"

"it's your stupidity that makes me crave"

"and it's our stupidity to keep arguing like this, which makes time go to waste" Dian's face went forward a few inches.

"i don't want anyone else to hug you"

"i'm sorry, yesterday was also unintentional. Maybe so panicked ustadz Billal, want to remember what I use. I'm so serious about crying"

"ok, I'm sorry. I assume it was my fault for being late"

"i wish you were the first person who would calm me down in grief.

But, who knows if there's an ustadz Billal in there"

"you don't pray there? "

"do not. Ustadz Billal there is need with the secretariat of the mosque. That's why I didn't know he was there too"

"alhamdulillah if that's it.

Why did you cry yesterday, until like that? "

"i'll tell you on the phone. We're going home now"

"yes ayok"

Dian quickly turned on the motor and drove towards the Village office.

Arriving there Dian gave up my keys and phone. He then asked me to walk first.

I'm happy, this goodbye Dian came off with a smile. It has been seen again bright facial features that were lazy, unfriendly.

My car entered the pesantren during adzan isya. It wasn't much the night I used to go home. It's just that because it's not purely an activity on campus, my feelings have become unpleasant.

I got out of the car and crossed paths with Siska who wanted to pray together.

"just got home Kay" said Siska.

Then we split in different directions.

I took a shower and Siska came back from the mosque. There's no study tonight.

"have you eaten Kay? "

"boro-boro. The same with the file"

"have we eaten, I'm waiting"

Then you go out to the main house. Unlike usual, the house is empty. There was no Father Yai.

"Kayra, you're home" said ummi.

"iya ummi" I kissed ummi's hand. There is a special coolness when kissing his hands. She is now our second mother.

"ummi cook a little yes. There's an all out show"

"yes, this is enough"

"eating a lot of Kayra, ummi notice you are getting slimmer since more and more activities on campus"

I just smiled a little.

"definitely lack of sleep, eating too often late on campus.

Remind Kayra Sis, if it exceeds the limit. We're family, so we need to remind each other"

While ummi kept advising, there was Siska whose leg kept shaking my leg.

"less to try" he whispered.

"less sambal" I said spontaneously in response to Kayra's whispers.

Ummi was a little confused, because usually I don't like spicy.

"you want sambal, let ummi take it first in the kitchen"

ummi went to the kitchen.

Actually I stopped ummi, saying something else. But not mempan.

"ecie.. is not good what try camer like that"

"uda ah, sprain me later. Another request came out.

You anyway, pity ummi tuh" instantly I was silent because ummi had returned with a bowl filled with sambel.

"if the three eat like this ummi so can pay attention to you guys yes, try if the fit is again together, it is dizzy ummi with the request of the children"

Again, a discussion about Ustadz Billal.

Ustadz handsome, pinter but has not been practiced 🤭, I said in my heart.

Then it turned to questions about my creeping activity, after which about Siska who was secretly closer to ummi. He even told me about his family as well.

The conversation was so long here and there. Not eating rice was full of wind first.

The stomach was screaming.

"yes, we eat ayok" finally, the sentence that was waiting to be said also by ummi.

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Let's leave Kayra for a moment at the dinner table ya gays, let's focus is her stomach.

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