IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Cafe X

Melan and I continued on to Cafe X.

There we usually spend time just looking for a moodbooster. The place is not far from our house, also the atmosphere of a bright cafe. Because the cafe is generally dim. Here many of us meet young people to relax, there are also while doing the task. So minimize eye zina seeing people dating. At most just wash your eyes, because every time we come here like to choose a table on the terrace with the front position. So that everyone who comes does not escape our sight.

Luckily it is not Sunday night so the atmosphere of the cafe is not so crowded. And again it's almost 9 p.m. The cafe closes at 10 p.m.

No different than usual, we sat at the table on the front porch.

"don't frown anymore" I asked Melan.

"the main transaction" he said

"beres, how much. I won't finish my monthly allowance" I joked.

"Mels......"

While waiting for the food to come, I reopened the conversation.

"yes, what"

Melan is still a jutek

"really. I did not expect that my sister Maryam's family is descended from kiyai, have pesantren as well"

I hope Melan still respects my conversation.

"it's a friend of when"

"when's dad? ummmm, the beginning of college if not wrong. He's the son of a mama's cloth shop owner"

"hmmm..... "

the one being talked to was busy looking right-left, up-down

"the article sister Maryam is simple, friendly, by the way also does not like to wear that arabian"

"that's because he knows you don't speak Hhhhh"

"i'm you, even ngledek"

"that's good, the more knowledgeable that person becomes, the more silent he becomes. Like rice science, the more contained the more down. Not who show off the ability, pretentious arabian even though the ability is also not much"

"hemp, get tired"

"lha, isn't it?! "

"Keep, if like your brother who sent a letter of Arabic writing, even though I already know I will not be able to read. That's what his name is"

"hhhhhhh, if that's cemen. Gentleman. I want to give you a letter, but I don't want to know what it's about"

"hemp, it's right"

"cie who's never gotten a love letter"

"where do you know it's a love letter, just read it can't"

so cool to talk about the food that came from earlier until we just let it go.

"does it seem that I can learn religion as Maryam? "

"learn what, Arabic? tartir, tilawah? don't tell me to get the blessing of the ustadzah"

"uh huh?! whataan.not very.

Don't follow the nyebelin"

"hehe, kidding"

"i did participate in religion on campus, the more I wanted to deepen religious knowledge here. But don't know how, do you want to go? "

Melan did not answer and even close her palm to my forehead as a choco strawberry waffle bahab ordered at the same time 2 servings.

"what the hell is Mel. You're the one who should repent in order to get hida...."

I'm not done talking, someone's coming. After Melan's broken mood, it seems like this time my mood will be broken.

"assalamu'alaikum" said Dian

"waalaikumsalam" I and Melan answered simultaneously. Even if reluctant to the person but answer greetings it must be.

"sister.can be here"

"you're still here tonight. It was right through to see you guys, so I'm the counter-princess"

"yes, it went off the magrib"

"not allowed? "

"yes"

I was just listening to the conversation of the two brothers.

"hay" Dian greeted me

while I was just quiet.

"Kay, why. I just said no end of it" said Melan

"males" I answered briefly as well as jutek

"hemp, I know!

It's Kay, don't go back to the labyrinth. The nyebelin uminya why his son is in cambekin. Not necessarily also his son follow the nyebelin"

"tau ah, you two talk. I'm going to the bathroom"

I left them alone and walked towards the bathroom. I didn't really go to the bathroom. I sat on an empty bench in the corner, which was definitely not visible from the table Melan was sitting on.

"why else did Umi Mel" Dian started interrogating Melan

"that's what? "

"Compare Kayra with Hafsyah"

"oh, yes, Umi said she wanted to go there. But why is he coming with Umi? "

"yes, how do I know. Brother has not gone there, why is the ustadzah still often sowan? "

"Umi is well acquainted with uminya Hafsyah"

ttrrying~ HP Melan

"hot yes, 🔥hot. Tell him to go or I'll sleep in the bathroom! "

"you didn't go to the bathroom, did you?! rudimentary"

a message from Melan I received. I can see as Melan types a reply while smiling to herself.

"sister. go home"

"go ahead with the story"

"i'll call you later. Kayra's hiding, not coming out if you don't go"

the one who was expelled even dyed look to the right-left.

"let me look back"

"sisterkkkkkkk"

melan's hand held back.

"don't be stubborn. I don't want to help you anymore"

the threat of Melan managed to make Dian retreat and rushed away.

"you're cheeping home"

"yes, this is also home"

after Dian's bike is out of sight, I'm out.

With a hotter feeling, so know the woman who was proud of ustadzah was the son of a family in the pesantren Dian first. Clearly, I must have lost judging in terms of religion. Not a worthy opponent, I just mondok not.

"wrapped with leftovers, no appetite"

"it's over, hihihi"

said Melan while widening his eyes.

"just go home" take me.

"you haven't been eaten. Mubadzir's darling left behind"

"make you do it"

"well this child. Replace the badmood"

Melan left me to wrap the rest of the waffle.

There was no such bad day. But why is tonight so upsetting. Was about to leave already made upset, now go home more upset again.

This morning was so exciting.

Perhaps this is a rebuke, that behind joy there must be sadness. So do not overdo in joy. And also do not get stuck in grief.

The storm must have passed.

But this feels like it is soaking wet, cold, shivering struck by lightning too.

When is the end of all this.

Away I can't afford, closer is he still captivated?

Just as I deliberately went into the well hole, can I throw out the hatred that was clearly shown.

The journey home felt further away. Me and Melan were silent. The road is not so crowded, but there is one motorbike from earlier always trying to squeeze. No stranger, who else if not a troublemaker.

Even if it is true that Melan said, not necessarily Dian was also guilty. But my feelings are still hard to adapt. One side asked to get closer while the other asked to stay away.

Actually, there is nothing beneficial for me. Go forward to retreat.

"no why is he still following"

"it's night, you girls"

"but don't need to hide. In back"

I'm just looking away. I need time to overcome my feelings and thoughts, which often start to go out of sync when it comes to RAHARDIAN.

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hay-hay, Kayra's back again.

Ustadzah Zia did it again.

readers coming to gereget??

patience, this is just the beginning. Bu ustadzah will exist more after this.

curious????

curious?????

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