JUST A CRASH - BUTTERFLY CROSSING

18. Someone's story

Shuji walks a step behind Jingga, treading the trail that left. If the snow had fallen, surely the trail would have been visible. Shuji can't wait for winter to come.

The winter before, he didn't remember the truth. It may be fun, or it may not be fun. But since he does not remember, it is certain that the events that occurred in the winter yesterday were ordinary, right.

Shuji wanted to immediately hug his own jacket, the jacket that was wearing an orange on his waist, he felt that the woman's waist turned out to be so slender. His arms can wrap around him in one hug.

Shuji knew his mind would run further, but this was not the time. Orange can be so sensitive at unexpected times— will be berabe if the woman realizes the contents of Shuji's true head.

“Eh?” The orange in front of him stopped suddenly.

“What's up?”

“This.., I didn't know there was a mosque?”

“Masjid?” the word sounded foreign in Shuji's ears. The orange may have touched him but he doesn't remember. Even so, seeing an enthusiastic look on the face of the Orange, Shuji offered. “You're here?”

“... Can?”

Hearing that sweet question, Shuji could not help but smile.

“Of course you can, what not?”

“....” Orange was silent for a second before waking up and explaining. “I mean, this is my place of worship. It's not that I asked permission to visit—ah, it's not that...,”.

“I know, I was just kidding.” Shuji crunched his sentence. “I'm also curious as to what ‘kuil’ where you worship. But I'm afraid your stomach hurts again.”.

“Same does not hurt!”

“Yakin?” Shuji was sure that Jingga did not pretend to be sick because the woman's face paled. But seeing his energy reappear, Shuji doesn't want to eliminate it. “Well come on,”

The two entered the street, passing a wooden sign with a dome. Since this area was deserted, this alley also looked deserted. There are only closed shops and bicycles that are free. Shuji did not expect that he would find a mosque with a large courtyard inside this alley.

“...Wow...,” Orange round eyes see the scenery in front of him.

“It looks like this is not a real mosque.” Comment Shuji.

“Means?” The orange that heard it was curious.

“It looks like this homeowner allocates a little part of his house as ‘masjid’,”

In front of the two stands a traditional house with a spacious yard filled with greenery. It is impossible for someone to turn a place like this into a mosque. Adherents of beliefs such as Orange are not many, although there are, this area is too quiet. In addition, this house needs a high cost to maintain it.

Maybe if you rent it can, but if you buy. smart people will choose a more crowded area.

The two walked in, passing a pebbled path that was split in two by a fish pond in the middle. The orange sees the wooden sign symbolizing women and men in each direction.

“This place is very beautiful... I want photo.” But Orange held back, because in front of the pool there is a statement that the owner does not allow this place to be photographed and distributed.

“It seems right you said, this place is still private property.” Orange Word.

“But why are men and women separated?” shuji asked suddenly.

“Ah?” Orange blinked eyes. “...Because.., there is a female part that should not be seen by men. And.., maybe if put together they will not focus on worship.”

“Maybe?” Could it be that someone came to the mosque and not for worship?

The more he listened, the more Shuji wondered. Didn't these people come to worship God? Is there a difference between a man and a woman in the eyes of God during worship? Shuji understands the concept of ‘all creatures are the same in front of their creator’.

“You don't know?” Pure Shuji asked, but his hands were already folded in his chest.

“I know, I know,” Orange repeats with a little panic. “But I can't explain it. Even though I don't know, I'm sure there's an answer out there.”

“Out there?”

“...I'm not very knowledgeable about deep topics..”.

Shuji blinked twice. “I think this question is simple.”

“The body must be holy. So any thing that can stain this ‘kesucian’ should be avoided.”

“If men and women are mixed, there will likely be a desire that sown in it, and the concept of worship so impure again.” Shuji concludes a decent answer that he thinks is mediocre.

“But I can't get in.” Orange added.

“Why?”

“Because.. period-ku,”.

“Oh..., oh?” Shuji tilted his head. “Is menstruation rated as something dirty?”

“Trust no.” Orange frowned. “Menstruation is natural, not dirty. All that's left is dirty blood. So, yeah..”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them. Orange and Shuji stopped the chatter and turned around.

Seeing three tourists who are not familiar Orange characteristics. Plus, they speak their mother tongue!

Seeing a woman in a hood, made one of the three tourists excited and approached.

But Shuji was already blocking in front.

“Eh?”

“Shuji, they seem to be tourists from my country.” Orange whispers behind Shuji's back.

“Do you know them?”

Orange as understand the direction of Shuji's question. “..No.”

“Means stranger.” Knot Shuji.

“But they don't seem to speak a local language. I want to help them.” The orange understood Shuji's innards and he could only explain it slowly.

“Hm..." Shuji thought for three seconds. "All right.”

“Hai?” Orange starts after Shuji pulls over.

Three nervous young women with the figure of Shuji immediately sumringah as Orange greeted.

“I didn't expect to see anyone I here!” a short-haired and hated girl exclaimed. His two friends wore scarves and twin jackets were yellow and green, respectively.

“Why are you here?”

“Ah, sis, we stray actually.” The yellow jacket answered in embarrassment. “My name is Wika, by the way. The green jacket of my sister, her name is Prita. This one's my friend..,”

“I Ghea.”

Orange does not hold back his smile and welcomes the enthusiasm of the three, “Call just Orange.”

“Kak actually we got it wrong down.”

“Huh?”

“Yes, so we should get off at station X to meet our guide. But we got caught and we had a chance to deal with the station attendant. We do not understand how to order the ticket, finally my friend said to just wait.. later picked up.” Ghea explained. “But we are hungry, finally we search for halal food through the search engine. But we're straying here.”

“But why get to this area..?” As far as Jingga was concerned, she did not see any train stations around the mosque.

“Because there is a dome shape, we just come here! Haha!” Ghea exclaiming.

“Ahem!” Shuji cleared his throat and pointed at the volume-fried wooden board.

“G-gomen.”  Wika grinned while apologizing and the three girls stood still like embarrassed princesses.

“This is indeed a place to pray, but it seems that it has still local people here.”

“Keren.!”

“Ah, and here can not be photos.” The word orange reminds, clearly understand the impulses of tourists from his country who always want to photograph all kinds of things. Because the description on the board was written in local language, he explained it.

“You don't understand the language here?”

“Ahem, we only know the simple ones, sis. But if it's writing, it's giving us up. Dazed eating to order a ticket."

"How's that driver?"

"He had a sudden call he said, but it should be done by now. It's just that, from where he came here he said for quite a while, he didn't want to pick us up and blame us for the train's bablas being too far away. So he told us to book our own ticket.”

“You guys are still friends?”

“Iya, we went for a walk here because we have friends here, brother. He said he wanted to guide us. But instead, he said to order his own ticket. Let's learn said.”

“...” that friendship. Although a bit frivolous, if he could comment. Orange then turned to Shuji and explained.

“Oke, then I'll travel first.” Shuji can't stand here and sculpt. After being convinced these three people were harmless, Shuji entered a stone walkway that led to the male area.

“We sit there first, yes.” Jingga invited her three to sit on a nearby park bench.

While Jingga helps the three buy tickets and related administrations, Shuji enjoys his time strolling around. He checked the clock, “Ten minutes should be enough.” But Orange will definitely chat, so maybe fifteen minutes.

Door in sliding. The room is usually layered tatami it on a smooth carpet override. Shuji reads the inscription on the entrance, stating that he must wash his feet before entering.

Without a word Shuji followed. A few meters from the entrance, stands three waist-high pillars with water faucet channels that seemed to be built not long ago because the theme is not connected with this traditional house. Each pillar there is a script ‘bersuci’ ordinance that must be done before worship. Since he came here to waste time, Shuji read it and just washed his feet.

The path is connected to the worship room earlier with marble stone which again does not fit the theme with this house.

Shuji stomped his feet on the carpet and walked around the finished one in just a few steps.

“Begin with?”

Shuji turned to the closet and found a printed book in order. He opened one after another. Of all that he opened, only one had his kanji. The rest were purely Arab which he did not understand.

“Rarely ever have a local visit.”

The sudden voice shocked Shuji. He turned around and found an old man wearing a yukata entering the room. His feet on the carpet looked wet, including his face and hands.

‘Did he take a shower?’  Shuji sneered inwardly, instantly forgetting the writing he had read on the previous pillar.

“You can't hold the book, loh.” The old man said with a thick accent.

“Oh, Sumimasen.” Shuji immediately kept the book back in his hands.

“I've told you to ‘washing’ first, on the pillar have I written the procedure?”

“Eto... I didn't come here for worship." she didn't know that touching the book had to be 'holy' either.

“You're not a Muslim?”

“...Not... may not be.”.

“Huh.” The man picked up the book that Shuji had previously touched. “This Book of the Quran, usually read after prayer.”

“Soukka.” Shuji nodded in order to keep Adab.

“Forget it, you look uninterested.”

“Ah, not so...,” Shuji rubbed the back of his head, feeling awkward which is rare because after all, this is a foreign topic to him. On the other hand he also did not want to offend the old man in front of him.

“This one has a weakening. You can take it home.”

“Eh? For me? Ti-no, no need.” For the first time he stuttered.

“Didn't you open it out of curiosity? Even if I don't know if you're going to read it or not, take it first. If you need to, you won't bother looking. This one I got from the capital. Direct from Islamic head office.”

“But...,” ah, Shuji complains inwardly. Although he said he would learn a little, he did not intend to study seriously.

He wanted to discuss with Orange to spend some time together. If you are to learn by yourself….

“Arigatou gozaimasu.” Perhaps if he was bored, Shuji added in his heart and finally received the Koran wrapped in a cloth bag.

At that moment the phone vibrated. Shuji checks his cell phone, which receives a message from Orange, saying that the woman is done.

“Then I say goodbye first.”

“Hmm.” The man looked at Shuji with somewhat regret. “Alright, I also want to pray.” The man swings his hand, asking Shuji to leave immediately. Though he thought he could attract new people to accompany him worship.

Shuji exited the mosque area, but nothing like his expectations. He thought the Orange affair was completely finished, in fact the three mosquitoes were still standing with the Orange.

“The ticket has been purchased, but I have to take it to the station first because they do not know the way.”

What about the map? Is there a cell phone? Shuji wanted to search with questions, but held back. “Huh.” Shuji did not bother to hide his cynical face on the three people around Jingga.

Seeing him, the orange was not angry. She remembers Shuji when they first met. Cynic, cold, and irritable.

But Jingga knows Shuji is actually a warm person.

“Sorry, yes? Or, you can go home first and I will..,”

“Cannot.” Shuji refused. “Ke station, right?" Shuji pulls the orange phone and checks. "This stop is not far away, so we can walk from here.”

“Good.”

Orange turns to the three tourists and walks in front, leaving Shuji following behind.

Sure enough, they arrived at the station not long ago. But because it is remote, the station is somewhat hidden.

“You remember right, what to ride?”

“We remember.” Ghea. “From here get on the station, get off at the next two stations. After that move the platform and take the train to XX.”

“Then don't know you guys will..?”

“Ask the officer.”

“True, just directly mention the name of the station, later the officer will direct.” Orange glances at the clock on the wall. “The train is still an hour away.”

“Kakak first, we can kok own.” Said Wika.

“You sure?”

The three nodded together firmly. The three of them were actually very happy to meet Jingga and still wanted to chat a lot. Were it not for the men who were with Jingga continuing to glare at them, they would not have separated so quickly.

“Alright then.” Orange does not say much and is very good.

“He's like a real J guy right, that guy?” Ghea started the rumor.

“Looks like yes.”

“Big looking, no, anyway?”

“Malas, jutek gitu.” Bisik Prita's.

“But right..,”

“Sst.” Wika immediately stopped the discussion as they saw the man in question approaching them.

What's up? Are they gonna get hit?

Shuji handed him a plastic bag containing several bread packs that made the three instantly stiff and confused.

Shuji who did not receive an immediate response glared and said while clenching his teeth. “Take, gak.”

Although the three of them did not understand, seeing Shuji's expression and tone, the plastic was immediately accepted by force.

Shuji turned around but stopped for a moment as if remembering. He pointed at the plastic and said straightforwardly. “Ha-lal.” After that he continued walking to the orange waiting for him.

“That's a surprise. Kirain wants to express love.” Ghea gulped. “What's the idea?”

Wika opened the plastic. “Insi bakery.”

There was the sound of swallowing again and in the afterthought of the stomach.

“….Okay, okay, I know you guys are hungry and haven't eaten.”

“I guess Brother Jingga won't remember.” Ghea took a packet of bread and opened it immediately. “I mean, I'll just say as late. Not asking to eat.”

“Em. Very good of them.” Prita chewed the bread solemnly. “There's more delicious bread.”

“Which said the guy was jutek who?”

“For real jutek, right?”

“Cowok Country J is like this huh? Jutek but care. What the hell is his name?” ask Wika.

“What? Tsundere?” Ghea. “So want to search too, nih.”

“You didn't see that male expression when we first appeared?” Wika.

“Eh, I remember. He sees us like he's seeing a flea. Hahaha!” the three then laughed. "I just realized people's expressions can be that lively!"

Wika stopped eating it and opened the app on her phone for a status update immediately. He was going to tell me about his experience today.

“Hah, when was it taken?”

“Hehehe, just now.”

“You're not afraid, huh?” Ghea herself wanted to take a picture. But considering that cynical and cold man, he undoes his intentions.

“You don't understand.” Wika said while sighing. The man actually knew Wika was taking the picture. But Wika gave a signal that was strangely understandable and the man accepted to be in the photo.

In the picture, the man stands side by side with the orange, leaving the station. The male's eyes were so focused that Wika felt envious. Too bad his photo talent can not take the moment perfectly.

“Nothing, my writing talent could replace him.”