Langinese. Me, You, and a Wound
What is Wrong 1
"He didn't mean it, Key."
Lian's tone was slow, he did not need to lather with Surah At-Taubah verse 108 which explains about the Mosque, nor the seventeen verse in the same surah. Simply propped up his chin and half glanced at the lowered Key. Lian could see Key's lips quivering and seemed to imply the same conjecture in Lian's mind.
"So that's probably her caliph, you yourself know that there's no religion whatsoever—"
"That teaches evil to its adherents? Any mistake of a religious person should not look and then blame on his religion? That's the meaning you wanted to say to that woman, isn't it? I know, Lian, but why? Was that not bad? As if placing the most despicable Christians and kept away despite just being in a Mosque!"
Key can't hold. She even used the word "Christian" instead of her name, as an affirmation that the woman would behave similarly to a non-Muslim. Severely unconsciously his teary eyes had released a clear liquid. It's a shame, he's not El who just read a book can mehek. Key rubbed the rough, then stomped his feet and then stepped. The rain slightly subsided, Lian hurriedly chased after him.
Lian used two hands over her head like avoiding rain. His body slightly bent and half ran. Surprisingly when near Key, he immediately moved his hand on Key's head as if facing rain. Key snorted, his face mixed with rainwater made him a little relieved. It was more than enough to cover the tears.
"Don't come any closer!" Key moved away, Lian aligned her body beside him.
"It's not good to rain, Key."
Lian's hand hasn't moved over Key's head. Key did not turn away one bit.
"Later sick, "he continued. Key doesn't care. If it hurts, it's not a reason Key should stop liking the rain. Do not think Key is not enough money just buy an umbrella or raincoat when traveling. He chose to get wet rather than let it rain without giving it coolness. The drops were like dew grains that always kept him calm, and even wasn't it good for a warming chest?
"You've had your period or your period, haven't you, Key?"
Hey, brash! He's really disrespectful. What does it mean to ask such a thing? If only Jo had asked, perhaps Key's cheeks would be reddish like a boiled crab, but this time it was his eyes that were ready to jump and claw out the owner of the speech earlier. Surprisingly, Lian smiled.
"A lot of people are watching us, Key, it's near your Papa's shop."
Lian glanced around as if affirming that those people could have just reported to her parents. His body was already running towards the motor and Key was following.
"Where are you going, Key. I can drive you."
"No need!" His tone was crisp but then continued, "the area of Chileungsih. You're still working."
"I can ask your father for permission, the time of prayer is also not limited, he appreciates me no matter how long he faces God."
"You want time corruption?" That's a question, but it's more like an accusation in the way Key instantly folds his hands in front of his chest. Lian raised her eyebrows. Is Key still mad at the woman or now at her?
"It's not corruption, Key, I just want to make sure everything's okay. You're more valuable than anything in your family. Your father can't be mad if I take a long time to drive his daughter."
"It's still raining, the road is getting slippery and your eyes seem to be glimmers. It's not good to drive yourself."
Key snickered, he took the helmet and handed it to Lian.
"You're the one who used it, Key. Your hair's too wet, and you won't be ticketed in that area, will you?"
Key replied with a hand that was directly wearing a helmet. He took a position behind Lian. This guy's too smart to make Key not much of a reason. He did not even force Key to wear a raincoat like he was covered in a silver coat. More ways earlier, Lian did not say directly that Key was crying and emotions were worried about driving himself, but enough with the reason for flickering.
They were silent for a few minutes on the way. Key simply hugged his own body while speaking coldly.
Hey especially with that question? Key suddenly wanted to overwhelm Lian with a thousand blows of anger, but Lian hurriedly seasoned him with crisp laughter and soft speech.
"I just want to know, Key."
"Why indeed? You think I'm a kid who hasn't gotten any signs of maturity? Don't think because I play rain is considered childish!"
"But you're calling out cold."
"Berseru doesn't mean fear."
"Yes-yes I understand. That means you've actually been menstruating, right? Hm ..."
Lian shut up for a second. It slightly slows down the speed of the motor just be careful of slippery roads that sometimes splash water. The street vendor was right on the side of the road. Lian paused for a bit and offered, but Key refused and they continued again.
"Our religion knows there is a holy name, Key, both from the puerperium and menstruation, and for anyone who has not been holy from menstruation or puerperium is prohibited from entering the Mosque before holing up. No matter who it is, in my village even menstruating Muslim women are not allowed to enter the mosque."
"But I'm not mens."
"Maybe true, but you used to have your period and not take a big shower, right?"
Key frowned. A little bit started to understand where they were going. But Key was silent. It does not matter what a big bath is, is it enough to use tens of liters of water and soap as much as the meaning of the word.
He did not just accept the attitude of the woman. His hand checks and words are still lingering in Key's memory. And now it's like a movie round in plain sight. Key snorted, Lian quite smiled without Key seeing.
"Okay, now I ask. What did your mother do after the prayer and when you met her?"
Ordinary, nothing but to find Mama's hand which then Key kissed, also Mama's nose which then stuck on Key's forehead and cheeks. Mama even sometimes holds Key in a state of still mukena. It was clarity that immediately came to Key's mind, but he chose silence even with a sharp answer, "I don't want to talk about it anymore!"
Key scratched the helmet-covered head. A little itchy. Perhaps the effects of rain and water fleas, or it could be because he felt uncomfortable with their conversation.
"Why was the helmet scratched, Key?"
"My head is gatel."
"If the gatel's gonna take the helmet off first."
"You think that if your ass is a cattle you'll also open your pants, huh?"
Lian suddenly ngerem, Key's body was pushed forward. The words were very disrespectful but were spoken lightly on Key's lips. Lian's eyes until half a glance, Key himself realized. But Key was too upset and wouldn't talk. Lian finally returned to the vehicle without comment.
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A bit too, yeah. Uh but the previous scene, No SARA, right? Ndak dong, yes. Wong really isn't for that. Yuk tah😊
