Longing Curtain

Episode 6

"I didn't forget it"

I realized there was something that could not be forced. Life is not just about love but there is more precious family and friends. I am lucky that I have someone who loves me very much. Accept my flaws and all my attitudes.

My position is still the same. The powder on the softest mattress. While swiping around the homepage check what has just been updated.

Ting!

A message from Bela's sister came into my postel as soon as I opened it.

(Later tonight there is a sudden meeting you come yes help sister)

(yes, sister, nurut)

I'm closing the phone, huh, I have a meeting tonight? It's exhausting! But a promise is a promise. I have to keep it anyway. I cleaned myself up because it was still the afternoon I cleaned my bed.

I never saw Angga again that much. Maybe he was busy with UNBK preparation activities so did not have time to take the time.

I prepared to go to the mosque using a maroon-red robe with a milky-white hijab attached beautifully to my body.

For a moment I looked at my face in the mirror. Beautiful, but still hanged, huh? Oh, I'm sorry, maybe not a match.

The distance between the house and the mosque is not far. At least 10 minutes to the destination. He said the farther the distance from the house to the mosque the more the reward. While the distance of my house is only 500 meters, do I have to circle the city first so that the reward is much?

I put my bag in any place to grab a broom cleaning the mosque from the corner to the end of the door. Laying mats and arranging prayer mats.There are no signs of someone's presence to echo the azan.

Take one of the books. 'The story of the Prophet' my chosen title. I sat cross-legged facing forward. Read the neatly arranged line by line in that old book.

Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!

I stared ahead. The man in maroon clothes was pouring azan. I was just shaking, why there was no one in the mosque. I avenge every chastisement, the chant of the chastisement as if it had been fused to my soul. Peaceful to hear every word. He ended his adult life and continued on.

O GOD, I'm amazed.

He turned around looking at me. Brother Syarif! I've guessed. No talk at all. I was busy with my book and he was busy with his cell phone already having a girlfriend, I guess.

"Assynogaic"

The voice broke the silence between us.

I looked back. Bela looked at me with a smile. It's strange!

He came closer and grabbed my shoulder. Blinking her eyes gave a code that I did not understand.

"Where was it good? "asked Brother Bela

"Current what? "sewotku

"Tadi Syarif is here, right? The brother who asked for his prayer, "said Brother Bela.

Pantesanese. Unfortunately, his attempt failed.

"How smooth? Yes, as usual, he was not friendly enough, not even ", I said

"Well, Kirain was talking to me and laughing at me. It's still in them"

Sis Bela laughed a little, but momentarily fell silent as if thinking of something.

"Sister! Thought what the hell? "many

"No, "he said smiling was like hiding something.

After the arrival of Bela one by one people entered the mosque. Praying mahrib as usual.

Kak Bela presented a map containing documents about the collection of cadet coral funds. I study chapter by chapter. There is a considerable budget decline wasted in vain. Whether made what a fund of that size, even though the activities of cadet coral are only a little impossible to issue such a large fund.

"Do you understand, right? "

Brother Bela broke my reverie. I looked at him seriously. My brain was spinning trying to digest what I just saw.

"Open we only had a small event yesterday, but the amount of money why does not match the data? " many

Bela played the polpen in her. While I just nodded to say the words of Brother Bela.

"Shearif! Here jerk! "

My eyes are round, staring confusedly at Brother Bela why should I call Brother Sharif? But there is nothing to do with the funding issue.

He came closer and sat right in front of me. My heart beats twice as fast, he looks at me briefly then turns to look at Brother Bela.

"What's up, brother? "asked brother Sharif

"This is our member funds reduced a lot, even though it was only used for yesterday's counseling event. That's also the funds already in detail, but the money here does not match the data. Try to check "Kak Bela thrusting map to brother Syarif.

"Is there any chance that someone's embezzling funds? "

Brother Syarif stared alternately at me and Brother Bela. I doubt what is true, Brother Sharif.

"Don't rule out the possibility. Therefore we must immediately return the funds otherwise we will lack funds for socialization events next week, "said Bela

"Who is in charge of administration? "asked brother Sharif

"Me and Zahra, "said Bela

"Possibly my estimate is correct, someone is embezzling funds if Bela's sister is not possible. If you.... "

finger pointed. Come on, brother, how could I have been the one who embezzled the funds.

"There is no way Zahra, if he does not do it, I must have snapped his head" said Bela.

I just smiled at Bela's words. Brother Syarif raised one eyebrow and stared at me. O LORD, what is with your servant this one.

"Are 3 people in administration?" ask brother Sharif

"Sister, Imron his name, "I chimed in.

"But he may have done it. His face was a good man, "said Bela.

"Appearance does not guarantee kindness, brother, "

abugn. Why am I offended?indeed Some days Imron looks moody, like there is a problem that is being faced.

"But we must not be reckless, we must not accuse anyone recklessly, "said Bela

"If it's true, I'll look for evidence to prove it. I don't want to accuse him carelessly let alone to hurt his heart" said Brother Sharif as if cornered me.

"All right, wait, "sister Bela.

Brother Syarif stepped away I was still staring from a distance. The words of Sharif remind me of the past. Where I hurt the heart of his beloved sister.

Maybe this is a reply to my attitude towards Hamid, maybe this is how I can feel the pain.

But how else do I have no feelings for him. Something that is forced will not be good.

Standing from the pedestal stepped out looking for fresh air. I thought for a moment to solve that problem. But when in the doorway, from the opposite direction brother Sharif wants to enter the mosque.

Spontaneously I held onto my chest, shocked at what was happening. If only my steps at speed would have collided with him. I glanced at him, yet he looked at me flatly without a smile.

"Sister, can I help you find a solution, right?

I opened my voice, he raised one of his eyebrows looking at me with a difficult look.

"No need, I can take care of it myself. Just take care of yourself, so as not to hurt others "

The deg!

His words pierced into the recesses of the heart. Maybe he meant to insinuate my actions. He soon passed leaving me who was pecking on the spot with a blank look. He could have said that.

"Zahrah! Cepetan, have ngantri nih "

I looked back and all lined up behind me like I was going to line up. It turned out that this behavior of mine was hindering the entrance, I soon passed. Shame on the situation.