Love Fighters Al - Aqsa

CPA 17: The Dog

“Wah! Brother is a madman!” yelled Akil suddenly who made Afrizal's feelings back stunned called “mad”. Akil continued his sensible words, “Where can you walk all the way abroad? Crazy brother!”

“Crazy people...! Crazy person...!” suddenly Dini led the cheers of “mad people” which was then followed by all his friends.

So greet the words “ang crazy” the children for Afrizal. They no longer ask questions. Although accusing Afrizal “langat”, but they did not disperse away. They kept Afrizal walking.

The atmosphere clearly made Afrizal feel uncomfortable. Residents around the area also pay attention to what children do. However, no one took the initiative to reprimand the children, as Afrizal had hoped.

“Hei! I'm not a crazy person! I am a mujahid defending Al-Aqsa Mosque!”

Afrizal wanted to yell angrily at children like that, but it could only be in his heart. He also calms his feelings. If until he is angry, he might actually be called “mad people mambuk”.

“Sabaaar, Zal. It's a test,” says Inner Afrizal. “You must be firm!”

“Maniac!” syamsul said while flying his paper plane which he made from Afrizal paper.

The other children, walking around mocking Afrizal, also made paper planes.

Seeing this, Afrizal can only stroke the chest.

Tungs!

“Hahaha!”

Sudden taunts “mad people” replaced with loud laughter of children. Akil, who is known to be the badung among them, throws a ball deliberately targeting Afrizal's back head.

Afrizal until he stopped stepping, holding a sudden rage up. He looked at Akil who was laughing.

“Wah! Crazy fellow sawan!” akil shouted and laughed from a distance that was a bit far from the reach of Afrizal.

The shout made Syamsul and the others move somewhat away from Afrizal, they were worried Afrizal was angry and chased after them.

However, Afrizal finally gave a bitter smile that was forced. He chose to walk again.

“Crazy people! Crazy people!” the children shouted louder as they followed by keeping a longer distance.

“Hoi!” someone shouted suddenly loudly.

The screams of adult voices instantly startled the children and stopped their ridicule. Afrizal was surprised. They immediately looked for who was yelling at the snapping.

Suddenly appeared a man with a rogue appearance, only wearing blue long pants. His face and body were sweating. His right hand held a large machete. The red-eyed thick-moustached person immediately followed the clash with the maki scorn.

“Bastardly boys! Go home! Don't disturb passers-by!” his shout glared while showing his machete.

The children ran away in fear. They knew who the man was.

Afrizal just stood glued in his place watching the scene that also made him dag dig dug.

After glaring at the laconic children, the man stood silently looking at Afrizal from five meters away.

“Thank you, Bang!” said Afrizal while smiling stiffly and slightly nodding low.

“Hm!”

“Ah, I can't read,” he said as he took off the falling paper in his hand and turned away leaving Afrizal. He returned to his work of splitting bamboo.

Afrizal stared sadly at the paper lying on the ground.

“Hopefully someone picks it up,” bathes Afrizal and then turns away, continuing in his footsteps.

“Hasan! Grab that roadside paper, read it to me!” the man shouted to a young man who was sitting on a wooden chair while playing with a mobile phone.

“Alhamdulillah!” said Afrizal who still had heard the screams of the man sangar earlier. He continued his long journey, for it had not taken half a day.

The sun has begun to shade and tends to go down to the west. Another hour will enter Maghrib time.

On one deserted road, still in the countryside, Afrizal paused for a moment. He sat on a cement stone in front of a bamboo fence of a closed house. Behind the bamboo fence are many trees that grow in the yard, some are guava trees that have not entered fruit time.

Guk guk!

“Astaghfirullah!” afrizal shouted so surprised instead of playing, that he jumped from his seat and his drinking water bottle fell off.

The barking of the dog was so close and loud behind him, behind the gate. At first one dog barked, but next there was some barking. Hurried Afrizal ran all the way with his heart almost dislodged and cold sweat coming out on his forehead. He wanted to run away, but his bottle of water was left in front of the fence.

The barking of the dogs was so loud and crowded, as if he was shouting at a thief who wanted to enter. In his fear, Afrizal tried to see the whereabouts of the dogs. Through the fences he could see the presence of several dogs moving wildly behind the fence trying to find a way out.

“Bonbon! It's ugly! Barks! Quiet!” shouted one female voice suddenly on the sidelines of the dog barking.

The woman's screams instantly made the three dogs called her name stop barking, only to be heard occasionally barking softly.

Afrizal wants to run away, but he also wants to take another bottle of water. He waited for a moment, wanting to see the situation. Would allow him to take another bottle.

Next, a middle-aged woman's head appeared looking out, looking at Afrizal's whereabouts. After looking at Afrizal for a moment with a suspicious look, the long-haired unraveled woman opened her gate. Three dogs came out from behind the woman, as if waiting for the door to open.

“Sit! Sit!” she snapped at three dogs of different colors.

The three wild-moving mutt immediately stopped and sat quietly with their tongues stretched out and breathless.

Afrizal who had returned frightened by the exit of the three dogs, a little relieved. He was completely surrounded by fear. If only one dog is skinny, it might not matter, but it's three dogs.

Afrizal pointed towards his water bottle lying not far in front of the three pets.

Seeing this, the woman who owned the dog gave a new order.

“Bonbon! It's ugly! Barks! Logging in! Check check check!” the woman's command then moves open the door to make way for her animal while swiping the fingers of her left hand to the front of their view.

The dogs that had recognized the feeding cue immediately got up and turned around, then walked in following the guidance of their master's finger. After her dogs entered, the woman also closed the gate.

How relieved Afrizal, even though his chest pound is still tight. He immediately crossed the highway to pick up his drinking bottle.

“Luck is not licked by dogs,” said Afrizal shrieked with a feeling of weakness. After picking up the bottle, he immediately ran away, continuing on his way.

He did not think, there is a person who can keep three fierce dogs in his house, especially that person is a woman. Afrizal can only assume that the woman is a non-Islamic person.

The barking really almost made him die a hanger. Luckily he did not have the slightest symptoms of heart disease or shock disease. (BH)