LOVE OF ORDINARY MEN

Public Girls

While in the husband's room, it can be clearly seen that the religious character of Alzam is very pronounced in his room. Olivia often sees her boyfriend's room, and almost all have idol posters and photos of themselves attached on a large scale.

The merchandise was not separated from what they liked, such as a collection of music tapes, basketball, guitar, video games, and others. Even for wall paint, most of them choose dark colors.

But in Alzam's room, the walls were clean, without a single poster or photograph of himself or anyone else. There is only the calligraphy of God and the Rosul. The walls are also white. At the table and on the bookshelves attached to the wall, there is a large collection of books that have been read by the owner of the room, mostly Islamic books.

There is also a study table and a two-door wardrobe near the window, and bright room lights. Nothing else looks there.

As she approached the table to look for a comb, Olivia saw a book, which was full of Arabic script. He had no idea what the book was.

Curiously, he picked it up and went page by page. There was nothing he could read from there. Absolutely, not a letter.

My husband read what book? The writing is all Arabic, Olivia Inner.

As she flips through the book, Alzam comes in and sees what Olivia did to her holy book. He walked over and approached his wife.

Alzam pulled out his desk drawer and took a comb from inside, then handed it to his wife.

“This is what you are looking for,” said Alzam.

Olivia turned her head and looked at the comb in her husband's hand. He grabs the object, while Alzam takes the book back.

“Latest see this?” alzam asked while pointing towards the book earlier.

Olivia just nodded.

“This is called Al Qur’an. The holy book of all Muslims in the world,” replied Alzam.

Olivia still seemed clueless and continued to look at the book held by her husband.

Seeing Olivia's ignorance of the sacred object, there was pain in her heart. She felt sorry for Olivia, who had been lacking religious knowledge from her family since childhood.

Without feeling, his hands stretched out and grabbed the head of the wife. Gently, Alzam rubbed the dark brown mane with a joint look.

“Later we learn together yes,” said Alzam.

Olivia is shocked by what Alzam is doing. The focus is not what the husband says, but Alzam's gentle treatment of him at this time.

As if hypnotized, Olivia simply nodded without knowing what Alzam's words meant.

From a distance, sayup-sayup heard the sound of adzan maghrib roaring, in the mosque which is not far from the house of Bu Aminah.

“You're not at home papa?” ask Alzam.

“Hah? Why alone? Where are you going?” ask Olivia confused.

“We all want to go to the mosque to pray maghrib berjama'ah. Last afternoon you said you were menstruating, right? So yes you are left,” replied Alzam.

“Oh... Um... Yes, I do not pray anymore,” replied Olivia terbalata.

He almost forgot his lie. Olivia still refused to pray. He was embarrassed because he did not know how and how to pray.

He did not want to be embarrassed in public, so he always avoided every time Alzam invited him to worship. He wanted to learn, but he had no friends whose religion was in order. All only know dugem, drunk and **** free.

Alzam then took a prayer mat in the closet, and attached it to his shoulder. Before leaving, Alzam told his wife again.

“Jaga home fine. Wait for us to go home yes,” exclaimed Alzam.

Olivia nodded, and then Alzam disappeared behind the door.

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After the prayer, all gathered together in the living room while enjoying a special snack made by Bu Aminah, except for Alzam who was teaching in his room after the prayer.

The three-daughter widow had a pastry snack, and had a kiosk at a nearby market. Every day, Bu Aminah produces its own basreng dang cipeng which is the mainstay of its stall.

From that effort, Bu Aminah and her husband were able to support their three children, and graduated Alzam to scholars, and sought the cost of treating the husband who had been sick for many years ago.

“This is a mother who made her own?” asked Olivia, while enjoying a chip made by Bu Aminah.

“Iya. I usually make it early in the morning. So yesterday when Nak Oliv played here just look at the basreng aja. This is a special mother for my daughter-in-law, who is playing here tonight,” said Bu Aminah.

“You know, Mom. It's really delicious. Pedes. Oliv likes,” says Olivia.

“Sukur if you like,” sahut Bu Aminah.

“Sister Oliv wants to stay here right?” ask Zahra.

“Ehm, ask me first yes, Zahra. I dare not mutusin. Can-can...,” says Olivia.

“Can-can what?” sela Alzam's.

Everyone looks at the source of the sound. Apparently, the young man had finished reading his holy book, and had now changed into the one he used to wear to relax.

“You're done, Zam?” ask Bu Aminah.

“Already, Mom,” Alzam.

“Mas, Mas Azam same Kak Oliv want to nginep here 'right?” ask Zahra again.

Alzam turned to his wife. Olivia just put her shoulder mark did not know, and made Alzam understand the words of his wife that he interrupted earlier.

“Let's ask his parents Brother Oliv first yes, Ra,” replied Alzam later.

“Ya already,” says Zahra disappointed.

Alzam again saw the wife, who had since continued to take the chips made by her mother. I don't know how much of that spicy food got into Olivia's stomach.

“Do not eat it constantly. You haven't had dinner, later your stomach hurts most of the spicy chips,” exclaimed Alzam.

“Good done anyway,” says Olivia.

“Basic,” complained Alzam.

The young man turned to his mother who was sitting on the chair, which was beside him.

“Bu, Alzam buy fried rice in front yes. Not yet on the meal right?” ask Alzam.

“Mother don't have to. There is still a little side dish,” said Bu Aminah.

“Yes, Alzam buyin for Ina equals Zahra,” says Alzam.

“Sorry yes, Son Oliv. Dinner is for yourself. I have no preparation, because you came suddenly, and did not know first,” said Bu Aminah.

“No papa kok bu. So you can go for a walk with Mas Al deh. Hehehe...,” says Olivia.

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