Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 13 Seagulls

“Kakak already home?” ameer asked, welcoming her brother's return after hearing a voice on the motorbike in front of the house.

Rayhan nodded, responding to his sister. Flat and cold as usual.

“How's your test, smoothly?”

Rayhan brought his helmet and was going to put it in place of the helmet.

“Let me alone, Brother,” but Ameer immediately snatched it, then put it into the helmet place.

Maybe it was one of the ways Ameer returned her brother's kindness during this time was also one of the ways of showing her respect for Rayhan.

“Your presentation how, smoothly?” he repeated, because his sister had not responded to him either.

“Ah, yes smoothly, Brother. The test will be finished the day after tomorrow,” explained Ameer.

“Envigorous learning. So that someday you can be a successful businessman,” said Rayhan.

Long Ameer fell silent. For him his dream is not to become a businessman, but to become an ustadh.

“Ya, Brother,” reply in the end by force. To appreciate his brother.

***

Rayhan entered the room after coming out of the bathroom bare-chested, because he forgot to bring a change of clothes when he wanted to take a shower.

He took a white towel on the clothes hanger to wipe his wet hair after shampooing.

On his back is clearly visible a large tattoo with a picture of an eagle exactly like the logo of his jacket.

“It feels fresh after shower. All my fatigue is gone washed away by water,” great-grandchild.

Out there was the sound of Adzan.

“It's been isha apparently,” he added again, after staring at the clock hanging on the wall.

Hearing the voice of the Adhan, he suddenly thought back to the figure of Carissa. The hijab girl he had not asked what her name was.

“That's not what I want to know from him,” his hiss denied.

To be honest, he remembered the way Carissa prayed so sweet that it made his heart rustle.

“What did the girl promise?” thought later.

He had seen Carissa shed tears while praying, but previously there was no look of sadness on her crying face.

“Why am I thinking of him?!” screeches, awakening his own mind.

“It doesn't matter.” Rayhan quickly took that thought away from him.

At Carissa's house, the girl was sitting in front of a table with books scattered everywhere. On the floor, on the table also on the bed.

“Kakak hasn't slept?” ask a girl, go into Carissa's room.

“Yes, Fitri. You go to sleep first. Sister is still a lot of tasks,” he replied, without looking at his sister.

Fitri is Carissa's sister. He's only 10 years old. The distance with Carissa is far in because her mother used to actually only want to have one child, it turns out that after not the productive age to get pregnant and off KB even pregnant Fitri.

“Oh, Brother will take now.”

Carissa immediately stood up and picked up the book, then piled it on the table. And now his desk looks full.

“If I grow up later, I'll be a neat girl. Not read a book or put a book carelessly like this,” chirp, honestly.

Carissa only smiled slightly in response to her sister. His sister did not understand it, so he let his sister chatter as she pleased.

Even her sister is currently telling Carissa.

“Kak, earlier in school Bu Ira told me about the story of a man who was a member of a motorcycle gang, bla-bla...” cherry at length.

Strangely, though busy Carissa still heard the babbling of her sister. He is affectionate and attentive to Fitri. No matter how busy he is, he will make time for his sister. Because he realized, not always he could accompany his sister at home.

“Basic berandal,” ceplosnya, suddenly so remembered the figure of Rayhan is so annoying.

“Angry sister?”

“No! Just continue the story. Brother will hear it. That punk you told me it pissed me off,”.

Fitri just scratched his head, confused. Why could her brother be upset just by hearing her story?

***

The next day at the college during the day.

There was the sound of Adhan's voice there. The students immediately headed to the mosque located next to the parking lot to perform prayers.

“See that, seagulls coming!” whispered a girl to her friend, in the mosque while staring at Carissa.

Carissa is a seagull. That is because among the hijab-wearing female students only she wears a wide hijab up to the waist.

If he walks fast, the black hijab moves like a seagull's wing, so the call is fitting for him.

“Hey gull, why are you praying here? You should just pray in a tree branch with your group,” he said, cursing.

Astagfirulah.... Why do they always abuse me and find trouble with me,” desau Carissa in heart. Trying to calm down.

Carissa did not speak their words. And just take the water of ablution. It turns out that there are still some of them following him.

“It looks like you are indeed one of the heretical streams,” decaknya, after noticing the different manner of ablution Carissa with her ablution.

Long-long ears Carissa hot also heard his chatter. Call him Devi.

Devi and her friends often bully Carissa. I don't know what it was until he and his group did that to Carissa.

“Dev, when it is finished wudhu better quickly go. There are still many in line,” he said in a slightly high tone, expelling.

Instead of Devi leaving, she turned off the water faucet that Carissa used for ablution, just left.

But two of his groups suddenly came. They are also looking for.

“Hey, return my hijab!” carissa shouted as someone took her veil.

“Take it if you can.” The girl threw the black hijab into the street, out of the mosque.