Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 5 Sound of Horns

Carissa thought as she rode her motorcycle towards the house. He was still trying to remember very hard who the man he met earlier.

“Yes, the man was a member of a motorcycle gang who once saved me the other day when I left in a hurry.” screeches, having managed to remember him.

Even though he only met once, but he will not forget the face of the figure of the man who once saved him.

“So the man was indeed a member of the motorcycle gang and he often fought wild racing..,” chirps, suddenly just remembered him again.

Din-din! There was a horn coming from behind Carissa.

The girl was shocked to hear the horn.

“Astaghfirulloh, I almost got hit by the car earlier,” the screech woke up from daydreams and immediately saw the rearview mirror of the motor, then pulled over.

“Woi, if riding a motor see dong road! Open your eyes, open your ears! If necessary remove your hijab so that your ears are wide open!” hardik a motorist, swearing hard.

Astaghfirulloh, the man spoke haphazardly. Carissa until stroking his chest, amused alone dikatai must remove all hijab.

For him to close the hijab is not just to close the aurat, but fulfill one of the obligations and of course to protect himself.

He never thought anyone would degrade the hijab. But he could do nothing but pray for the man to open the door of his heart someday.

Carissa immediately runs her bike back to the house. This time he really focused on the streets and thought nothing of it. Even the thesis problem, he no longer thinks about for his safety.

Back to the field where Rayhan was still taking part in the second session wild race.

It just looks more crowded in that place. The onlookers who came increased in number, crowding the wild racing area.

What a duel. There was a crucifix for some time, adding to the race this time more exciting.

“Eagle Wave!” yelled Rayhan gang member.

They arrive in crowds after Andy informs them that their Boss is racing.

In the seventh minute before reaching the finish line, Ricky who was behind the bike Rayhan drove the bike quickly. After successfully spelling Rayhan's fingers, he suddenly stuck close once to make Rayhan move to the edge, almost falling.

Feel it! Ricky smiled obliquely then overtook Rayhan's bike.

“Akh!” rayhan.

He almost fell down and the elbow of his left hand stuck to the rough asphalt, making a cut on his soft skin.

“I have to win for Ameer.” he murmured, cheering myself on.

Rayhan managed to maintain balance and return to his original position, although his left hand was scuffed after greeting the asphalt. But it's been a risk to go on a wild race like this and he's used to it.

Woosh!

Just half a meter before the finish line, he managed to overtake Ricky.

“Sial! I still lost to him even though I had dropped it earlier,” umpat Ricky found himself in second position.

With heavy breathing he was forced to get off the motor. With sportsmanship he gave Rayhan five million in betting money.

“Other times I will challenge you again on other streets.” Ricky said, after handing over the money.

“OK, I'll look forward to it.” reply Ricky.

He smiled broadly despite feeling pain in his left elbow.

“Return. I still have business.”

Andy and look lethargic, disappointed. Because usually they will get a tract from the Boss when winning a wild race like this or winning other games.

Rayhan did not care about the wound on his left elbow, he drove his bike quickly to the house.

“Ameer!” call him, as soon as he gets home.

With that it's okay, her sister's out of the house.

“Here, I've got the money to pay your UAS tomorrow.” call him, by waving.

But Ameer's attention is locked on her brother's bleeding left elbow.

“Mas, why your elbow? Must have been hurt by the race, huh?”

“It's okay. It's just a thin scratch on the skin. The important thing is I've got the money for your school fees.”

Rayhan got off the bike and went into the house with Ameer.

“Where's mom?” tanyanya immediately.

“Mother, Mas Rayhan came.” said Ameer instantly to call his mother.

A few seconds later there was a sound of footsteps heading into the front room.

“What's up?” he asked, in the front room.

The middle-aged woman locked her gaze on her first son, Rayhan.

“What happened to you? Why is this elbow?” she screamed hysterically, seeing Rayhan's wounds.

“Sit. I will treat your wound.” he said. Then take the medicine in the medicine box.

Rayhan also sat down. This time he did not dispute his mother's orders.

“Give me your hand.” Mother's word, while sitting with the outside medicine.

Instead of Rayhan reaching out his hand, he took out the money he had earned earlier.

“Bu, this is mom's spending money for a month,” he said handed three million to his mother. “And this is for your school fees, Ameer. The rest for your allowance.”

Rayhan gave Ameer a million and a million more for him to use himself.

“Rayhan, I don't want you to always get hurt like this when looking for money.”

Rayhan just kept quiet to hear the same words of his mother and repeated every day until he memorized it out of his head.

“How's your wound?” His mother pulled Rayhan's left hand.

He also cleaned and immediately treated Rayhan's wounds while giving a lot of advice.

“Stop living this way. Work and use your Sergeant's diploma.”

Rayhan immediately stepped up from there to hear the words of his mother just now. He entered the room and locked it.

“Why does mom always tell me to work?” the protest did not accept. I don't know why hearing the word made his emotions ignite.