OUR LOVE IS NOT THEIR LOVE

CKBC 19

Happy Reading

"Sa, I'm going to the surau at the end of the hamlet. You wanna come?"

"Well?"

"Yesterday the head of the hamlet story that every afternoon children in this hamlet like to teach. Unfortunately, they lack teachers. Like we're here again, there's no harm in us helping them."

"Well, I don't think I'm coming. You see, just read the Qur'an I have not been smooth" Rosa refused. "In addition, the location of the surau is at the end of the hamlet, Fir. Near the path leading to the forest."

"You scared?"

"Hmm. how is it. In a big city I'm not afraid, but it's dark. Although there is electricity, but the road if it's dark. It is said that Maghrib no one dared to go near the surau. He said it could be made stray by the forest-waiting genie."

"You were born and raised in Australia and you're afraid of the jinn?" Safira mocked Rosa.

"You in Australia or in Indonesia, whose name is genie or demon yes still scary. I just never liked it the most when it comes to Halloween." Rosa shuddered at the thought of Halloween.

"If Mas Seto wants to accompany you want to come? You see, I see you're very smart to face a child."

"Hmm. try to ask first mas Seto can come or not."

At the same time Seto, Ilyas and Troy walked up to them.

"Where will Ashar pray?" safira asked Seto.

"Mushola is near the village hall. Why?"

"Ah, not papa. I was going to take Mas Seto to the surau at the end of the village."

"Why did you take Seto there? Why don't you just take me?" troy asked in a jealous tone.

"Son Troy read the Qur'an?" Safira asked back. Troy fell silent while scratching his unscratchy head.

"Troy can read the Qur'an" Ilyas said. "Her watch he truant only."

"S***n to Yas. I can but not smoothly." The others laughed at Troy's clumsy demeanor.

"I would like to ask the company of Mas Seto to help teach the children at the end of the village. It is sad that they cannot teach. Although only taught two to three times, there is at least a little knowledge that we convey to them," Safira explained. "But if Mas Seto can't, let me go there myself later. I'll ask the head of the hamlet, who used to teach the kids there."

"Well, what's my name mentioned?" Mr. Rahman, the head of the hamlet, happened to come to them with Mr. Dimas.

"Eh father. Look sir, yesterday afternoon I saw many children heading to the surau at the end of the hamlet. They seem to be going to teach. Why don't you teach him at the musholla near the village hall, sir?" tanya Safira was curious.

"They used to teach at a musholla near the village hall. They were taught by the Fatimah. But three months ago Fatimah's ustadzah had an accident and one of her legs had to be amputated. Because of his house at the end of the village, finally his disciples decided to come to him. So surau at the end of the village is again used for children to teach. Why Fira? Does Fira want to help Fatimah's endowment?" ask Rahman after explaining at length.

"God willing, sir. If there are no obstacles for a few days here I want to help ustadzah Fatimah. Surely if allowed by the teachers."

"Well, what a noble intention are you Fir. Of course we teachers are glad that there are students who have noble intentions like you. Later you will convey your intentions to Mr. Yahya. He would've allowed. It just so happens that after Ashar is your empty time, right?" Safira nodded vigorously. "It's important before Maghrib you're back in the tent."

"Yes to Fira. If you can, you'll be back before Maghrib. But if you teach mepet with Maghrib prayer time, you can pray there. Later I will send Mr. Jiman and his wife to pick you up" said Mr. Rahman.

"Ah, no need to pick up sir. I dare to go back alone to the tent. The location is not too far." reject Safira smooth. He doesn't want to trouble anyone else.

"Let me accompany him, sir." Suddenly Troy volunteered.

"You two are?" ask Rahman. "Not to kid. You know the rules in this village. If the father who saw it, there was no problem because he knew the purpose of Troy to accompany Safira. But I'm afraid there will be people who see you both. You can get married on the spot."

"Hehehe, I do not refuse sir if married to him" said Troy, winking one eye at Sapphira. Of course it makes Safira feel bad for Mr. Rahman and Mr. Dimas. Meanwhile, the others just laughed.

"Then let me accompany Sapphira, sir." Suddenly Angga appeared and made a proposal.

"Ngapain elo follow?"

"Say my grandmother, not a nice guy girl alone. That's why I accompanied Safira."

"Cowok a tandem girl, the third a demon," chirped Troy. "Elo the devil."

"I might not be the devil. Where there are devils praying. There is also a demon. Pray his intention to attract the attention of girls. Just a demon who does not like that," Angga reply did not want to lose. Mr. Dimas and Mr. Rahman just shake their heads.

"Hmm. I'm okay to go home alone to musholla sir. I'm sure Allah will take care of me" Safira said before Troy and Angga continued the debate.

"Well, what's the danger for Fira? The road is dark" asked Rahman worriedly.

"God willing I'll be fine, sir." Safira.

"Let Angga and Troy accompany you, Fir," ordered Mr. Dimas. "Mr doesn't want anything to happen to you. After all, the safety of the disciples is our responsibility."

"I agree with Mr. Dimas. And as Mr. Yahya's message goes, seniors must look after their juniors. Isn't that right, sir?" troy said with passion.

"Ready sir. I will help teach the boys. Gini-gini I champion tahfidz on my RT," said Angga.

"Oh yeah? Wow great you, Ngga. Those kids must be happy to get a teacher who is as cute as you," Safira said. Angga smiled triumphantly as he glanced towards Troy.

"Broast," said Troy displeased. I think coming back from here I have to learn to pay again so that Sapphira is interested in me, inner Troy.

"If brother Troy wants to learn njai can also. I am willing to teach," Angga quipped.

Safira looked resigned. Actually he is more comfortable alone to the musholla, but it seems that Mr. Dimas and Mr. Rahman do not allow. What can be done, inner Sapphira. Fortunately there is Angga, so I will not feel awkward compared to having to be alone with brother Troy.

"Let's go before ashar yes, so we can all pray there," proposed Angga. "Relax Troy, I won't ask you to be a priest."

"Damn lo!" reply Troy's upset.

"Already... let's now you guys get ready for the following activities before lunch."

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"Well, the sisters used to study us this afternoon. God willing tomorrow we will come again to help ustadzah Fatimah."

"Sister will next help ustadzah right?"

"Sister who wears a cute blue shirt. I want to be taught to him."

"I want Sapphira to teach me."

"I want to be taught by a brother who wears blue."

"No, I want Safira."

"I want the same blue shirt brother. You see, brother is good at storytelling and funny."

"Already... already.. Rather than you fuss, we should both pray and close this study with the prayer of the kafaratul majlis." Angga tried to mediate the children.

The children's chatter stopped immediately as Angga took over to close the recitation. Meanwhile, Fatimah's ustadzah who sat beside Sapphira smiled with satisfaction at how excited the children under the leadership of Angga.

"They were very happy to be taught by you. All this time they had to be patient waiting for their turn to read because we were short of teachers. If only you had been here longer, we would have been very helpful."

"We, especially I also really enjoy teaching them. Unfortunately we can not continue to help because in the next few days we will return to the city" said Safira politely.

"Mom understands. I'm so grateful you're still willing to help without being asked and this activity is not in your program. But why isn't your other friend teaching? Mom noticed he was just sitting there playing the phone."

"Oh, he's not really able to teach mom. He had wanted to help Angga but he was worried that the children were not comfortable with him. Understandably, he is not used to dealing with small children," explained Safira.

"Is he Fira's boyfriend?"

"Who? The angga?"

"Not, but he." ustadzah Fatimah appointed Troy.

"Bu-not ustadzah," Safira answered quickly. His face immediately flushed hearing that.

"Your friend is not able to teach and is not comfortable hanging out with children. But he came here. Did he just come here to accompany Nak Fira? I'm sure, he's not here because he wants to accompany Angga son," guess Fatimah's ustadzah with a smile.

"Hmm.he's our senior ustadzah. It just so happened that the seniors were indeed in charge of accompanying the juniors," elak Safira quickly.

"Mom sure, she must have had a crush on you. He was willing to wait for you to teach when I was sure he would not be comfortable sitting there alone. Waiting like that should feel longer and boring. It's different from the one that taught the kids. For us time passes quickly. But not for him."

"Fir, do you want to pray Maghrib here or go back to the tent?" ask Angga after the children and ustadzah Fatimah came home.

"Hmm. it's good to pray first just come home. But I think this surau is rarely used to pray. Villagers prefer to pray in prayer at the mosque near the village hall."

"We better get back to the tent" Troy suggested. "Mump up hasn't been Adzan."

"But my brother, it will soon be Adzan."

"If the prayer is here who is the priest?" ask Troy.

"It could be Troy's brother, it could be Angga" Safira proposed. Troy's face immediately panicked at the suggestion. He immediately scratched his head. Between panic, confusion and shame. Frankly, he did not memorize too many letters in the Qur'an.

"Hm.. The only one who became a priest. We become makmum."

"Why not just elo? Kan elo is older than me and I'm sure you're used to leading right? How about this time you become a leader in prayer?" challenge Angga.

"Already.. No need to argue. Whoever becomes a priest, it is important that we pray Maghrib first here. In the distance, Adzan is heard." It is true that in the distance the voice of Adhan began to be heard.

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