Red Hooded Girl

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🎶 If there is food on the table

🎶 Table ... I eat

A sweet-faced teenage girl is playing the guitar, singing a popular dangdut song belonging to senior singer Rita Sugiarto that is mopped as well as her speech.

"OPJ ... NOISY ! DON'T GENJRENG-GENJRENG PLAY GUITAR MULU!" mami shouted with a voice of eight octaves, exactly the voice of Candil vocalist Seurieus.

Mami who was cooking in the kitchen, but her voice was heard up to the front porch of the house. Though this house is very spacious, the distance between the kitchen to the terrace is approximately as far as the distance of Serang-Japan.

"But, Opi's gonna learn to play guitar again." The sweet girl pursed her lips. Sofia Adriana who is familiarly called Opi is indeed excited to learn guitar by self-taught.

On his birthday a month ago, he got a guitar gift along with a guitar study guide book. The gift was given by his friends who are members of The Cilor. The six-member gang, which is a cilor snack, consists of four men and two women, including Opi.

"You can learn the guitar, but if you can play the guitar do not make a sound" said Mimin. The beautiful woman of Opi's older sister was sitting with her on the porch of the house.

"Lah, learning the guitar must be sound. Learning to fart aja ga guarantee ga make a sound. Mimin Tea, the person is quiet, smooth and gentle. If the fart sounds smooth pisan, peeeeeess, so. Mimin Tea Fart it's soft voice, but it smells .. bastard.”

"Why are we talking fart anyway!” sulk Mimin's. Unbelievable fart is said to stink, although the fact says, it is true.

Abah who was sitting on the living room sofa while reading a barren book, also approached Opi on the porch of the house.

"Why do you want to learn guitar?" asked Abah while sitting on the porch next to Opi.

"Because cool guys say girls who can play guitar are beautiful," said Opi.

"You agree, ah. There are also women who close the perfect aurat, virtuous and smart to teach the beautiful ones added."

"That's Ustaz Sanusi, not a cool guy" Opi said.

"So I want Opi to learn to pay again."

"But, Opi'll be able to pay, Bah."

"The way opi tajwidnya naji not yet true, tartilnya not perfect."

"Opi' is big, Bah. Yesterday Opi had to learn the same salary as the little ones," protested Opi. He thought Abah told him to learn to teach at TPQ like when he was a child.

"Later Abah who will bring ustaz here to teach Opi to teach. If Opi ngajinya right, tajwidnya right, at least tartilnya near perfect, then Abah allow Opi learn guitar," promise Abah.

Opi who originally frowned instantly developed a smile for the sake of hearing will be allowed to play guitar. "Yes, Bah, if Opi has learned naji later can learn guitar," he said with sparkling eyes.

Abah nodded without hesitation, answering Opi's wishes. After that Abah went back into the house, continuing his activities.

"Ciye, who wants to be flanked by Ustaz Sanusi," seduced Mimin while giggling amusedly.

"Well, how about Ustaz Sanusi, Tea?"

"Kan, Abah will routinely call Ustaz Sanusi home to teach Opi najai every Sunday night. Hihihii." Mimin again giggled.

Raut Opi turned sour to hear the name of Ustaz Sanusi, a sepuh ustaz in his village who has experienced hearing loss. You can imagine how later he will learn to teach with Ustaz Sanusi, maybe yelling until his neck veins protrude and his body turns green to Hulk even his voice will be difficult to hear either by him.

Oh my mom. It feels like just dying.

Teng ... Teng ... Teng ... Tengs

Mamang bakso walked gracefully while pushing the cart.

"Youngam!" yelled Opi from his seat.

"Buy meatballs, Neng Opi?" sahut Mamang meatballs.

"No. Want to kill yourself! Jump into a saucepan of meatballs!” exclaim Opi vented her frustration.

*****

Low boisterous voices of students dominate in one of the favorite high schools in the city of Serang. The students were enjoying their break. Some hit the bench like an SD kid. Someone immediately ran to the cafeteria because they were hungry. Some gathered together while huddling, discussing about gebetan and other things. Some people choose to play basketball. There are also those who choose to read books in the library as Opi did.

"Hi, Opi," said a handsome fellow of his school.

"Hi, Iqbal," replied Opi on Iqbal Ramadhan whose face resembled Iqbal Ramadhan as Dilan.

"Gue can sit here."

"By, please," replied Opi with a deflated nose. Because, Iqbal Ramadhan, a man of many achievements is his idol in this school.

When other girls like Jungkook, they prefer local, international quality guys like Iqbal Ramadhan and Jerome Polin.

"Opi, tonight's Sunday night. Go, yuk," Iqbal said.

Opi's heart seemed to jump up to the crown because of hearing Iqbal's invitation. An Iqbal asked him to walk, what dream he had last night.

Oh, my gosh. Last night I had a dream of Kim Jong Un in Subway Surf.

Thank you Kim Jong Un for chasing me on Subway Surf. He murmured in his heart.

Opi's mouth is open will agree to Iqbal's invitation, but soon he remembered the schedule of teaching and learning starting tonight this week.

"Sorry, Bal. I can't, " said Opi.

"Why? Want to be diapelin with your girlfriend, huh?"

"Bal, what if the road is the same as me," sambar Jessica, a beautiful schoolgirl with a 14-inch putty who sits at a table with them.

"Emmm, can. I'll pick you up later tonight, Jes." Iqbal got up from his seat and said goodbye and went out of the library.

"Geez, I have to make the most of it to prepare for tonight." Jessica's face was radiant like a fruit.

"Mending lo cancels weekly night plans. Because BMKG reports there will be a rainstorm tonight."

"Rain storm with flood? Flood of tears Opi. Weee." Jessica mocked Opi and immediately ran away leaving her.

"Jesjos ... Don't run away lo!" Opi ran after Jessica.

Bruins ...

"Astagfirullahal adzim," said a man whose body was covered in opi.

"Sorry, brother, I didn't intentionally." Opi's eyes widened and her saliva almost dripped staring at the handsome man before her. A handsome man who looks like Omar Borkan Al Gala who eight years ago was once dubbed the most handsome man in the world. Reportedly because it was too handsome even had been expelled from his country.

"Yes, not papa. Oya, where's the principal's office, Dek?" ask the handsome man.

"Aren't you going to the principal's office?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Let me take it."

The man nodded in response to Opi's remark then walked behind him.

"Thank you, Dek, for driving me" the man said kindly after arriving in front of the principal's office.

"Together, Brother," Opi replied by displaying a sweet smile without artificial sweeteners.

The man went into the principal's office. Opi was silent, fixated, silent, staring at the straight back of the man who looked like God.

O Allah, if Ustaz Sanusi were handsome. His hearing is less papa, the important thing is that his appearance is like that.

*****

The sun can not be grasped and held, so that the night does not come quickly. Opi really is not ready "prepared" Ustaz Sanusi. The basic preparation he did was to borrow the mosque toa to face the sepuh ustaz.

While waiting for the arrival of the lover, uh Ustaz Sanusi, Opi opened the status of WA friends. He was a bully when he read Jessica's WA status.

[Do not leave if you see the weekly evening meeting, mending nganan]

Opi who felt insinuated, began typing WA status whose goal was to reply to Jessica's innuendo.

[Any girl whose Sunday night at home is beautiful, DOT.]

From inside the room came the sound of Abah talking to someone.

"Opi, called Abah, no. Ustaz Sanusi has come." Mimin tilted his head at the door of Opi's slightly open room. "Ciye ciye," he said with a soft laugh.

"What the hell is Abah. On Sunday night I was told to naji, same Ustaz Sanusi anyway," Opi grumbled with a feeling of being arrogant. Then stepped weakly, tired, lethargic, dazed towards the living room.

"Opi, this is Ustaz Fahri, his grandson Ustaz Sanusi who will teach you to teach,” Abah said.

Instantly Opi's heart slumped to the tip of the foot.

The handsome man who looked like Omar Borkan Al Gala smiled in greeting. "Assalamualaikum, Opi."

"Wa-waalaikum greetings."

“A ready to learn to teach?”

“Siap, Ustaz. The salary starts from Iqro 1 ‘kan?”

“Bby,” sahut Ustaz Fahri while throwing a smile.

What a smile Ustaz Fahri like the sun makes the heart of Opi like ice cream melted, melted, melted, overflowing.

Thank you Kim Jong Un for chasing me on Subway Surf.

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The above short story is titled "Antara Guitar and Ustaz Sanusi"

The short story alhamdulilah escaped and was selected and recorded in the short story anthology book with Kak Juskelapa.

For who wants to make Opi story, sorry yes I can not, because there is no idea. Hehe.

Btw thank you everyone. _____________________________________________________________________________________________