Red Hooded Girl

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The god threw a smile. "Kaifa haaluk (How are you), Fahri?" god in Arabic.

Yes, the gloved man that the Gods accuse is Fahri.

"Alhamdulillah, ana bikhair (Alhamdulillah, I'm fine)," replied Fahri.

Fahri still did not recognize the god. Until then the God said, "Patience is indeed heavy because the gift is heaven, try if easy the gift is the most fan."

Fahri. "Haha...."

Then he replied to the Lord, "You rich man's son, you poor man's son are all the same."

Now replace the chuckling God. "Haha..."

"Lady...!" exciting Fahri.

Gods nodded. "Na'am."

The two of them then embraced with joy, like a friend who had not met for a long time.

"Yinya... Masha Allah is tabaraqallah," Fahri said as he patted the back of the God. They are still in a hugging position.

"Wafiika barakallah," God replied.

"How long haven't we seen each other?" asked Fahri who had now let go of his embrace.

"Seven or eight years" God answered.

"Ana real pangling almost didn't recognize antum. The appearance of antum is now very different. Ana thinks rocker's arrival loh," as long as Fahri.

"Antum too, it used to be a little too, now it has a beard," replied the God.

"Five beards doang. The important thing is to maintain the sunnah. Hehehe.." said Fahri while chuckling.

"Haha..." God chuckles. There is a five-piece beard. His inner.

"Come on Yan, come in. It's an old man's house. Even if the rombeng is important Baiti jannati," said Fahri.

The god also entered the house painted green that the paint has been peeled in many parts. The main door of the house that no longer has a handle. Plasterboard ceilings that have many holes. And the floor of the house that still uses tiles, not ceramics let alone marble. A very simple house.

"Look, ana's place, Yan. Very much the same antum house," said Fahri who was once invited to stay at the house of the Gods.

The two men, Fahri and Dewa used to be close friends. When they are still ABG, during the days leading up to puberty until puberty. Fahri and Dewa used to mondok in the same modern boarding school in the Lebak Banten area. They're classmates, some even roommates.

When God's parents divorced, God joined the Goddess Mother, Mama. He also lives with his grandmother who always loved and cared for him when his mother went to work. His grandmother died when he graduated from Elementary School. Because of the busyness of Bu Dewi as a career woman, making her unable to give full attention to God. So decided to enter the gods into the boarding school.

Fahri who entered the boarding school with a scholarship as an orphan was comfortable and never insecure with the Gods who were from among the family.

The gods helped Fahri a lot, especially financial problems. While Fahri helped many Gods who incidentally entered the pesantren with a weak religious knowledge base. Only his grandmother taught religion. That's just the basics too.

They complement each other as friends. For the Gods, Fahri was his best teacher. Because of Fahri's guidance, and also the intelligence of the Gods which is quite good though not brilliant, making the Gods able to follow the lessons during studying in pesantren even without a strong religious knowledge base. Although his academic achievements are not as brilliant as Fahri.

The two of them were swept away in an exciting chat about each other's lives. So excited, Fahri to forget to ask where the Gods live even they escaped from exchanging phone numbers.

Until then heard from the mosque loudspeakers, the sound of small children coated with signs of magrib will be approaching.

The gods also say goodbye.

"Later to play here again sometime, Yan," said Fahri. Iyan is the nickname Syadewa Argian when in the boarding school.

"God willing, if there is free time, I play here again" said the god before launching his bike.

"Barakallah fiik, yes Akhi," said Fahri. (May God bless you).

"Wafiika barakallah," God replied. (May Allah also bless you).

"Assalamualaikum" said Dewa.

"Waalaikum salam. Fii amanillah, aki." (May in the protection of Allah, my brother).

*****

The morning sun had already revealed its light. The light felt soaked warmly in the skin of the God who was drying the clothes he had just finished washing. Along with Mimin who will also dry clothes.

"Is there anything empty?" ask Mimin. This is the first time Mimin has opened talks with Dewa.

"Eh, yeah, why?" God didn't expect Mimin to talk to him. So that his sense of hearing can not capture perfectly the sentence Mimin said.

"Is there still something empty? Is there still a place to hang out?" ask Mimin.

"Oh, there's a. The guy I just washed two stels of doang clothes. Hehehe.." replied the God with a whimper.

Let alone the clothesline. My heart is still empty. The God murmured in the heart.

"I can ride this yes" said Mimin showed his laundry.

"Please," replied the God by throwing a smile of his charm.

Mimin also began to dry the rest of his laundry. The god noticed Mimin who was drying some of his veils.

"That red veil looks like your favorite veil huh, Min?" asked the god while pointing at the red veil that he was very memorized. The veil Mimin wore when he first met her.

"The veil is my mother's house" replied Mimin.

"Ooh..." The God's answer is very short. But in his heart really he was prancing with excitement because Mimin wanted to answer his question. This is certainly an extraordinary thing for him, considering that some days his communication with Mimin is in decline and very bad.

"Who...!!" the successful Sol exclaims scatter the already strung words to make one sentence as beautiful as possible.

"What the hell?!" furious God.

"Wa... This is your CD, right?" Sol raised her hands high while flicking her pants in the 'TG Man' brand man'.

"It looks like taker. Lo pack my pants," continued Sol who spoke without sin.

Mimin who saw Sol shaking ce lana in the man immediately bowed and swung a quick step into the house.

I swear by anything, Sol's behavior makes God furious, it feels like he wants to kick Sol's butt as hard as possible until he bounced up and stimulated above the highest peak of the mango tree. Ruin the mood. Hadeuhwas.

*****

 

Sol does her daily activities, selling hijabs and veils at her father's kiosk. And he was accompanied by a god who happened to be on holiday working. The gods got a Friday holiday. Luckily this Friday coincides with the red date.

"Sol..."

"Hmmm..."

"That's the stall that sells cocoa and sarongs?"

"Hmmm..." Sol who felt sleepy, lay her head on the table. And answer the question with just a hemm.

"Gue wants to buy some koko clothes and some sarongs."

"For whom?"

"Make me!"

"Tumben very lo want to wear cocoa and sarong. Do you want to use koko?? Do you want a sieve??"

"Yes, it's not. I worked in a koko shirt and a sarong."

"Keep what?"

"Make prayers."

"Well... What??!" Sol who was sleepy immediately felt refreshed and woke up. Shocked by the words of God.

 *****

The sun has crept up and is at its highest peak on this sunny Friday. After about two hours of accompanying Sol selling hijab and veil, Dewa chose to go home. He is now in his contract.

The god who felt sad, finally took the guitar and played it. He picked up the guitar while singing.

Mimin...

Mimin...

Mimin I love You's...

Mimin...

Mimin...

Mimin I love You's...

(Splitting lyrics of Mimin I love You. Music: Sule)

“You...!!” mimin. Unknowingly, it was already in front of the Gods.

The god who was sitting on the floor holding a guitar, in the living room with the door open, was immediately aghast at the arrival of Mimin. He put down his guitar and stood up.

“If you do not want to pray Friday .. at least be quiet do not be noisy!! Not even flirt while singing obscure,” hardik Mimin.

After scolding the God, Mimin turned his body. He was just about to step foot, but the God pulled his hand. Until making Mimin body plunged into the body of God. Fortunately, God can hold his body and Mimin's body so that both of them do not fall.

But Mimin's body had already fallen in the arms of the Gods. Their distance is close together. Their bodies touched. Their hands are holding. Their eyes are looking.

Till...

PLAQUE...

A slap landed on the cheek of the Gods.

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