Red Hooded Girl

Cruel Accusations

Deka smoked his cigarette deeply and then puffed his cigarette smoke into the air. Five cigarettes had been smoked but his heart was still ravaged. He crushed a new sixth cigarette into an ashtray.

When he saw the God at the Beretos Cafe earlier, he chose to go directly instead of seeing his sister. The shadow of the incident two weeks ago filled his head.

"What's this?" deka asked as Clara suddenly came to her office and showed a small flat object with two red lines in the middle. Test packs.

"I'm pregnant" said Clara.

"Then...?!"

"You have to take responsibility!"

"Why should I??"

"Because you have to take responsibility!!"

"Originally you know Clara! I'm not sure that's my son! We just did it once, and I know I'm not the first."

Deca who believes that the seed that Clara contains is not her flesh blood chooses to leave the house. On the grounds of wanting to develop the potential he had without the frills of his father, he begged Mr. Bambang to work in his company. Mr. Bambang who is a partner of his father's company received Deka because he believes in the great potential in Deka in managing the company. Deka made a plea for Mr. Bambang to keep the matter a secret to his father.

"Aaaargh..." Both of Deka's hands ruffled the back hair of his head roughly.

"God is here. In this town. Do I have to contact Clara and tell her whereabouts of the Gods here. Wasn't God supposed to be responsible for Clara's pregnancy" Deka murmured.

 

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Sunday Morning

Haji Zaenudin, Mami and Opi are preparing to attend the wedding invitation of relatives in Malingping, Banten.

"Where are you going?" mami asked when she saw Mimin was neatly wearing a shar’i brown color combined with cream color bergo.  

"Teteh wants to go to school, Mih. Now there is a monthly study schedule," replied Mimin.

"Well, did he say Teteh was sick? If you are sick do not need to take a study first, just rest at home," suggested Mami. Since waking up this morning, Mimin felt his body was not healthy and his body temperature was a bit feverish. But he does not want to miss the monthly study activities.

"Ga papa Mih, just sitting while listening to tausiah doang."

"Ih, his face was pale. Tea does not need to study first. If you miss the same Ustaz Fahri can come to his house directly. Aseeeek..," tease of Opi.

"Husssha... What is Opi."

"Teteh really nih ga papa left alone?" ask Mami.

"No papa Mih" replied Mimin.

"If we go home at night. How's Tea?" ask Haji Zaenudin who suddenly also nimbrung.

"Nobody Bah. God willing, Teteh ga papa."

"If there's anything later, call Abah aja, yes" said Haji Zaenudin.

"Yes, Bah." Mimin.

"Teteh say goodbye first, yes" he said while kissing the back of Abah's hand and then switched to kissing the back of Mami's hand.

"Don't forget to bring the house keys. Later if Teteh returns home from school maybe we have already left," Mami's message.

"Yes Mih. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

When he left the house coincided with the arrival of Rahma who deliberately picked him to leave together to the ta'lim assembly.

They arrived at the ta'lim assembly. There are many young women and girls who have come and sit in the assembly. This study is a special study.

"Min, your face is very pale" said Rahma who sat next to Mimin. "If you are sick, you should not have to study first" he continued.

Mimin smiling. "I'm not papa ko," he said.

"The truth is you don't papa?"

Mimin nodded and smiled. "Yes, Rahma geulis."

"I'm afraid you're fainting. And if you pass out, don't blame me if I ask Fahri for help to carry you," teased Rahma.

Mimin had opened his mouth to answer Rahma's statement, but said nothing because his eyes caught a sweet-faced man wearing a sarong, a cocoa shirt, and a man with a sweet face, complete with peci walked into the assembly while holding a book in his hand. The man is Fahri who is an ustaz who will give tausiah.

"Sat... The Ustaznya has come," said Mimin.

"Well, Ustaz Fahri today looks really cool, yes" whispered Rahma in Mimin's ear worried about sounding someone else.

Yeah, he's cool. Mimin murmured in his heart.

Once a month in the village of Cibening held monthly studies for fathers, mothers and also teenagers and young people. For the study of young people and adolescents, Fahri was appointed to provide material and tausyiah. On the occasion of this study carries the theme Dating After Marriage It's Cool.

The perfect Islam has established relations with the opposite sex. This relationship has been arranged in the holy shari'a of marriage. The right marriage in Islam is also not the beginning of courtship, but by knowing the character of the prospective partner without violating the sharia. Through marriage this will be felt the true love and different from courtship whose love is only pseudo-love.

From Ibn Abbas, Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said, “We never know the solution for two people who love each other such as marriage.” (CHR. Ibn Majah. 1920s. It is said to be shohih by Shaykh Al Albani).

Ibnul Qayyim said, ”Intimate relationships without marriage are haram and ruin love, even the love between the two will end in a mutual hate and hostility, and even love between them will end in a mutual hatred and hostility, because if both have felt the delicacy and taste of love, can not help but arise other desires that have not been obtained.”

So in Islam we know each other or know each other. Then continue the sermon or meminang. Once there is an agreement between the two parties to carry out a contract, then there is marriage. After marriage, each couple can express their love freely but lawfully. It is beautiful not dating after marriage (quoted from KEMENAG.go.id)

"Kok I feel throughout the presentation tausiah... Fahri looks at you constantly, Min."

Rahma's statement succeeded in making Mimin bow blushed.

"Ciye... Ciye..." Rahma seduces Mimin. To emit a tinge of red hue that decorate his cheeks.

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Sunday night.

At 22:00 the gods arrive at the rented terrace. He had just returned home "stabbing" at the Beretos Cafe. He who sees his dwelling in complete darkness immediately contacts Sol, his best friend. Sol had told him that he would take his father to shop for hijab and veil at the market.

"Yes Wa."

"Lo where's Sol?"

"Gue's still on Wa's way."

"Gue ain't got Sol's keys."

"Eiya I forgot, but the intention was before leaving for shopping to stop by the workshop to give the key to the house eh forgot. Another house key is on top of Wa's refrigerator."

"Where's Lo nyampe Sol?"

"Murphy... Cikupa. Lo minjem lock serep to Pak Haji."

"Yes already. I went to Abah Haji's house first."

After hanging up the phone, the god went to the house of Haji Zaenudin.

Geck... Geck.. Geck...

"Assynoltom... Abah Hajj."

Several times the Lord knocked on the door and said a greeting but there was no word from inside the house of Haji Zaenudin. "Don't Abah Haji the family is not home" he murmured.

Then God chose to sit on the terrace chair Haji Zaenudin. Just now he was sitting and was about to close his eyes, sounding squeak open the door. He turned to the door, and he saw Mimin who opened the door. He immediately stood up to Mimin who was standing behind the door.

"Min.your face is very pale. You sick?" asked Dewa when he realized Mimin's face was not as fresh as usual and also looked weak.

Mimin simply replied by shaking his head. His body suddenly fell. The god reflexes ran to grab Mimin's body.

Hoek...

The nausea that pressured Mimin vomited his stomach contents regarding the clothes and pants of God.

Hoek... Hoek...

"Sorry," said Mimin after spitting out all his stomach while rubbing the corner of his lips from the former vomit.

"You're so hot, Min. Have you taken medication?" ask God.

Mimin shook his head. "Your clothes are dirty. Sorry," he said again with weak intonation.

“Ga think about my clothes. Let's take a break,”ujar Dewa while guiding Mimin to stand and sit him on the sofa. “I go to the shop first yes, want to buy paracetamol,” he continued.

“Not buy. It's in the medicine box in the drawer of the TV sideboard,” said Mimin.

God swiftly took the medicine according to Mimin's direction and did not forget to bring a glass of drinking water.

“Diminum first cure,” God's word. His hand stretched out handed him a paracetamol tablet and a glass of water.

“Thank you,” said Mimin. Then take the medicine given by the gods.

“You're alone Min?” god asked when he realized there was no one in the house of Haji Zaenudin except the two of them.

Mimin nodded weakly. “Iya.”

“You should rest in the room only,” advice Dewa.

Mimin. Then stand. The god was about to help guide Mimin towards the room, but Mimin refused. “No need... I can do it myself. Thank you,” said.

“Be careful Min. If you need anything, call me. I am here while waiting for Sol or Abah Haji to come home,” said Dewa.

Mimin. Then walked weakly towards the room and did not forget to close the door of his room. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. Trying to sleep.

The god noticed his clothes and pants were hit by Mimin vomit. Then he went to the bathroom and wet the clothes and pants that were affected by vomit with the intention to remove the vomit stains. But what happened was that his clothes were so wet that he inevitably undressed his clothes and pants. Than to catch a cold. How thought.

Then he tried to dry his clothes by aerating under the fan with the maximum speed choice.

It had been about thirty minutes the God had laid himself on the sofa of the living room of Haji Zaenudin. With bare-chested and only wearing black color shorts. Then he got up and walked towards the tv room where he was drying his clothes. He touched his clothes, and it still felt wet. May Sol come home. His inner.

The god was about to lay himself down on the sofa again but suddenly there was a noise from outside. And the sound of the door being pounded roughly from outside.

Dugs... Dugs... Dugs...

God opens the door. There were dozens of residents crowded in front of the house of Haji Zaenudin with a sharp look at him. As if to swallow himself whole.

“This is it...!”

“Hey... You've done pervert huh!!”

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Oh my goodness the author of the shredded astor again very cool because ka Sephinasera komen loh in my work. Wow something really.

Marvellous... Marvelous (say Jarjit)

I liked.... I love it (says May May)

It is true (said Ipin)

Two stoppers... Two stopgits (say Mail)