Red Hooded Girl

Halal Lover

Mimin stared at a pack of gifts Fahri gave on a plate. He remembered the last sentence Fahri said during the conversation.

"You better ask your husband's permission first. If your husband allows and ridho, then you eat yes. I don't want to sin because of your husband's insanity.”

Mimin took a deep breath and grabbed his phone. Open the call history list until you find a number you are looking for. The Gods mobile number.

It's not too hard to find God's number. Because at that time only God called him. He kept the number and thought for a moment. Until he typed in a contact name "The Man" as the contact name of God in his contact list.

Mimin photographed a pack of hodgepodge on a plate and sent the photo to the owner of the contact name "The Man". Don't forget to write something under the photo. "Can I eat this hodgepodge ?". And sent.

*****

The sun is in the middle of the sky. Fahri was sitting on his alphabet in the great mosque of the city. Waiting as the sun slips westward, entering the time of the sublime.

His mind was thrown at his meeting with Mimin a few minutes ago. He is not ignorant of his feelings for Mimin who has grown up since childhood. Not just the look of the girl who charmed his heart. His kind heart and calm and courteous character have confirmed his feelings of being immortal.

Even the charm of the women santri he knew was not able to shift his admiration for Mimin even since Mimin has not veiled like now.

And his feelings deepened when Mimin decided to veil when he finished High School. The feeling of being bigger is inversely proportional to the feeling of self-confidence that is getting smaller. How ironic.

The figure of Haji Zaenudin who is known as the richest man in the village of Cibening made his courage shrink even to just express his feelings to Mimin. Even though he knew, felt and was sensitive enough to understand that Mimin also had the same feelings as himself. Still the gap in social status that exists plus a heavy burden on his shoulders as the head of the family who must support both his widow and his nephews who must be paid for his education. Make himself not prioritize matters of the heart.

All he has done is pray. Prayer becomes the only effort in realizing his dream of uniting hearts with Mimin. And now he must try his hardest to let go, let go, and destroy the feelings that have been fostered for a long time. Wither before it develops, breaking before it becomes whole. Depressing.

The pat of someone on the back blew his daydream. "Astagfirullah," he said.

"Taz.. dah time," said the marbot who is commonly called James stands for Jamaah mosque.

"Thank you Jemz" said Fahri.

Fahri is one of the imams in this mosque. He stood about to shout azan when his gaze caught the shadow of a long-haired man.

"Yin...!!" exciting Fahri.

"Milgri."

"Antum the azan yes" Fahri said.

"Wih, it's not. I don't care" God.

"Udah... Come on, antum azan! Ana still remembers the antum was the best Muazin time in the cottage first. The most melodious antum sound," said Fahri. Yes it is true, God has a pretty melodious voice so he became a vocalist.

"But...."

"Never turn down a good opportunity. Will Antum refuse the opportunity to get a reward?"

"alright... Bismillah."

"Yan. after the prayer, wait for ya. Ana wants to talk to antum." Fahri's message before the Gods head to the pulpit.

"Ready... Ustaz Fahri."

"Haisssha..." Fahri sizzled not like his best friend called ustaz. For him, a friend is still a friend. Do not let the name Ustaz will give distance between them.

After the gods declared azan. Fahri came forward and became a priest.

*****

Today the gods work until rest. A few days ago he was working overtime, coming home from work to night because of the number of customer motors that had to be repaired. And he chose to change his overtime by going home early today because he planned to see Opi.

Not because he was too worried about Opi, but because he was worried about Mimin. Of course, he did not want to see Mimin worried and worried about Opi.

Before meeting Opi, he stopped by the grand mosque due to the time of the Zuhr who soon arrived. After berwudu and will prepare for prayer, accidentally met with Fahri.

After performing the Zuhr prayer which was imitated by Fahri, he sat on the veranda of the mosque. While waiting for Fahri to finish his activities, he chose to open his phone. And for a moment his lips smiled as wide as possible because they read the incoming notification. There was a WA message coming in from "My Halal Love", as soon as he named the contact from Mimin.

With a big smile and a sigh he opened a message from Mimin. And his smile grew wider and more bright, while reading a message from Mimin. A photograph of a pack of either might be warteg rice, padang rice, ketoprak, tofu peel, or hodgepodge on a plate. And the sweet message under the photo is "Can I have this hodgepodge?"

The gods reply to Mimin's message. For a long time he typed in a reply to Mimin's message. Until he did not realize Fahri who was sitting cross-legged beside him.

"Ehem... Antum looks really happy. Write a message with a smile like that," teased Fahri.

"Eee, yes it's really fun even," replied the God accompanied by a smile.

"Dapet WA message from a lover huh?" tanya Fahri teases the Gods.

The gods laughed. " Hehehe... Yes.. halal lover," he replied.

Fahri laughed laughing at thinking God was joking. "Haha... So the Halalin hunt can be a halal lover," he said.

The god replied with a smile.

Fahri smiled bitterly. "Halline school before people take it!" yells.

"Don't be like ana, Yan. Never dare to go forward, and finally someone else. The wilt before it develops, breaks before it becomes whole, separates before it unites, loses forever before it has," he said.

The god looked at Fahri. What Fahri meant was Mina. His inner.

"Yes, Yan. Where does Antum live?" ask Fahri. At the beginning of their meeting after a long time did not meet, maybe because of the deep euphoria to make Fahri did not have time to ask the phone number and residence of the God.

"In the village of Cibening" answered the Lord.

"Yes.but which side?"

"I live in Hajj Zaenudin's contract."

"Yes.." said Fahri surprised.

"Yes." Yeah." Gods nodded.

"What number of doors?"

"Number one."

"That means next door to Pak Haji dong's house."

"Yup. Right."

Fahri was silent for a moment. It was very interesting to ask God about who Mimin's husband was. If God lives in the contract Haji Zaenudin let alone door number one must know about the rumors that are circulating, about the events of the raids that occurred, the, as he accidentally heard from the mouths of the people of Cibening village. But he felt bad to ask.

"Where's the antum?" ask Fahri finally.

"In the workshop."

"Yes. Where's the workshop?"

"The workshop in. (name of place)"

"Haji Hamid's Workshop?"

"Yes. Antum knew Haji Hamid too?"

"Yes. Oya, Yan. when antum has free time, ana wants to play to the antum place. All right, please check the motor ana's breaking down often."

"Next afternoon, too. I'm working half a day today."

"Why half a day?"

"I want to see Opi."

"Sir Haji who sent antum to see Opi?"

"Not... Mina."

"Mina??"

"Mimin means."

"Oh... Why did Mimin send antum to see Opi?"

"Because he is... Because it was told by Mr. Haji," God's errat. Almost the God of sin mentions the status of Mimin as his wife.

"Hehehe... Just like Yan."

"Hehehehe..." The gods laughed.

"God willing, today there are also many activities. Later in the afternoon Insyaallah ana to the antum place yes!"

"Ready. I'm waiting for Fahri."

*****

Mimin is still in his chair. A moment later he stared at his fluttering phone on his desk.

He grabbed his phone. There's a message notification from "That guy."

He widened his eyes wide when he saw a reply from God. A very long reply message like a train.

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Curious what God is retaliating for?

UP next day or afternoon ya insyaallah. I typed but not finished, just a little more.

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