Red Hooded Girl

Misunderstand

"Mina, let me get you to meet Hana. Let us both explain to Hana, "the Lord proposed.

"Don't. Just leave me alone. Worrying will make Hana even more uncomfortable if you see us alone," Mimin refused. Because Hana's mood must be not good, and maybe it's not good to see herself alone with the man Hana loves.

"You better clean up the spills of the bread setup, before you get scorned by Opi," Mimin said later.

"Yes already then. Be careful, yes" said the god.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mimin.

"Waalaikum salam." The god accompanied Mimin's steps with his gaze.

After Mimin moved away, he turned his gaze to the two-stacking bushels lying on the floor. Rantang whose one position is bowed down so that it drops the entire contents in it. While the other bushel was lying in a normal position and did not spill its contents even though the shape of the bread setup was a little strange due to the violent clash between the bushel and the floor. It doesn't matter what it looks like, the most important thing is that it can still be eaten.

The god cleared the fallen bushel. And set aside a bushel whose contents are still intact. It was quite a bread setup that could later be eaten with Sol. Then he took the mop next to the house. When he returned to the living room to clean the dirty floor due to the fall of the sticky bread setup, he found Opi was already standing there with his waist ruffled.

"What is that?!" salak Opi's.

"That's called a plain bread setup, Opi!" reply to the Gods with the same cry of intonation as Opi.

"Yes, Opi knows it too. Whose job is it?"

"Quiet Pi. I've taken the mop." The god showed the floor-painting device he was carrying.

"The new ones are also swept and dipel even dirty again," Opi sewot just like the mothers who are nagging their children.

"Relax Pi, this is also I want to clean," said the God who began mopping the floor.

"Until it's clean!" exclaim Opi.

"Yes, just calm down. Patience Opi .. so the woman must be calm and patient," said the God.

"The calm and patient woman is just an indiciar woman" said Opi. Then sauntered away leaving the God who was still solemn mopping the floor.

"Indosiar woman??" The god scrunched his forehead. "Wow... I cried imagining," he murmured.

*****

Fahri was washing his bike when his gaze was diverted to the veiled woman who was swinging her strides wide while crying as she walked towards him. That woman is Hana.

"Assalamualaikum, Han," said Fahri. Who got no reply from Hana.

"Why are you?!" Fahri who was originally squatting was washing the motorbike, got up to stand because he saw Hana crying as hard as that and did not pay attention to her greeting.

Hana continued to swing her pace quickly without turning her head for a single moment at Fahri. And don't comment on Fahri's remarks or questions. He wants to get to his house soon. Want to meet with a soft mattress and cry hard.

Fahri was still standing staring at the confused pace of his best friend, until the shadow of Hana was no longer visible because it had entered the house.

Just as he crouched down to continue washing his motorbike, his gaze was diverted back at the veiled woman who was also swinging her strides wide and hastily. That woman is Mimin. As their distance neared, Fahri could clearly see the look of anxiety on the beautiful face of the woman he had once so longed for.

"Assalamualaikum, Min," said Fahri.

"Waalaikum salam." Mimin turned his head briefly towards Fahri to answer the greeting without stopping his steps. Because they want to get to Hana's house to explain everything to Hana.

Mimin has arrived in front of Hana's house. He repeatedly knocked on the door and said greetings but did not say anything from within. And there's no sign someone will open the door for her.

While inside the house, Hana was lying on her stomach on a mattress. His face he buried on a padded pillow with a gloved Hello Kitty picture. He cried while banging his hands on Hello Kitty's bedsheet. He is alone in this house. Other family members were attending the invitation in the village next door.

He heard the knocking of the door and the call of greeting from outside. Because the position of the room is at the front, on the side of the living room. He also knew if the call to greet the voice of someone outside the house was the voice of Mimin. However, he chose not to open the door for his best friend. Not want to meet a friend who has incised such deep wounds to him.

After long enough to keep knocking on the door and say hello. And after Mimin believes Hana is not willing to open the door for him. And maybe refuse to meet him. He decided to go back home. With a sad face and shaky steps, he swung his step home. He again met with Fahri who was still washing motorcycles.

"Min... Are you the same as Hana?!" Fahri himself was confused as to what to ask.

"Excuse me, Fahri. Assalamualaikum," said Mimin then passed his step back home. There was no intention to tell Fahri the problem.

"Waalaikum salam." Fahri was only able to stare at Mimin's careless steps that were getting away. With all sorts of conjectures appearing in his mind.

Mimin arrived at his yard, he saw Dewa sitting on the porch chair of the house.

"How's it?" the Lord asked worriedly, seeing the gloomy face of his wife.

Mimin took a seat in the other seat. He shook his head. "It looks like Hana doesn't want to see me" he said.

"Patience, Mina. Let Hana calm down first," said the god.

"I think it's better."

"It's almost magrib, I'm in first." Mimin got up from his seat and went into the house. Likewise with the Gods, he also entered into his contract.

*****

"Caca, can you please deliver the clothes of Ms. Hani," Teh Farah said to her son.

"Let Fahri go to Bu Hani's house, Tea. All the way to the mosque," pinta Fahri.

"Oh, yes, that's it. These stitches are Bu Hani's, please deliver them." Farah's tea handed over plastic containing stitching clothes belonging to Bu Hani, Hana's mother.

"Just deliver some tea? Hasn't the sewing fees been?"

"Ongkosnya. Just give up her clothes."

"Yes Tea. I'll take you all to the mosque" Fahri concluded.

Magrib is coming soon. Fahri was about to go to the mosque. Previously he stopped by Hana's house to deliver the stitches owned by Bu Hani.

"Why are you Han?" fahri asked Hana who opened the door and received a seam from Farah Tea.

Hannah was silent and did not intend to answer.

"What about Mimin? Or about Iyan?" ask Fahri again.

"Better you don't know. Because it will hurt your heart" replied Hana.

"I mean??" fahri asked not to understand.

"Didn't you love Mimin?"

"First. Now, thank God, I've thrown away that feeling. Is it not halal to love the halal spouse of another. God will not grieve him."

"Goodoo. Because it turns out Mimin is not as good as you think, not as good as you imagine," said Hana. He seemed to have misunderstood what had happened.

"Astagfirullah Hana's. Watch what you say!"

"What is the name if a married woman, opens her aura in front of another man. They even do...."

"What do you mean Han?"

"She not only sinned against her husband, but also hurt me, her best friend. I saw Mimin and Iyan Ber..." Hana was unable to continue her sentence.

"Mimin and Iyan??"

"Yes. They're so outrageous, Fahri. If you look at it, I'm sure you'll regret the seeds of love for Mimin that you've nurtured since childhood."

Fahri shook his head. "Astagfirullah, there seems to be a misunderstanding here."

"If Mimin opens his letter in front of Iyan, or if Mimin and Iyan do anything there is nothing wrong, because they are halal to do it" Fahri said.

"You mean??"

"You must have heard the story about Mimin from the villagers, right?"

Hana nodded.

"The man who was with Mimin that night was Iyan."

"What-what?!" Hana was shocked to hear it.

"Mimin and Iyan are married, they're a lawful couple."

Hana was stunned to hear Fahri's explanation.

"A true friend is someone who understands you, even willing to delay his business, his interests, his feelings, and his happiness in order to maintain the fabric of friendship with you," said Fahri before a second later heard the echo of the voice of azan magrib.

"I went to the mosque first, it's Azan. Assalamualaikum," concluded Fahri. Then it passed leaving the stunned Hana standing in front of the door.

"Waalaikum greetings," replied Hana lirih after Fahri walked away leaving her.

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