Red Hooded Girl

S2. Hana and Haqi

One week later

Sofia Adriana, aka Opi, was hanging over a guava tree in her yard when her gaze fell on a man who had just stepped out of an MPV car right in front of her fence. The man was seen coming down from the car and then flashing to the right and left, forward and back like he was looking for something.

Opi who turned out to recognize the man immediately shouted to the man.

"Ustaz Baihaqi's...! Ezra...!" shouted Opi from the top of the guava tree.

Yes, that man is Haqi or Ustaz Baihaqi. Haqi who heard someone shout his name came back into a daze looking for where the voice came from.

"Ustaz ... I'm here!" pekik Opi is still from the top of the guava tree.

At first Haqi was confused not being able to catch where the sound came from until he fell down the guava. Luckily the guava did not hit his head and with a kung fu reflex he managed to catch the guava with one hand.

"Astagfirullahaladzim!" pekik Haqi was surprised when he found a girl in black hijab in the middle of the nangkring on a guava tree.

Opi is self-improving. If it used to be after school when it was just up to the school gate had removed the veil and stored it in a bag, now it is not like that anymore. Even now if outside the house he always tried to hooded. As he currently climbs the tree wearing long pants, long hand t-shirts and a black veil.

"Ustaz Haqi's...!" opi shouted while jumping down from the top of the tree. Making Haqi's heart almost dislodged saw Opi jump from the top of the tree.

After his foot managed to step on the ground, Opi immediately ran out of the fence to meet Haqi.

"Assalamualaikum, Taz," said Opi. 

"Waalaikum salam. Emm..." Haqi seemed to be thinking of recalling the name of the cheerful teenage girl before him.

"Ustaz definitely not want to be the same as me," complained Opi a little disappointed.

"Remember dong. He did not remember the vice chairman of OSIS at the city's favorite High School Serang," said Haqi who had remembered the girl before him.

Ustaz Baihaqi is a regular speaker at X High School which is a favorite school in Serang city, where Opi attended.

"Alhamdulillah, Ustaz inget same me."

"Emmm... Sofia. Her name is Sofia, right?"

"Rubber, Taz. But call Opi."

"OK, Opi ya." Haqi.

"Where is Ustaz Haqi going?" ask Opi.

"I'm looking for Ustaz Fahri's house" Haqi said.

"Oh, Ustaz Fahri."

Opi's heart warms when he hears Fahri's name. For some reason lately if you hear the name Fahri, his heart is always shaking. Especially if he saw Fahri, his heart tremors suddenly increased manifold like the earthquake with a force of 5.7 on the Richter Scale. If you can chat with Fahri it might be a potential earthquake tsunami.

"Well you know Ustaz Fahri's house?"

"Or dong, Taz. Ustaz is going there? Let Opi anter, yuk."

"May, if it doesn't interfere with Opi's busyness."

"No, Taz. I don't have any meaningful activity. My busyness is just climbing a tree and .. arranging the heart, ea ea.." sloroh Opi.

Haqi smiled at Opi's slurs.

"The car's here, Taz. You see, the alley of Ustaz Fahri's house is narrow, does not fit a car," Opi explained.

"So we go?"

"Yes, Taz. Just walk, you...!" bring Opi.

"Yuk."

Opi and Haqi set foot towards Fahri's house of course by applying the distance.

"This is the house of Ka Fahri .. uh Ustaz Fahri means," Opi said when he arrived in front of the simple house where Fahri lived.

"House is empty. About Ustaz Fahri is in the house huh?"

"Emmm... That's a Ka Fahri motor. uh Ustaz Fahri." Opi pointed to an old matic motor parked in front of Fahri's house. "That means the guy's there, Taz."

"Oh, yes." Haqi stepped in towards the main door of Fahri's house and Opi followed behind.

"Assalamualaik." Haqi said his regards.

"The loud voice, Taz. Here, look."

Geck... Geck... Geck...

"Assynoltom... Assalamualaik... Assalamualaikum." Opi said the greeting three times at once with a sound intonation three times that of Haqi's voice earlier.

"Waalaikum salam." The voice of the greeting answers from inside the house. The voice of a man who is none other than Fahri. Hearing Fahri's voice, Opi's chest becomes deg-degan made.

Fahri did not wait long to open the door of his house.

"Assalamualaikum" haqi said as Fahri opened the door for him.

"Greetings, Kang Ustaz Haqi." Fahri greeted Haqi in a friendly and familiar atmosphere. 

"Assalamualaikum, Ka Fahri," said Opi after Fahri saluted Haqi.

"Waalaikum greetings, Nong Opi," Fahri replied.

At once Opi curled her lips, publishing a smile at the "Nong" call Fahri had pinned to her. Although the call "Nong" was actually a casual call to a younger woman. But if Fahri who calls him "Nong" it feels different. Like there's sweetness.

"Oh, yes. Opi 'kan champion Kang Nong Banten this year yes," said Haqi.

"Well, is that it?" sahut Fahri's.

Yes, Opi's achievements this year were not only PORCAM-level pencak silat champions. He is also a student-level Kang Nong Banten champion. The school that appointed him to be a participant of the event. An event for the selection of the best sons held by the Serang City Government.

"Ih, Ustaz Haqi is not to be talked about. Opi is ashamed" Opi said

"Kang Ustaz, let's go in. Sorry the house is a mess, Kang."

"Thank you, Fahri. It's nothing like anybody" said Haqi. He went inside and sat on a sofa.

"Then ... Excuse me, Taz. Assalamualaikum."

"Nong Opi, wait a minute!" exciting Fahri.

Opi who was about to turn the body so urgently because of the appeal Fahri. "Yes, Ka uh Taz."

"Call Brother" said Fahri.

Opi nodded while smiling. "Yes, Ka Fahri."

"Nong Opi is busy?"

Opi shook his head quickly. "No. Not too busy. Opi mah free .. freehatin. Hehehe."

"Nong Opi can come in and sit down first?"

"Can," said Opi excitedly. Then go in and sit on the single sofa. "Now, Opi sat down, Ka."

"Kang Ustaz, apologize for a moment. I have the same needs as Opi" Fahri told Haqi.

"Yes. Please."

"Mimin how's it going, Nong?" ask Fahri.

"Alhamdulillah Mimin Tea is healthy" replied Opi.

"Alhamdulillah. Have you gone home?"

"Alhamdulillah, already, Ka."

"Alhamdulillah" said Fahri.

"Nong Opi. There is a deposit for Mimin from Farah Tea," Fahri said as he woke up from his seat.

Just now Fahri was standing about to leave the living room then Hana came.

"Assalamualaikum," said Hana.

"Waalaikum salam" answered everyone.

Haqi looked surprised when he saw Hana coming. While Hana had yet to realize Haqi's presence there. He only focused on Fahri and Opi.

"Aih aih ... Opis. Hayo ketauan, again doing here," seduced Hana.

"Ih, what the hell. The Opi man just nganterin Ustaz Haqi aja. Yes Ustaz huh?" Opi looked at Haqi pleading for a defense.

Hana immediately raised her gaze to Haqi who was sitting close to Fahri's position. And the views of the two meet. He gasped for a while because he did not expect to be reunited with the man who had helped him a week ago.

Hana nodded kindly, so did Haqi.

"Assalamualaikum, Ukhti," haqi said.

"Waalaikum salam" replied Hana.

"Don't Kang Ustaz know Hana?" fahri asked who raised his gaze to Haqi and Hana.

"Udah."

"Udah."

Hana and Haqi replied simultaneously.

Oh, I answered him anyway. Even though 'kan did not know just met just that was not intentional. Inner Hana and Haqi.

"Not yet."

"Not yet."

Hana and Haqi again agreed. We both corrected the previous statement.

"Ciye... Ciye. Ka Hana same Ustaz Haqi compact that he replied. Don't be a fool."

"Opi...!"

"Opi...!"

Hana and Haqi called out to Opi, again at the same time.

"So actually Kang Ustaz same Hana already know yet?" ask Fahri again.

This time Hana and Haqi were silent. They just look at each other.

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