That's so dirty of me

Part 8's

"Why are you Fir?"

I woke up, staring in wonder at the rice box that was on top of my lap.

"It doesn't taste good, huh?" Dira continued to ask.

Shaking slowly, I then stuffed the second full spoon into my mouth.

"Any," he muttered in surrender.

"Mas Alif how to bring you this much food, is your appetite this big?"

I stared at the various sweet and appetizing snacks on my bed. Then, while chewing the food that is still in the mouth, I spread my eyes to look at our roommates who still look cool talking. At first glance I heard them talking about Mas Alif and Mas Razi. These two handsome men will never be able to escape the beautiful mouths of the women who are here.

"By the way I like it, by the way" I said after swallowing my chew.

Take one more spoon, "Maybe Mas Alif deliberately give a lot because here there are also other friends." Then put another spoon.

"Hem, you're right too." Fira agreed.

"Make friends who like sweet foods, you can take it here." Shouted Fia with cheeks that were still bulging, so enjoy the food in her hands.

"Eh, by the way Fir, I heard Miss Annisa as well as Aunt Aisha slept in one room huh?"

Nodding honestly, "Yes Dir, starting tonight they both live in the same room. Well, maybe with time they'll become inseparable close friends."

I haven't actually seen with my own eyes how Miss Annisa and Aunt Aisha are going to be, but I'm sure they're good and open people. Making friends like a family will not take long.

"Hem.a close friend well, but I'm not sure either." Mumbled Fia with her chubby cheeks.

"Lho, how do you say that?" Why can't they?

Make sure they are good and loving people.

"I don't want to guess bad things well but somehow I doubt they're both close people. Well, maybe this reason is a little cliche if Mas Alif is involved in this but honestly Fir, I think he this guy will compete for Mas Alif. Moreover, this afternoon Zahra had told about Miss Annisa who began to be interested in Mas Alif, I was afraid if Ma'am Aisha also began to be interested in Mas Alif. If the conclusion is drawn, they should both live in different rooms."

Quietly, I thought the reason Fia said was logical. Because if you talk interested, both of them do look like Mas Alif. So, letting them stay in the same place was something quite inconclusive.

But, uh,

It could be that their hearts are not as bad as I thought and they could be better friends. Well, only God knows how His servant's heart is.

"Yes too, but.yes, we'll see later how their relationship develops. If it's not what we think they should be living in the same room and if it is, then maybe Umi will separate them." I don't want to think too much about things that aren't necessarily going to happen.

Let time answer it.

"You're right." Put another piece of cake in.

"Oh well, speaking of Miss Annisa I heard there are rumors saying that Miss Annisa is no longer veiled. Is that true?" Dira asked again.

"Hem, Miss Annisa did take off her veil." I answered somehow, feeling reluctant.

Might as well..

That's because I still don't want to see it that way.

"Who can you?, Isn't Miss Annisa's been wearing a veil since she went here?"

Wh why?

"I also don't know why he took off his veil." Thinking about it made my appetite disappear.

Especially when you remember what happened in the kitchen. Mas Alif completely forgot my existence because of it, I was really angry!

He said he would never eat anyone's cooking other than mine. But the fact is Mas Alif ate Miss Annisa's cooking!

He ate it quietly in front of my eyes, ah!

That's not the only thing that makes me even more disappointed in him. But also because Mas Alif who seemed not to see my existence there. The two of them were so immersed in that simple yet sweet interaction, that I who was standing right next to him became invisible.

L'm..

Mournfully.

"I'm sleepy, you just finish this food." Handing over the many boxes of rice to Dira's lap. Then, I laid myself back on the bed but this time it was no longer on Fia's bed, but on Dira's bed.

I don't know,

I actually slept at Umi's house but for some reason tonight I'd rather stay here than there. My appetite is gone and my heart is not calm anymore.

I was upset and sad, but I was even more disappointed because I didn't know why I was like this?

It was uncomfortable inside this chest.

"Lha, how do you go to sleep?. The food how continue not well know the dinner directly tidu-"

"Sst, Fia you don't have to talk anymore. Better the food you soon finish before being caught with the disciplinary officer."

Not caring about their conversation, I tried my hardest to close my eyes. Want to get into a dream that had previously attracted me into it.

"Fira, if there's a problem you can tell it to me." Whisper Dira in my ears.

After that a warm hug I felt behind me, Dira was hugging me dear and I liked this warm feeling. It's like Umi's calming me down.

Dira,

This cousin of mine is weird because between the three of us is the only one who is the most mature. In fact, from his pitch-black eyes I could feel as if he was peering into the depths of my soul.

Peeping something hidden there, but strangely I am not afraid if he sees it. Because for me Dira is more like Umi who has a calming atmosphere.

"Dira?" My whisper with eyes still reluctant closed.

"Hem?" Her voice was so close, so close that I wanted to cry in her arms. I fretted until I was so confused to face myself.

"My heart hurts." My whisper told me.

Then, a warm embrace that I felt even tighter.

Dira understands me so much.

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Noisy, I woke up again from sleep without my dreams. Although it was so heavy lifting my eyelids but it only lasted a few minutes because after that these eyes could finally see the environment around me.

Looks like it's time to pray tahajud.

"Fira doesn't pray anymore, does she?" Ask Dira as soon as our eyes meet. He was ready with the Mukena and the Qur'an in his arms. His face is so fresh.

"Hem, I don't pray anymore so can't join you guys." I answered while pulling the blanket higher.

"Yes, you have slept again, so tomorrow at school is not sleepy."

Nodding, "Where is she with Marwah?" I was confused because I didn't find Fia and Marwah here.

Could they have gone to the mosque?

"They were ablution outside with the others. Yes, I followed them first well and you continue to sleep first so that tomorrow is fresher." His message while leaving me.

Slowly in this room there were only a few people who might be being misfired. They look cool with their respective affairs, some continue to sleep and some are reading the book.

I'd rather go back to sleep, as Dira said I needed time to rest.

Hem, rest.

2 Hours later.

I woke up again by myself. The room was still quiet and it looked like they were performing dawn prayers in the mosque so I could take a shower without having to bother waiting in line.

Not wanting to linger, I also brought Dira's toiletries with me to the bathroom. We were going to school so I had to go back to Umi's house to get my uniform.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't the school uniform you wear. The uniform we used was actually a grey one on Monday and Tuesday, light green on Wednesday and Thursday, and light brown on Friday and Saturday.

We went to school like any other school, but the lessons we had were a little different from the school in general.

For example, Indonesian, mathematics, and English are mandatory lessons here. As for the rest, we focus more on the books of scholars and religious experts who are valid in their opinion. Reading and studying, these books without reading sometimes make us a little bored.

But there is also a fun side to it.

For example, such as reading Siroh Nabawiyah or Aisha Radhiyallahu Anha who possessed the heart. Especially with Aisyah Radhiyallahu Anha, I was so happy to read it. He was my idol since childhood.

I don't know, I don't know,

Maybe it was because Aisyah's mother was the same age as me and had a strong jealous side that made me fall in love with her. Especially when Mother Aisyah accompanied the time when the Prophet would die, these tears could not be contained. He loved the Prophet until after the death of the Prophet Aisha dedicated herself only to Allah. And during the 40 years of Rasullullah Saw's departure, he continued to spend his days in full fasting.

Masyaa Allah, I admire the personality of Mother Aisyah. The wife that God gave by the whisper of Gabriel and was destined to be together until his jannah. The only wife who made God send down a verse of enlightenment, proving how holy and sheltered she was from all the slanders of the sheitans.

Allah Masyaa.

20 Minutes later, I finished my shower. Honestly, the water is very cold and I really can't stand the lingering inside.

"Asphalt, Umi?" My greetings as I go inside.

Here deserted and it looks like Umi joined the prayer with Abi in the mosque. Rarely does this happen.

Because I did not find anyone, I decided to go straight into the room and immediately change my clothes with school uniforms. It did not take long to prepare because here we are not allowed to remove makeup that could invite orgasm for the opposite sex. Simply use baby powder so that the face is not too pale outside.

"Mas Alif?" I was surprised to see Mas Alif sitting in the living room.

But, what the fuck am I?

Seeing him in this house is nothing out of the ordinary. Ah, I remember if I was still mad at him!

"Sir, did you not pray to the mosque?" Ask a familiar.

Oh, my God, didn't he know earlier that some days I didn't pray but why suddenly today suddenly didn't know?

"There's a guest." My voice tried to ignore him.

"Where do you think you're looking at, don't you see?"

Hah, what does he think this is funny?

"Not funny to know, Mas!" Well, it's not that easy I'll forgive him.

Hoho..my self-esteem is so high!

"Astagfirullah.iya deh yes, besides Brother is confused to know see you are suddenly pouting so. Is there a hem problem?"

Hem, where was last night?

Busy with Annisa, aa?

"That's the matter?" Why not all work aja Mas Alif mumpung again deserted gini. Umi same Abi is again outside so safe dong if I naughty little.

"Yes, Mas. Fira again there is a problem, every thought Fira's heart must be immediately sad." Curse me while sitting beside him.

He moved sideways, looking at me in a position ready to listen.

"About what deck?, if you can't help Brother." Oh Allah, handsome Mas Alif if again relaxed gini. Hem, her dream husband.

If Miss Annisa so his wife must be very happy there is Mas Alif, very romantic people.

Look at the light of his eyes that soften full of the charm of the dream husbands of the women of today, melted them when they see this.

"That's about Kak-"

"Aliff! Alif! Where are you, son?" My words were stopped by Umi's panicked voice.

Umi looks so worried when entering the house.

"Umi's.. Umi, slow down Umi don't be in a hurry." Mas Alif got up from his seat, approached Umi so as not to run in such a hurry again.

We are worried and afraid if Umi falls later.

"Alif you have to hurry to the front gate because there is a group of men who come looking for Aisha. Hurry up, save Aisha and Annisa before they get hurt."

Aisha and Annisa's mom?

Why are they so early in the front yard and what business is it that this group of men are looking for Aisha's mother?

Is it possible...this has something to do with the night Mas Alif brought Aisha's mother home?

"Astagfirullah.at the gate besides them there are already anyone Umi? Has anyone secured them?" Alif looks panicked.

I understand that it should be like that, but..

Don't they have no relationship then why should it be this sweet?

"There's been someone who's secured but the only person who understands this situation is you, then hurry up to it before there's even bigger commotion."

Mas Alif nodded quickly, kissed Umi's hand and walked quickly out of the house.

"Mas Alif, wait for Fira! I'm not done yet"

"We can talk about that later because there are other issues that are more important to need Brother. Fira, brother assalamualaikum."

She went.

With a problem more important than mine. I understand..well, even really understand if the problem will involve the authorities but still I can not accept it.

Because this time I was confused...

Which girl is Mas Alif worried about, is it Aisha Ma'am or Annisa Ma'am?

Wh who?

I wonder who has taken over Mas Alif's heart until he forgets that I was once the only girl who made him forget the others.

Mas Alif, I'm,

Fira's heart hurts somehow, I don't like this feeling.

Fira did not like this strange feeling.

Seriate...