The Halal Love

24

Samuel hates waking up in the morning. Unfortunately he had no choice, because in his own house he had a natural alarm. Samuel's life was still half as long as his mother screamed while hitting Samuel with a broomstick. Samuel was still writhing as his mother's voice sounded away, but when he intended to close his eyes again, it came closer, this time twice as loud as before, making the guy groan and shuffle his hair is frustrating.

Samuel got up and rubbed his face rough, before finally a pile of cloth hit his face. “That's your prayer tool. He said he wanted to pray the prayer, built it very difficult.

” Mama back nagging.

Samuel's eyes rested on the clock hanging over the wall of his room, at 04:45. Didn't your mother wake up too quickly? With a giant step, Samuel walked to the bathroom, was about to clean himself and then prepared to go to the mosque.

As he exited the House, Samuel stared at the sky that had not even touched the sun. Cold air early in the morning blind that very rarely he met as if hugging his body wearing a cocoa shirt. Ah it seems that this is the reason why the prayer is said to be heavy for hypocrites. It turns out that in addition to drowsiness, cold air is also the main reason for those who are reluctant to perform prayers.

The man walked through the cold air. The sound of the adhan shubuh from the mosque loudspeaker across the street was heard still while being echoed. It speeds up the steps. Once at the Mosque the face he first recognized was the face of his Papa.

“Pah, to Masjid ngajak-ngajak.” His whisper.

“Papa think you are not serious about praying in Masjid.” Answer Papa. He even looked at the appearance of his son, as if he was looking at the wonders of the world.

“You're pasting jin Islam?”

Samuel clucked, “Pah, as bad as Samuel, Samuel remains a Muslim who must pray.”

Papa was really amazed to see the change Samuel thought so suddenly. But it is undeniable that he was happy to see it.

\*

Nisa had just crossed the first class when the sound of sirens sounded in the middle of the Rectorate building. Some people gathered like ants surrounding a sweet candy. Shortly thereafter a rumbling sound coming from the loudspeaker was heard.

“There's a demo, yes?” Sarah who just came out of the toilet was also surprised to see the crowded surrounding conditions. Students run towards the source of the sound.

“Ne-know.” Reply Nisa indifferently.

“Let's all gather in front of the Rectorate!” The voice came from a well-built man, wearing the alma mater of Guna Dharma University, whom Nisa knew of as Fathur. He's the BEM leader.

“Eh let's go there!” Sarah pulls Nisa's arm without asking the girl's approval.

“Rah, males ah. We just ran away. It is not clear what the demo is about.

” Nisa takes Sarah's hand off her arm.

“Yes, Nis. For sure there is a demo benefit for us.” Sarah tried to convince Nisa.

“ Uh, Ma'am, it's in front of demo what huh?” He intercepted one of the students.

“Demo demands unnatural UKT increase.” Said a girl whose hair was parsed and reddish in color.

“Tuh right. I said what too. If UKT rises, we also lose. C'mon.” Sarah pulled back Nisa's arm making the girl inevitably follow the steps of her best friend who was so excited. Nisa knows exactly, surely Sarah has another purpose.

"Friends, let us fight together for our rights. What we should get should really be earned. We are destroying the unjust regimes that eat people's money. Do not be silent when oppressed. This campus does not belong only to the rector and his ranks, so do not let them act arbitrarily. We must move when injustice is before our eyes. Live student! Live people!"

A loud voice that dominated the Field this afternoon became the center of attention of all pairs of eyes that were watching. The voice came from a gondrong male whose hair was disheveled in the wind. His body is tall strapping wrapped in an alma mater jacket with the emblem of the Student Executive Board, aka BEM in his right arm.

The heat of the afternoon sun did not shake his spirit of decoration. Although the sweat poured on the forehead, but the man still stood firmly shouting his heart's voice representing all students.

"The purpose of education is to educate, not to harm. The cost of education is stifling, making us unable to dwell. It is as if education belongs only to the rich. The poor? Allowed to be a stupid human being. Education in our country should be good. For that, my friends, do not silence when our rights are taken away. Let's unite to fight!"

"The rise of UKT which is no longer above the reasonable limit, we must refuse! Do not be squeezed under the pretext of providing a proper education!" The man kept screaming. Some people are seen capturing the moment by taking pictures and the surrounding conditions.

The smoke comes from tires that are deliberately burned high. Increase the heat of the temperature and situation. New students were forced to take part in the action. Despite doing nothing, they were told to stay in the neighborhood.

"This is our country, millions of people are scarred. The children of the workers do not go to school, the village youth do not work. They're being deprived of their rights….."

The student mars song began to flow from the megaphone that the man was holding. Followed by all the participants who sang it. From the corner, the left end, the right end, in the middle, all seemed to sing voicing their protest.

Today, all students are required to take action demanding a UKT increase or single tuition. The rise of UKT, which is considered unnatural, caused controversy among students. Some of the people in authority representing the voices of all the students are struggling there. Demanding, asking for back the rights they should have.

The increase in UKT is considered as a dirty act of greedy campus officials. Because education has been turned by them. Where can enjoy education is only people who can afford it.

Samuel kept screaming out there. Nisa watched him from a distance. Every word that came out of the man's mouth attracted attention to anyone who heard. The man was used to being the center of attention like this. And without realizing it, in times like that Samuel much admired by girls.

"Nis, Sam's cool."

Sarah nudged the arm of the black-veiled girl beside her, who was replied with a shout. The girl doesn't care. In fact, he was very reluctant to join such activities. But Sarah forced him. Although the activity is beneficial, but too much harm is caused. The mixing of men and women, and the deafening cries made him uncomfortable.

The girl was about to step away from the crowd, when suddenly her name was called through a loudspeaker.

"Sayyidah Annisa."

Steps ceased. A few pairs of eyes that recognized him stared questioningly. The girl stood there doing nothing. Even Sarah only gawked when she heard the name of her best friend was called.

"Nobody moves from this place before the action is over." The man who called Nisa's name was back to open his voice. Not wanting to be the center of attention, the girl turned her steps back to where she was.

“Nis, you have to story after this. Anyway should.” Sarah exclaims.

Nisa was silent. His heart beats above the normal limits. Thousands of butterflies back tickle dancing in his stomach. His face was red, like it had just been doused in tomato sauce. The man up ahead was really full of surprises.

\*

Vika follows Samuel's fast-moving steps into the field. Today there is a sudden demo agenda after hearing the news of the increase in UKT which is considered unnatural. Fathur who carried the information was immediately greeted by Samuel who suddenly stood up excitedly and gathered a crowd to hold an action.

Cheating is something that must be eliminated. Silencing when bullied is a mistake. That's what Samuel always said when things like this happened. The man was sanctioned by the dirty actions of the higher-ups who he thought were only limited to material wealth, but poor manners and ethics.

“Sam, I cumpulin son FK, Law, same MIPA. Lo to Fisip, Literature, Economics. Some have been taken care of by other children.”

Vika's sentence was answered by a nod and a thumbs-up from Samuel. They rushed to do their duty. No longer paying attention to the ongoing lectures. No Student should be complicated in the matter of UKT payment, if it happens then BEM will stand at the forefront, representing the voice of all Students to sue the high-ranking cheaters.

The crowd had gathered in front of the Rectorate building. Samuel was getting ready to start.

“Sam, no one in the Rectorate. Only subordinate staff doang.”

Samuel laughed on his side. It is certain that the officials of the Campus are not in the room. They know that after issuing a decision, the students must not accept and prepare to sue. To avoid the sweet words of the Students, they chose not to work today. Really sneaky.

“We remain in tauhin. Action is not just done once. We keep moving, until the goal is reached.”

Vika nodded. Samuel's words became an encouragement injection for him. The girl took the siren and rang it in the middle of the crowd.

"Friends, let us fight together for our rights. What we should get should really be earned. We are destroying the unjust regimes that eat people's money. Do not be silent when oppressed. This campus does not belong only to the rector and his ranks, so do not let them act arbitrarily. We must move when injustice is before our eyes. Live student! Live people!"

Vika could not help but be amazed by Samuel when the man began to decorate. For him, it was such moments that all the charisma Samuel had emanated. Although Samuel's appearance can not be said to be neat, but the man is always in puja and praised. His pleasant bearing and that man's face that could not be said to be ugly were the reasons.

“Sayyidah Annisa.”

Vika's daydream, when Samuel up ahead mentioned one name. Vika follows Samuel's gaze, which falls on a young gray-veiled woman standing under an acacia tree. The woman was just as stingy, even from a distance Vika could see the red hue that adorned the cheeks of the girl.

Seeing Samuel blatantly mention Nisa's name alone made her heart throb in pain. Especially when Samuel looked at the girl with an adoring look, his heart ache grew worse.

“Si Sam say something, mention the name of the child in the middle of the action.” Fathur nudged Vika's arm, making the girl turn her back.

Vika sniffing shoulders, “That's Nisa.”

“Nisa's son Mr Kyai?”

Vika nodded in reply to a loud exclamation by Fathur.

“Anjir tuh son. Gercep is so. Kasian his son Pak Kyai sampe kayak crab stewed his face.” Said Fathur while looking at Nisa who was currently moving uncomfortably in her situation.

Vika did not respond to Fathur's remarks. The girl just passed by leaving the action location. Even when Fathur yelled at him he kept walking unconcerned.

\*

“News, cepet!”

Nisa who was stirring her chicken soup looked at Sarah with a puffiness. He did not want to talk about Samuel. Even his heart was not completely normal. The girl had to bear the shame after the incident of her name being called in the middle of the action. Luckily, only a handful of people in Guna Dharma recognized him. Mostly FK children and members of the Campus Da'wah Institution. But still while walking to the Canteen, Nisa must sincerely let her ears hear rumors about her.

“Reacted yes, my guess. You are nothing to Samuel.”

Nisa sizzled furiously with the girl before her.

“Could ndak anyway, your voice volume is denigrated. If anyone is horrified, they will misunderstand.”

Sarah covered her mouth using both palms, “Yes sorry. Abisnya I gemes same you who did not give clarification from earlier.”

“What clarification? I really don't have anything with Samuel.”

Sarah washes a rough breath, “We have how long has it been? A month? Two months?” The girl sighed in anxiety. “3 years, Nis, 3 years. We've known him for 3 years. Have I betrayed you all this time when you told me all your privacy? No, right? Then why are you acting like someone who doesn't believe in me? My heartache, Nis.”

Nisa smile. Somehow Sarah's childish nature seemed to tickle her.

“Malah. Come story.” Sarah hits Nisa's arm slowly.

“OK okay. So gini..” Nisa hangs her sentence, making Sarah who is ready to put the ears back whining.

“Nisaaaaaaaa if the story is not half-and-half.”

Nasi laughs, “Samuel ask help to me to teach him how to be true religion.”

“Hah, what did Samuel say that for?!” Sarah's voice sounded loud. Even so loud, to the point that some canteen visitors look towards the two of them.

Nisa reelagapan's. “Udah lah Rah, ah, males I story.” He sulks.

Sarah hit her own mouth. “Iya, sorry. Surprised finally. Continue further. Promise will not scream again.” The girl made a piece with two fingers.

“Hmm promise, yes?”

Sarah nodded convincingly. “Iya promise. Cepet taulin.”

“I said I'd be willing to help him. He started learning to pray 5 times, read Qur’an. That was doang.”

Sarah listened, before finally coming back to exclaim, “You like Samuel?”

The sentence sounded tickling in Nisa's ear. Do you like Samuel? Did ya?

“Why did you draw that conclusion?”

Sarah moved her seat closer to Nisa. “I know you. You never want to waste time doing something useless. And when you do something, something is definitely an important thing that has meaning for you.”

Nisa fell silent, trying to digest Sarah's words that had little point.

“But I don't like Samuel.” Nisa.

“Then, now try to ask yourself, what is your purpose for accepting Samuel.” application

Nisa was silent again. He's never thought about that before. When Samuel asked for his help, he just wanted to help. There's nothing more. But the one that was spinning in Nisa's head at the moment, she had never done this before. He never wasted time on things that were not so important. And one thing he also just realized, all this time he did not like interference in any type. But when he knew Samuel, he was always disturbed. The man always appeared at will and grew a strange gelanyar inside his chest.

\*

When he arrived at Basecamp, Samuel was greeted with a questionable gaze by his comrades. Even today he feels like a defendant preparing to be judged.

“Why do you on?” Samuel tried to stay calm.

Fathur patted the carpet beside him, hinting that Samuel should sit there. Like a buffalo stuck in his nose, Samuel nodded.

“Lo on don't I like that why the hell I'm doing what sins?”

“Lo why call his name son Pak Kyai in the middle of the action?” Fathur as a speaker representing his friends finally opened his voice.

Samuel was silent for a moment. “Because he wants to escape from the location of the action is not finished.” Samuel.

Fathur screeches, “The reason you don't make sense. Many kok juniors who run from the location of the action is not finished, but you do not reprimand.”

“And I don't know their name.” Samuel was still struggling with his position.

“Even Vika also out of the location do not you call his name.”

Feeling her name being called, Vika raised her gaze. And for a moment the look in his eyes met Samuel's black bead.

“Because I don't see.” Samuel tried to defend his argument.

“Don't you date her already?!”

Vika's like getting a smudge on her chest. He tried to neutralize the pain that was gnawing his heart.

Samuel menoyor head of Fathur, “Lo do not make slander! I don't have anything with Nisa.”

Fathur fixed his messy hairdo.

“Gue does not want to until Nisa gets strange accusations because of your speculation that does not have any evidence.”

Samuel stood up, leaving Basecamp and his friends who were just gawking at his colleague's strange behavior.

\*