The Muazin

Episode 11

Not felt, tomorrow has entered the month of Ramadan. That means, later tonight, all Muslims will perform tarawih prayer. In accordance with the tradition that has been passed down in my village, all citizens of the community will do padusan together. That is, bathing in a river, beach, or other spring.

However, not infrequently, there are also those who choose to bathe in their respective homes. Like me, even though padusan is just a tradition, but it feels like it's ingrained. Age that has entered the adult phase, makes me lazy to do things that drain time and energy. Unlike when I was a child, I would feel happy if invited to the river because I could be satisfied playing with friends. No matter men or women, we all mixed together unabashedly. Now, it would be inappropriate to repeat such a moment again.

This morning, all the administrators of the Al Husna mosque were gathered to carry out mosque services. No exception, mosque teenagers also participate here. We were all given our own duties, some were sweeping, mopping, wiping the windows of the mosque, replacing dead lights, and also washing carpets in the river. 

The river in question, is only about 1 kilometer from the mosque. As Ramadan approaches like this, many people wash carpets there. Sunning was also done there–on the bridge that connects the two districts in my area.

On the sidelines of cleaning the floor of the mosque. I've been trying to figure out who's been filling my mind lately. From a distance, Gus Fawaid was riding in a pickup car that would take a carpet washing troupe to the river. He looks charming with a peci worn on the head. Even at times like this, he also still wears a sarong combined with a plain white shirt. I peeked at him from the side door of the mosque to make it clear.

These eyes could not turn their eyes in the other direction and kept a close eye on Gus Fawaid's every move. Due to being too focused on him, the broom I was holding fell outside the mosque. I reflexively picked it up and went down to the bottom where the broom fell. The mosque has a staircase consisting of only 5 levels around it. Therefore, I had to go down every derivative of the footing and take the broom that fell out.

When I was out. I glanced at Gus Fawaid, apparently he was also looking at me. Our eyes clashed with each other and he seemed to smile at me. In a hurry, I took my eyes off her. This heart seemed to want to be dislodged after seeing that expensive smile.

I went back inside the mosque and peeked out again. The pickup car was already running, and I could only see the idol from behind his back.

Happy feeling I can not hide because I managed to get a smile from Gus Fawaid. Even today, I still can't believe that smile was given to me. But on the other hand, this self is sure, her sweet smile was addressed to me, who else if not me?

I became more and more excited about cleaning. All the floors of the mosque are getting shiny, because this self is very passionate about cleaning it. In fact, I can still help others do their jobs. This is all, just because of the curvature of a sweet smile that has a tremendous effect.

"Za, help me sleep through the glass," cried Safa.

"Who is my boss" I replied excitedly.

"Crazy! Very strong with you, Za. All work is consumed, Bro …" 

"Okayly enough. Get excited again, hehe."

So much work, and yet, it seemed like nothing. What would it be like if we fell in love again? Uh... in love?

***

By the time of Duhur, all the work is done. The mosque also looks clean and fragrant. Wait for the carpet to be washed in the river. 

Everyone also looked exhausted, they were laying down and sitting casually in the mosque foyer. The teenagers of the mosque, myself included, were in the kitchen of the mosque to prepare food and drinks for all of us.

"Zaya .. Let me help you?"

Suddenly Fian sneaked into the kitchen without excuse. Suddenly, everyone inside was shocked.

"No need! A lot of people help." I refuse sadistically.

"Yes Allah. Even though it is only a helper, time cannot be. What if you're tired?"

The whole kitchen laughed at what he said except me. Truly this one human being, everywhere always makes me have to endure embarrassment.

"Surrection ...." 

Only that one word was able to come out from within this mouth. There is no end to having to deal with Fian's behavior. 

I walked out of the kitchen with my friends and brought a tray of food and drinks. These footsteps were forced to stop when they saw the side streets of the mosque that had been filled with young people. Compactly, the children in the back told me to walk first. Of course I don't want to.

How could I possibly walk towards that group of Adam's people? The ones with hands and feet this cold hot rush held back the shaking. I am more confused what to do, this dish must have been awaited by others.

"Sir, why are you standing there?" The call from Mas Ali surprised me. He walked towards me and the other children. Mas Ali's clothes looked wet, probably because he was following the carpet washing in the river earlier.

It just so happens that he's here. I'll ask for her help.

"Mas, help me dong! Bring this over there, will you?" I turned my head towards the group of young men in the mosque.

"Well, that's your job. Bring it yourself, besides they don't bite." 

"Yes Allah .. Same time is like that. Please, Mas! I'm not good to be there." I whine.

"Yes, here! You and the others bring it all to friends in front of me, this one let Mas bring it."

Finally, Mas Ali wants to help us all. It feels so good. Me and my friends followed Mas Ali from behind, and continued walking towards the mosque foyer. As it passed through the young men, these eyes could not focus on looking straight ahead. Unintentionally, I saw Gus Fawaid sitting leaning against the wall of the mosque, he was right in front of me. Reflexes, this body bends itself. Footsteps also run a little quickly, leaving friends carrying trays behind.

"It's been a long time, Za. Why just?" asked Safa who was fanning her face.

"That's it, take the food." I pointed at the tray one of the children had brought.

"Cok you didn't bring it?"

"Udah is given to the people of Adam."

"Tumben brave, not gerogi what?"

"It's not brave, it's. My people asked for help with Mas Ali."

"Mas Ali? Your time?" Safa glared at me.

"hey are. Who else, if not?"

"When? How come you're not telling a story?"

"If I tell you, you will come again, to my house" I replied with a laugh.

Safa throws the cardboard she made into a fan at me. I know, he does admire my brother. When Mas Ali went to go to the cottage outside the area, Safa asked me a question. He said he wished he could match up with someone like Mas Ali. 

Mas Ali is a lot of fans, especially the girls in my village. Not inferior to Gus Fawaid who also became an idol of the Eve.

***

It doesn't feel like it's late afternoon. Some residents, children, and teenagers have also returned to their homes. There are only a few people in the mosque.

"Sir, you go home with me, yes." Mas Ali approached me who was chatting with Safa.

"Okay, you want to go home now?"

"Yes, ayok! The motor is behind the mosque."

"Fa, I went home with Mas Ali, yeah. You're okay, right?"

Safa looked dumb from earlier. I spoke, he did not respond.

"Safa!"

"Astaghfirullah .. uh, yes, yes. You go home first." He was surprised to hear my screams. Who's wrong, from earlier he was dumbstruck because he looked at Mas Ali's face.

"Zaya came home with me first, Fa," Mas Ali told Safa.

"L-yes, Mas" he replied with a smile.

I'm sure, right now, Safa must be in the flower because she can see and talk to Mas Ali. Even though he had known my brother for a long time, but he was still clumsy when he spoke directly. 

Mas Ali and I walked out of Safa to go home. But, arriving next to the mosque, Mas Ali stopped and reached into his pants pocket–he took HP. 

"What the hell are you doing, Mas?" my many.

"Just wait for Fawaid, yeah. There's a need for her."

Hearing the name Gus Fawaid, I began to feel an erratic feeling. Deg-degan and not calm. This brain keeps thinking, what if later me and him face to face in this place? My heart is starting to get uncomfortable. Wanting to be hearted, the driver waited on the bike alone, but this leg could not be moved, it felt like something was holding him back.

I acted as calmly as possible, when on the sidelines of the mosque's guardrail, a man with a scabbard was walking towards here. Heart rate starts racing abnormally. Really, this is really overrated.