The Muazin

Episode 2

"Zaya is beautiful... go home with yok?"

Dah, that voice again. Tired of hearing it almost every day, who else if not Fian–class neighbors who like to bother me.

I kept walking and didn't care.

"Hey, honey. Diem bae anyway. Come home with me, right?" he said while trying to line my footsteps.

"So!"

"Buskey.. Not healing is your cuteness."

"Belgium!" ketus.

"Why the hell, don't you ever want me to go home together?"

"No, I don't want to."

Fian was always taking me home together when school hours were over. He can always find me when he tries to avoid it. I admit, Fian is not a very ugly person, he is handsome. His posture was high, and my height was only limited to his shoulders. If you look at a glance, surely everyone thinks that he is the seizure of women in school. And that is true, many students are chasing him.

What I don't like about Fian is his playboy nature, he likes to respond to the girls who come teasing him. Even so, but Fian never dated and also never teased women if not tempted first. Understand right? 

He just likes to disturb me, and I never take all his words seriously, yes because he was never seruius in my opinion. That's why I don't like him.

Seeing him, I remembered something. His house is close to the Al Husna mosque where the source of the melodious azan voice, so I know he also joined the members of Islamic teenagers there. He should have known who the good-sounding muezzin was.

Time yes, I have to ask him. Considering I've been acting indifferent to Fian, prestige dong. But, on the other hand I also need information about the muezzin. 

Ask no yes. Ask, no, ask, no, ask, no, ask. My mind is turbulent

"Hey, what's the matter?" Fian.

"E-eh, not really," I replied awkwardly.

"Think of me?"

"So, no!"

"Honest of all. Ha's? Ha?" said Fian while raising–down his eyebrows.

"Ih, why the hell do I mulu! Go home with your friends to cake once in a while, don't follow me!" I said annoyed at him.

"Oh my goodness, that's really bad. I just want to protect my bidadar. Can't time?"

"Fari, what angel? Would you like to meet an angel?"

"meaning?" tanyanya's confused.

"Sono's hat to heaven, let's meet the angel!"

"Amen! Eh... You doain I'm dead, baby?"

"Huh, don't call baby why the hell?" I'm getting pissed at Fian.

"Hehe, you're endlessly blackheading me who doesn't really."

"Oh, yes. You want to be a teenager Islamic mosque Al Husna not?" continued

"God, how beautiful your creation is, O God." 

"What the hell." I hurriedly stared ahead again.

"Hehe, will you?"

"Huh? What's the?"

"You don't want to be my girlfriend?" 

"Ih.." I slapped him on the shoulder.

"Duh! You just don't focus on it. That was me, you want a list of mosque teenagers?" asked Fian again while stroking his arm.

Obviously this is not a coincidence, if you register to become a member of RISMA (King of Islamic Mosques) surely I will know who the muazin is. This is a golden opportunity that is a pity to miss. God has really been granting my prayers all this time, in order to meet the muezzin.

"Who opens a new member?" my many.

"Yes, I'm going to change a new member. Kasian people, to bosen see the old faces of seniors," he said, laughing lightly.

I just grunt.

"You?"

"Huh?"

"Ck! Want a list?"

"You, want!"

"What a spirit? Tumben?"

"Yes, it's okay. I want to go home."

I left Fian when I got to the school parking lot. Then drive home with a bad feeling, because soon I will find out who the owner of the beautiful voice at dawn.

Just this time I fell in love with a mysterious person, just hearing his voice had made my heart float. Especially when meeting the person? Duh! Patience. Soon, all these mysteries will be revealed.

***

"Mom, I want to register as RISMA, okay?" 

"Who's the guy?"

"Who is it? Safa want to?"

"How come you haven't asked him yet?"

"Try it, I asked."

My job right now is just to find a friend who wants to be invited to register to become a RISMA member. I don't want to leave–home alone, especially at night. I'm not the kind of person who's brave for that.

My heart is currently in a prolonged turmoil, I can't wait to know the figure of the muazin. Hopefully I can meet him, and no longer just admire his voice, but also the person.