The Muazin

Episode 4

I still can't believe the recent events that were in front of me. The muezzin I have known, this foot tiptoes just to see his figure, but it did not work because it was blocked by the barriers between women and men, women, plus the establishment of the people in the front saf that makes me even more difficult to see the figure of the muazin.

Even though I had a glimpse of him while he was riding the bike, I still could not recognize his face clearly. This self is increasingly curious because of it. 

Allahumma sholli 'ala sayyidina Muhammadin tibbil quulubi wa dawaiha

Wa 'afiyatil abdani wa syifaaiha, wa nuril abshoori wadhiyaiha

Wa 'ala alihi wa shohbihi wassalim

Tibbil Qulub's cells are so beautifully chanted, piercing the heart, making these tears unstoppable. Really, is this what it feels like to enjoy the beauty of your creation, Rabb? I don't care if people say I'm too much, but at least I'm not a hypocrite. Honestly, this self was very amazed by Gus Fawaid, with his voice.

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I started to get confused when everyone had disbanded. There are only a few worshippers who are still in the mosque to teach. How am I supposed to get home? While imagining passing through the dark village field and being in the middle of the rice fields, I was already goosebumps myself.

"Za, we go first?" say Dini.

"Oh, yes, yes."

"dare right? Or do you want to stay at my house, huh?" bargained for.

"Eh, no need. God willing, just calm down, hehe." This time I spoke against my own heart, to cover up the fear.

"Haha. Sip. Go home first."

Eventually the three of them left me alone in the mosque. 

Dare not yes. O Allah help servant

"Loh, loh, loh. How come you haven't been home yet, Za?"

Fian again, Fian again. Huh, patience.

"Hehe, not yet."

"Surely afraid, yes. Ha?" 

Tumben he knows that I'm afraid to go home.

"E-nothing." I replied.

"Lied, would you like to be ushered home?"

On the one hand, I was scared and needed a friend to go home. But on the other hand, Fian's time has to be the nganterin? Don't want me. Maybe he'll be a geer again.

"Eh, Yan. How are you outside?" Someone's voice came from behind.

"Eh, Gus. This is going to bring me home. Scared of him, haha."

Whahuh? Gus?

Jedug, jedug, jedug, jedug. My heart rhythm started to feel fast and hard. I look back, and…

"Huh, what?" Fian asked me. As fast as lightning this hand instantly silenced the mouth. It could be that my mouth speaks without first discussing with the brain. So embarrassed.

"Eh. I mean, I went home alone. No need to drive." I try to cover up my misbehavior as well as embarrassment. 

"Totally? Not afraid of ghosts?" Damnit. Fian's scared me even more. Really insult that guy. If there wasn't a Gus Fawaid, I'd have chopped it. 

"Bareng me, Dek. I'm going to the front shop for a drink."

It felt weak that this body heard the figure who spoke just now. Oh my God, I'm not dreaming, am I? And, wait, wait. What did he call me? The deck? Grandpa? Huh huh?

Oh Allah. All this has broken Dina's argument that Gus Fawaid is a ignorant person. In fact, not so.

"Where, Za. Wanna not? Even dumb again." Fian said to me again. This guy, he always interfered while I was enjoying the view ahead.

"Eh, yes Mas. E-eh astaghfirullah, sorry Gus." This mouth asked for in the sumpal like, from earlier talk ngawur continues. Actually, I called both of Gus Fawaid's sisters with the calls of Mbak and Mas. I'm also confused, why are the other kids calling this Gus Fawaid with the addition of "Gus". I'm just following along.

Gus Fawaid smiled his smile, different from Fian who even frowned. His face was very dull, not pleasant to see.

"I take the bike first" said Gus Fawaid. I stared at his departure until his back was no longer visible.

"Heh. Look what the hell?" fian said, blasting my vision.

"Look at nothing. I want to go home first."

I went straight to the mosque courtyard to pick up the motorbike. Across the street, Gus Fawaid was waiting there. Oh God, what a gerogi it feels like. He was riding in the front, and I followed him from behind.

Thankfully, the stall that Gus Fawaid was referring to was the one west of the village square, which meant my house was near. I also stopped when he parked the motorbike in front of the shop.

"Thank you, Gus." Finally the sentence came out as well.

"Eh. Oh yeah-yes. Just relax, I want to come here anyway, too" he replied making this heart happy. Duh, I'm confused what else to say.

"What do you want to buy?" ask again.

"Eh, no. I don't want to buy anything. Yes, I did, Gus. I say goodbye first. Thank you again. Assalamualaikum."

"Either. The waalaikumsalam."

My heart thumped as you looked at me

So the wrong way of talking to you

My birbir looked down at your smile

I have no power in front of you

Suddenly I sang the song on my way home. This heart is really happy because it has known the figure of muazin which has been a mystery all along.

This time, my expectations didn't go far. Gus Fawaid is so handsome. His posture was high, probably the same height as Fian's. A sharp nose, round eyes and thick eyebrows, thick lips with a natural red hue, surely he did not smoke. Because a smoker must have his lips purple-black, and Gus Fawaid not so.

I can't wait for him to chant the Dawn Azaan later. If it was like this, I would definitely not be able to sleep because of thinking about it. Is this called bucin?