The Muazin

Episode 5's

Disappointment envelops the heart when morning comes. How not? I who have been awake since 3 am, all for tahajud prayers, then wait for the time of Fajr to come, must be disappointed when I hear the dawn of dawn. Not the voice of Gus Fawaid chanting the azan, but the voices of the fathers who had been as old as– heard from his dashed voice of the chastisement.

Intentions want to listen to the beautiful voice of Gus Fawaid to be more excited, even there, I am not excited at all. So great was the influence of the sound of the azan, that it managed to flip my mood.

Lazily, I took a motorcycle to go to school this morning, the mind in the brain was constantly filled with questions: why was Gus Fawaid not azan at dawn, earlier? It made me very lazy, so it did not feel like I had started to enter the school gate.

"Za, how was the RISMA meeting yesterday?" Safa asked me when we met in the parking lot.

"Yes, it's amazing."

"What an incredible thing?" tanyanya.

While walking to class, I also told everything about the inauguration of the new member RISMA yesterday. Starting from the time I left alone to the mosque, met with Fian who was cool, I was appointed to be the new secretary but I refused, until the debate occurred and led to coercion. Then at its peak when I found out who the owner of the sound of the sweet azan, which is none other than Gus Fawaid.

"So Gus Fawaid the Azan?" ask Safa.

"Yes. Do you know Gus Fawaid?"

"You know, Za. He's Mr. Muhsin's son, the imam of the mosque."

"Kok I just found out, Fa. As far as I know, Mr. Muhsin's son is only two."

"It's your house I'm going to."

"Ashim!" I pinched Safa's arm.

"Eh but yes, Fa. Yesterday's most remarkable event was.." I deliberately hung my words.

"What?" tanya Safa was curious.

"When I was driven home to Gus Fawaid!" I said it with great enthusiasm.

"Haha. Do not worry deh.. duh this danger of you, just met once, has fantasized unclear." 

"Eh, don't believe me anymore. Seriously, I'm not boong. As far as I'm the same person, I wouldn't dare boong. Yes times."

"Well, how can you?" Safa looks in disbelief.

I explained to Safa why I was being driven home by Gus Fawaid. He looks very listening.

"But not usually, Za. Gus Fawaid is like a girl."

"Huh? Meanin?" many confused.

"She is known to be the same as a woman. Except, his own mother and brothers. There are many, the women who idolize it. But, it all can't melt the duck's indifferent attitude."

"Ah no. He is not at all indifferent. It looks so friendly."

"What?"

"Not be deng. You'll be big again, haha." 

Basic Safa! What does it mean try? I don't know, today I have to put my focus back on school. Do not let the mind continue the same sound of the azan Gus Fawaid who did not reverberate this morning, it could all bring negative things to me. I don't want to.

"Safa! Later in the afternoon there is a RISMA meeting. Must be present anyway!" I told Safa when the break came.

"Who's boss! I'll be a fucking screw."

"That's dong. For me to be happy, haha."

"Yaelah. kumat, kumbang-ang kasmaran again."

"Who is kasmaran?"

Suddenly an uninvited guest came to sit on our bench. Who else if not Fian.

"Nobody?" I just directly snatched the question.

"Hm. If I'm not going to stop to keep kasmaran with Si Zaya beautiful," he said that makes me nauseous.

"Nothing is!" Without agreement, Safa and I compactly told Fian, until he choked on super spicy meatball chips. Safa and I couldn't hide the loud laughter and loud laughter that was reflexive for her.

"Eat him do not jail," I said to Fian, while rubbing the corner of the eye that let out laughing water earlier.

"duh. Huk, huk. I'm talking based on the facts!" the answer is accompanied by the rest of the cough.

"Well, fuck those girls. More beautiful, sexy. Poor tauk, Si Zaya you continue to disturb." Safa pointed to a younger sibling who dressed up not like a schoolgirl. His lips were red, his eyebrows were carved in such a way, as well as the putty worn, in stark contrast to the color of his hands. Plus the hair that was deliberately allowed to appear out of his veil. Completely destroyed already this millennial generation. If teacher BK sees, already this child.

Fian only gawked when he saw the student. Safa and I laughed at her expression.

"Hmm. uh yes, by the way. How did you get nervous last night seeing Gus Fawaid?" Fian's question made me stop eating.

"Why is that why?"

"I'm jealous of you." I want to laugh when I hear that answer. Am I ready for him?

"She's in love with hearing first you know?" Safa commented.

"Well, she meant?" Fian doesn't seem to understand. 

"Huh..already, do not discuss macem-macem. Look, Fa, we go back to class. I'm going in." I tried to avoid the language this time. 

Don't let Fian know that I admire Gus Fawaid. He is a close friend, can die of shame if Fian dismantles this in front of Gus Fawaid.