The Muazin

Episode 6

This afternoon, the mosque youth will hold a meeting for the first time after the inauguration of the new members. I set out with Safa on the side, there was a sense of pleasure when I heard the word "Masjid Al Husna", because that's where I found an unusual idol.

From the discussion that began through the RISMA– group in HP, this discussion will discuss about TPA which will be scheduled during Ramadan this year. The administrators will make a list of the names of officers who will teach the children later. In addition, there is a division about what materials will be taught, because during Ramadan, the time to teach will be increased. Of course, it will all require careful planning. 

This time, Safa and I were the first to arrive at the mosque. It was empty because no one had come.

"No, Za. What did I say? We are too disciplined, not yet entered the time ashar, you just want to leave," said Safa.

"Hehe, sorry."

Indeed, I am the one who was too excited today, deliberately I told Safa to immediately prepare to pick her up at home. In fact, it's still 14:00, and he just complies. Yeah, even though there's drama she's been ranting everything from just now.

"You're definitely going to meet Gus Fawaid, right?"

"Ssttt! Don't loud. The danger!" I pulled Safa's arm and approached towards her.

His voice echoed throughout the mosque. What if someone hears? I could be ashamed of my half-dead self.

To fill the gap, we took the initiative to sweep the floor of the mosque which actually already looks clean. On the sidelines of the dirt on each tile, Safa suddenly called out to me but in a soft voice.

"Za. Zaya.. Zaya.." call him slowly.

"What the hell?" I was anxious to hear his voice whispering, deliberately raising the volume of the voice.

He looked shocked but also anxious. What happened to Safa?

Simultaneously, the sound of the side door of the mosque right behind me made a sound. Reflek, my body immediately turned towards the door. 

These eyes seem to want out of place. The body also feels stiff with the mouth open. Gus Fawaid steps into the mosque. He looks charming with a blue holster, white cocoa clothes, and also matching colored peci. My heart beating starts to be abnormal again, this leg is also very difficult to move, it wants to feel like running from here. But, like there's a mysterious attraction in the place I'm going right now.

He passed me by, without even turning his head and headed straight for the pulpit of the mosque. Does he not care about women? But, why did he take me yesterday to act differently? I don't know, this time I agree with the assumption of people who say that Gus Fawaid is cold towards women. Evidently there is today, he does not think that Safa and I exist. 

But, it all does not diminish my admiration for her who has a beautiful voice, it is so handsome again.

I just realized that this has entered the time of Ashar, meaning Gus Fawaid who will doom. I hurriedly approached Safa who was also dumbstruck in her place.

"We're out, Gus Fawaid wants azan. I want to enjoy the beautiful sound outside." 

We put the broom to where it came from first, then walked outside. Until then, the voice that I had long missed echoed throughout the village.

"Allahu Akbar .. Allahu Akbar …."

Which is the pleasure of your Lord that you deny? Hearing the melodious voice I was stunned, it felt so happy, amazed, and various other flavors that I could not express.

Until the azan ended, I only realized after Safa invited me to take water wudu. In the mosque there are already some RISMA members and residents around. Surprisingly, I don't know when they're coming. Gus Fawaid's voice gave an anesthetic in this mind, to the point that I didn't realize what was happening in front of me.

"Where, Fa. Good, right, Gus Fawaid's voice?" I asked Safa when we were both at the wudu place.

"A lot of times, Za, that sounds good. It's not just Gus Fawaid." He began to fold the shirt that covered his hands without looking at me.

"Lah different. The voice of Gus Fawaid is different from the others, has its own characteristics that make people fascinated, you know?" I let down my voice so that no one would hear me, I could be ashamed.

"Everyone is different when they sound."

"But .. Gus Fawaid is still special."

"Hmm .. whatever, it's hard to talk to people who have been exposed to the bucin virus." 

The mocking laughter from Safa made me think. Am I the same as Gus Fawaid? Any timing? All I do is admire him, nothing more. Maybe if it is likened, I am like a fan who idolizes a star, where maybe the star wants to be with me who is just a fan of this. And vice versa, I also will not expect more, hearing his voice every day is very grateful.

After the completion of the Ashar prayer, the mosque teenagers began to gather and prepare to discuss the event today. I saw that Gus Fawaid had also left the mosque, I don't know when he came out.

Mas Hamid–the new chairman of Al Husna Mosque, began to lead the meeting this time. Starting with greetings, he explained all the things about Ramadan activities this year which will be presented by RISMA. 

Mas Hamid said that Ramadan this year will be made several schedules to fill activities in the afternoon, especially TPA. To teach small children in the village, must be made a schedule of teachers who will carry out the daily picket of the mosque.

The mosque in my village is not too big, modern Javanese architecture, and what is characteristic of the village mosque is the roof that is made overlapping. Al Husna Mosque is also one of the oldest in Gunungkidul– Regency where I live. It is close to the rice fields that are so beautiful, if the afternoon arrives, the pilgrims will see the sunset for free. If lucky, we can also see Mount Merapi from a distance. It's exquisite.

"Zaya, later do not forget to make a list of teachers, another one, if Friday, we have a holiday" said Mas Hamid on the sidelines of the meeting.

"Ready, Mas!" reply spirit.

"Zaya, don't forget. Make a schedule if I can be the same you as one. Let's be together, hehe."

My body warmed up as soon as I heard that word. Who else if not Fian.

"Haha."

"Cie .. cie ...."

"Suit, suit. Ehem!"

Laughter and ridicule all meeting participants echoed. Right now, I'm really embarrassed. Fian was not clear. He did not think of my condition that should withstand embarrassment in the presence of everyone. Basic Playboy! It feels so bad with that one guy.