The Muazin

Episode 7's

The meeting this time was completed at 17:00, I hope it can be longer than that, so that Magrib can pray at the mosque as well as hear the adhan from Gus Fawaid of course. But, not sure yet, who will do it later. 

If you have to wait about an hour, of course Safa does not want to. Different from me who will always wait even two hours, for the sake of the drug conditioning the heart.

"Buruan, Za. We go home, the others are dispersed."

"Yes, yes."

We went to the parking lot and prepared to go home. Pupus was hoping to meet Gus Fawaid and hear his doom up close. The meeting was less impressive because he did not realize that there were two women in the mosque. Between unconsciousness and true indifference.

As Safa drove past the corner to the outside of the mosque, I saw Gus Fawaid washing his motorcycle in front of a house, whether it's his house or not because I don't know exactly Gus Fawaid's house. Our eyes had clashed to cause an unusual heartbeat in me. As a form of respect, I bowed my head and smiled with the intention of greeting towards him. Beyond my expectations, Gus Fawaid was seen giving me a smile back. 

Whether I was having a hallucination or not, but, I actually saw a sweet smile from her. His attitude made my face red at this time, in contrast to our meeting while inside the mosque earlier, he was so indifferent and did not glance at me nor Sifa, even if only a glance. 

"Fsa .... Gus Fawaid, Fa." I pat Sifa's shoulder.

Being too excited, that clap of mine turned into a violent blow for him.

"Ouch! Pain, Za. What the hell!" She nags.

"Sorry, sorry. That was when I saw Gus Fawaid washing his motorcycle in front of the house."

"Keep why?"

"He smiled, toward me." I said with a very happy feeling.

"Halu's base!" Safa did not believe.

"Astaghfirullah .. swear! I didn't lie this time, he really smiled. Very different attitude, the same was when we turned into the mosque."

"Can't you?"

"Yes, how do I know. Duh, my heart seems to want to jump out, Fa."

I held onto the chest that was warming up, while smiling to myself as I recalled the incident a few minutes ago. How could the attitude of Gus Fawaid be so friendly, in fact, he was very indifferent. Is he a double personality? Astagjfirullah. 

"Kok if he could be that friendly, would he, Za?" safa asked that made my forehead wrinkle.

"meaning?" I asked back.

Of course I remember it. Where could I possibly forget, because the moment when Gus Fawaid drove me home was the first time I met him. I was also confused and thought, if his attitude is not at all what people are talking about. He was so friendly back then. But, the hospitality just disappeared during our meeting at the mosque earlier. I turned around to agree with others' cold judgment of her. But, again this thought was disturbed by his attitude a few minutes ago, he returned to being the first Gus Fawaid, friendly and not at all cold.

"Did she like it, Za, same you?" safa asked that made my body heat up.

"Astaghfirullah .. where possible, Fa. I could hear his voice every day. I didn't expect more, because it wouldn't be possible either." I deny the question, because that is the fact.

"Yes maybe. It can be seen from his different attitude to you. Then, the problem of Guss Fawaid who was indifferent at the mosque earlier, could be because he was not aware that the one in front of him was you, Za. He's got his head down when he's in front of you, isn't he?"

"Don't make me big head gini huh, Fa. If I get the love virus, you have to take responsibility!"

"Game!"

This brain keeps thinking about Safa's words, when Gus Fawaid likes me. Me? Holy hooch! Absolutely impossible. There's no way a Gus Fawaid likes me who he doesn't know at all, after all, who am I? To the point that it could make him fall in love. It was all impossible to happen, I was just a fan and did not dare to put my heart deeper for him. Safa's words are only considered as entertainers, because this self knows, expect it is not as beautiful as reality.

It was trying not to think about Safa's words, but it still could not. Even at home, I kept thinking about it. 

"Well, anyways? Another heartbreak, huh?"

Stung by a familiar voice in the ear. I recognize that voice.

"Lohs. Mas Ali's! When's her home?" I immediately grabbed him. He is Mas Ali, my brother who is the only one who is studying at the boarding school as well as working. Long time we did not meet, maybe already three times Lebaran– already like Bang Toyib only. It is not without reason that he never came home that long, his return is due to him who runs tirakat. In order to meet a beautiful soul mate, he said.

I hugged him tightly, and so did he. I don't think these eyes are spitting out water. I was crying in his arms.

"Udah gede is still a crybaby!" said it.

I didn't respond to him, because right now the most important thing is to be able to see my brother back. Although, every time we were together always did not get along, but, if we separated it felt like something was missing.

"Do you want to go home?" I asked as this cry began to subside.

"Yes, I know my father is the same mother. Why forget you," he replied with a laugh.

I hit his chest, he doesn't turn–likes once teasing myself. 

The longing that had been lingering for many years, finally healed as well. I am so happy to see my sister.