The Muazin

Episode 8

This Sunday, I spent time with Mas Ali, he asked for a way out. Of course I want to, it's been a long time since I left with him.

We both went around the district square, down the city park and saw the sight of vehicles passing by. The atmosphere in the square is quite crowded even during the day, this is natural because today is a weekend. Seeing that we were walking alone, many might have thought that Mas Ali was my girlfriend. Not a few people who look at me and Mas Ali, it is because I am always holding his hands.

I am so happy that, after so long, I can finally have a moment with my only brother. 

"Well to buy what? Mas pay," he said as we were in the middle of a street vendor.

"Well, that's dong! I just mouthed. Hehe." I'm so excited.

I choose a lot of food here, there is siomay, grilled meatballs, ice degan, and various traditional snacks of my area. Mas Ali was astonished to see my unusual meal portions.

"You want to eat it all?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, time is banished" I replied, biting the super-spicy roasted meatballs.

"Cock tumbens eat that much?"

"It's happy again, hehe."

"You're dating?" tanyanya full of search.

Mas Ali did forbid me to date so did my father and mother. In the family, no one can run a relationship with an unauthorized opposite sex. That's what my father implanted me and Mas Ali. Therefore, I did not dare to establish a relationship with a man who was not a muhrim. Although, I am also not a pious person, but at least, being able to keep myself from the lust of dating is very important.

"Awas aja if you are caught dating, Mas said the same father," said Mas Ali again.

"No, Mas .. why am I dating, there is no benefit at all."

"Keep you happy why?"

"There, hehe."

I have not dared to say everything to Mas Ali, because about the world of romance, we rarely discuss it all. 

After the trip was over, we prepared to go home. Not to forget also, a variety of cakes that have been purchased earlier, I brought home for the gift of mother and father. The journey we took quite a long time, until the house almost before Duhur. 

I also put all the food at the table, and headed to the porch of the house to sit back while playing Hp– discussed a repeat tomorrow Monday, dizzying once. Father and mother were also not at home, they were both attending a wedding invitation outside the village. This hand is very shrewd looking word by word that adorns the screen of HP. Until then …

The beautiful voice of the azan echoed throughout the village, none other than and not not, the speaker was Gus Fawaid. I enjoy every chant of the chant by closing my eyes, until the azan is finished I am still faithful to be on the terrace and daydreaming of things that are impossible and impossible to be true. 

"Hey! Why come here? Not salat even ngalamun." Mas Ali surprised me who was enjoying delusion for the sake of delusion.

"Oh yeah .. people listen to the azan as well."

"Absmacked by the sound of the muezzin, huh?"

I heard the question that Mas Ali asked. Why would he know anyway?

"Emang why?" I ask as if I don't understand.

"Yes, that must be mah. People muezinnya national MTQ champion, yes surely everyone is amazed as the sound."

I was confused, as if Mas Ali knew everything about Gus Fawaid. In fact, I did not tell him at all before.

"Do you know who Azan is?" I asked him.

"You are, the Fawaid, you are from Tsanawiyah to Aliyah."

Holy hooch! Gus Fawaid turned out to be a friend of my own brother, it was fitting that he recognized his voice. O Allah, is this a sign from you, if I can get closer to .. astaghfirullah! Nope, no! This thought is getting chaotic, there is no way it can happen.

"Who is Fawaid?" tanyaku pretend not to know, just to dig deeper information about Gus Fawaid–sang muazin sound beautiful.

"The son of Mr. Muhsin, I don't know. The person he used to love your temptations so cry. Not bad timing?"

"Huh?" my question does not understand. This time, I really don't understand what Mas Ali means. What does it mean by the word "tease".

"Yes, when Mas ngajakin you saw in Mr. Muhsin's place, he was very disturbing you. Until Mas has to carry you if you cry. It's still a kid, so it's okay, right, now?"

My brain went back and forth a few years back. That memory must be met, how could I have known Gus Fawaid since childhood? Why does this person not remember at all?

"Here, pray first. Just thought about it," said Mas Ali as he prepared to go to the musala near the house.

I was still thinking in that place, not moving at all just to load the brain memory I had to look for. Could it be that Gus Fawaid was acting differently to me because he had known this self before?