The Pursuit of Fatimah Love
Rizky's Death
"Mas, in front of that is there any way?" al asked, to one of the young men wearing a navy holster was walking in front of him to go to the mosque in front there.
"Friday night routine lecture at kliwon Mas"
"Whoops!" al replied, looking surprised by the reply of the man before him.
"Why Mas?"
"The name is strange, the Friday night lecture kliwon but the salary is broad daylight"
"Yes like dong Mas, why is there a sewot" the man who is known as Lukman, was quick to leave Al just like that.
"Mas wait!" yelled Al, stopping Lukman's move.
"What's wrong?"
"Can I take part in the study" Al fingers, pointing towards the mosque. He was really curious about the voice of the woman reciting the sacred verses.
"You want to go to school? with clothes like that?" Lukman's eyes glanced from end to end the appearance of Al who impressed urankan. Al's trousers, which were tattered plus a necklace coiled around his neck as well as a messy hairdo made Lukman stare in disbelief.
"Indeed why? it's expensive clothes"
"It's not expensive, but if that kind of thing you're better suited to being a street busker or even a begal" Lukman deliberately mocked Al's appearance.
"You're not afraid of the sin of talking like that, my clothes are not like you but I've never insulted you and judged someone's life like that"
"Liet boss, if you want to take part in the change of clothes first"
"Toy shirt?"
"Yes, replace your clothes with more polite clothes"
Al, site thinks. They don't carry a lot of clothes. In addition, all the clothes in his backpack also have the same model.
"I don't have clothes like you"
"Huh? are you not attacking Muslims?"
"I'm muslim"
"Wantas?'
"Yes I don't have that kind of shirt" Al's hand, pointing to Lukman's shirt.
"Ahm. Let's just say I'm doing charity. Come with me for a minute"
Lukman immediately brought Al to his home, which happened to be not far from the mosque where the study was held, he loaned a set of cocoa clothes with a sheath on Al.
"This how do you wear it?"
"Are you kidding me or what?"
"I can't wear this kind of clothes"
Huft...
Lukman breathed a rough sigh. She quickly grabbed the black glove in Al's hand and helped put it on.
"You know, a man's fondness levels will go up 90% when using a sarong"
"Ah, time? I can't believe it!
"Just try to see"
Al, stunned when he saw his new appearance. He wears a long-sleeved black shirt with a long-sleeved shirt. Al did not wear Lukman's koko clothes, considering their body size is much different. Lukman's fat body makes the shirt look dirty. Al, then put on his own shirt.
"I'm afraid of falling, it's like people wearing a pull" Al choked, trying to walk slowly.
"It's chatty, oh yeah it's not free" Lukman said.
"When I get rich again, I change everything. If you need a shop"
Basic imaginary, gembel aja pake pake pakin all his shop.
"Have you ever been rich?" ledek Lukman, they had just met that afternoon, but somehow already familiar even like friends who had known each other for a long time.
Both are now ready to go to the mosque. Al, wearing a sarong with a skullcap on his head, the whole attention of the congregation was on Al.
It is true what Lukman said, if the level of fondness a man will rise when using a sarong. Evidently with the face of Al, who became the center of attention. Especially her white skin and nose. Verily the face of Al is one of the evident proofs of the awkwardness of God in creating his servant.
"Are you okay?" lukman asked slightly to elbow Al's hand, when he found the man closed his eyes when he was at the mosque delivery.
"Man, whose voice is that?" al asked, enjoying the chant of the holy verse recited by a woman.
"Listen carefully to that voice, it is the voice of Fatimah. He is the nephew of Bulek Aminah one of the njai teachers here" Lukman replied.
"Fatimah?" Al, slightly frowned. The sound is very similar to his presence.
"Yes, he is Fatimah. Man specifies the angel that God created to come down to earth"
"I think Fatimah is my soul mate" replied Al with origin as they sat on the floor of the mosque.
"Where might attack a woman who is a match with a half-demon like you" Lukman sneered with a smile and struck a small arm of his hand.
"You're mocking me?" Al, smiling cynically won't accept.
"You are not too tall when you dream. You and Fatimah are different"
"You mean?'
"It is impossible for the sun to chase after the moon and to precede noon. Each of them circulates in Yasin's circular line: 40. That's how you and Fatimah are" Lukman smiled wryly at his new friend.
"It seems that you are too deeply interfered in the affairs of Gusti Allah Man. Just so you know, if when the eclipse arrives then the sun and moon will be in a straight line" explained Al, did not accept.
"Don't forget Al, even though they are in a straight line just to cross paths, even just to let go of longing it feels impossible. The meeting of the two is not to settle, nor to join together let alone unite. That brief encounter was just a momentary gaze"
"But don't deny it, it's also part of the inevitable form of destiny" Al, still maintains his opinion.
"The fact that you should know Al, if the two are impossible to unite even after such a long separation. They will only admire each other, without realizing that time will spin very quickly and their meeting ends without a word. That's how it'll be repeated a few times until the apocalypse arrives"
Al and Lukman, were arguing about a universe that seemed like the life of him and Fatimah.
"Hem, don't be noisy. The studies will start soon" said someone who was right in front of them.
Al, let out a rough breath. In a small heart can not be denied if he was so curious about the voice of the woman who chanted the holy verses. Her ears are familiar. His voice truly made his empty soul oscillate.
Adinda....
This visual figure according to author version yes friends.
Aldebaran
Adinda Fatimah Zara's
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