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Meet the Angel

Chapters 2.

“Wah, come when, Ustaz?” ask another man who has a face similar to the person before. And again it happened like that, he grabbed his hand to kiss—but immediately, Haikal hid his hand behind the body. He felt he did not deserve to be treated like a cleric. While his job is stealing, Salat always stay.

“Ustaz this young, indeed humble. He does not want to kiss his hands like other ustaz-ustaz, Da,” said the previous person who suspected his sister because he looked younger.

“I... I am not Ustaz—”

The old man interjected, “Yes, I know, usually people like you do like to humble," he smiled, "Thank you and welcome to the village of Beringin, Ustaz. May your noble cause be rewarded with a great reward later by Allah. We really need religious people who can teach us the stupid. We want to be able to pray, so that we survive the afterlife,” he said making Haikal increasingly clueless.

In conclusion, the elders in this village promised to send religious scholars to teach. But from yesterday, the person in question has not come for reasons they do not know. And coincidentally, he was present dressed strangely like this then considered as the person they meant.

Why could that be? Is this face convincing?

Ah, but whatever it is, Haikal just use the opportunity. What matters now is that he survived the capture of those uniformed fools. He was too lazy to think about it.

“Do you guys not sleep?” haikal asked after a while. “It's night.”

“I heard a commotion earlier, so get up,” replied the middle-aged man.

“If my house is searched by the police,” says the older man.

“Oh... police,” said Haikal simply responded. But his eyes remain vigilant watching outside the musala which is still slightly visible because the atmosphere there is dimly lit. There is only a small amount of lighting using kerosene-fueled teplok/dian/centir. In his day, electricity had not yet entered the interior.

“Include, my name is Arok,” said the older man as he reached out again.

“I—my Salman,” reply Haikal origin cetus. He was forced to use the pseudonym in order to survive the search, if something happened to him.

“I Arok, and this is my sister Beren.”

Beren also extended his hand. “Wah, the name is good, yes. The names of people who are good at religion. There are arab elements like that,” he said while praising the good looks of the young man in front of him. His clean face, his slightly thick shell and a slightly eastward face led them to believe that he was indeed a descendant of a saint.

‘There fortunately also Bundo married Kauman's father,’ Inner Haikal felt in untungkan. Because Kauman is a descendant of the people there although it is not clear which Arab is meant. Little did he know, his grandmother had been a slave to one of them when the cloth merchant sailed into the waters of Sumatra.

“Excuse me! Tok tok tok!”

Haikal's eyes widened when he saw the men in uniform appear again before him. But he tried to calm down so as not to be too suspicious.

“What's up, Sir?” a man named Arok came out and asked.

“Did any masked men get in here? He is a thief,” replied the police explained as well.

“Nothing, Sir.”

“Heh, you see what not?” one of the policemen asked Haikal.

“I don't know, I'm here from earlier worshiping,” Haikal replied trying to hide his nervousness. Apparently he can't go to jail. The prison at that time was terrible. Many rumors are heard, rarely anyone comes out with still safe. Either true or not. After all, he didn't want to embarrass his father and his bundle.

“Don't you be the thief again! Your height is almost the same as him,” accused them not hesitate. Make Haikal more cornered. He even felt his hands were already letting out cold sweat.

‘Quiet... calm down.. he won't suspect you to that extent. You threw your mask into the river earlier.’

“Eh, do not be careless, sir..he is a religious scholar sent by the government to teach citizens here!” sela Beren defended her. “Look at it, his appearance was so, where could he possibly be a thief? He's Ustaz Salman! Holy man!” he is full of emphasis.

“From government?” repeat one of the cops frowned. He didn't believe the statement they just heard.

It was seen that several policemen were negotiating with each other, before finally deciding to resign. “Alright, if you don't see, we'll look elsewhere. Sorry and thank you, Ustaz Salman, good night.”

“Goodnight too, sir..,” reply Arok and Beren. They were still watching the people leave before turning to look at Haikal who was breathing a sigh of relief.

“Ustaz, it's almost morning. Ustaz must be tired after traveling far,” said Arok.

“Iya, I'm quite tired,” Haikal responded.

“Omong-by the way, which Ustaz stuff? Didn't you bring anything?” ask again.

“I only brought money and gold,” Haikal replied making them chuckle, although his statement just now was completely true. This money and gold he got earlier from the big house that he had shared three in his escape.

“Connected it's night, Ustaz want to rest where?” ask Arok, “ini also applies next because Ustaz definitely need a temporary place to stay until your task will be completed.”

Beren instantly interjected, “It's best to stay at my house, Taz. I happen to be an old bachelor, so I'm still alone. Rather than Arok, he already had a family, there was his daughter also at home. It will definitely be a little awkward,” he said at length.

“But at my house more complete. Ustaz can eat well because my wife and son are good at cooking,” Arok said again.

“No, Taz, definitely more comfortable in my house, myself.”

“Yeah... You guys are so noisy,” said Haikal suddenly dizzy hearing the two of them who even fight each other. At least Haikal understands. There is a pride for them as a citizen of—if you can install a ustaz in his house.

“So Ustaz want to stay where?” ask them simultaneously.

“I live in a single house. For food, I'm not a picky. Whoever gives me food, I will eat. Anything goes in my stomach except pigs, dogs and poisons,” Haikal asserted then made Beren excited.

“Alright, come, come!” take Beren followed by Haikal behind him.

On the way, Beren did not stop glancing at his brother who was pouting for not getting a part.

“But I can deliver food, right, Taz?” tanya Arok offered herself back.

“Bby..” Haikal replied finally. “You for two tasks to be fair. Like this, for example Bang Beren provides shelter, Bang Aroklah who provides food, just like that.”

“Well, yes, it's just true,” said Arok strongly agreed. They continued their journey to a house not too far from the mosque.

Once there, the two told him that their house was next to each other. And he entered into a nicer and neater house even though he was still wearing a wooden board. Maybe like what he said earlier, he is still a bachelor, so his house is always maintained because there are no children who dirty it.

'Yeah, it better be this way. I slept here tonight. Tomorrow, I just think about the next way to escape, his inner’ is like that. But in the end it wasn't so. Because in the morning, he even met an angel who delivered good food for him.

“Assalamaicum, Taz. I came here to tell Dad to take breakfast,” he said put the food plate to the table. Her soft voice and beautiful face made Haikal not blink a single bit. All his life, he had only seen a girl as beautiful as this in person.

“This is my nephew,” said Beren introduce, “kannya Bang Arok. Name's Rosyadah. Beautiful ‘kan?”

“Oh, so beautiful,” Haikal replied straightforwardly without thinking about the impact. He forgot that he was a fake Ustaz now, so he quickly said Istighfar.

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Sorry inner birth. Happy fasting 🙏😘