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Warm Neighbor's Blanket

Chapter 5.

Intention just want to go for a while, Haikal even overslept in a long seat until morning. He just woke up when it was early morning before dawn— and realized there was a blanket covering his body.

'Hmm. I deserve to feel warm and sound all night. It turns out that it is true what people say. if the blanket neighbor—eh, the blanket widow, is indeed comfortable.'

Without saying goodbye, the man rushed out and turned on the torch again. Run as fast as possible to get to Beringin before the Azaan arrives. This was done in order to avoid Beren realizing his disappearance.

Because dealing with Beren, it's like dealing with a journalist. So many questions!

About an hour later, Haikal finally arrived in front of the mosque. He first took the water next to the building, before entering it while taking a break before people arrived. Breathing was still heard hunting from his chest cavity because he was too tired.

‘Looks like I'm happy to make things difficult. But come to think of it, I will definitely miss this place if I go. I hope, I can leave good memories for them.’

A few minutes later after his breathing calmed down, there was a sound of water taps ringing and several footsteps of people entering the mosque. Azan dawn also began to be bathed. Again, he became his priest.

As the day began, he pondered inside the mosque. Didn't expect that he was able to do all these things without first learning from the experts. The question is, what has been taught so far is true?

I don't know.

But later in the afterlife, the author of the book that God will hold accountable. The weight!

“Why daydream, Ustaz Salman?” ask the voice he knows. Bang Arok's. He approached her with a cup of black coffee. The aroma that was coming out suddenly made his spirit suddenly rise again.

“Oh, it's okay, Bang. I'm just sleepy, but hard to put to bed. Weird, right?”

“Copy it first,” Arok bring closer the coffee he brought. “This is the original coffee behind the house that I mashed myself. Takel—beuh! Don't ask again. Delicious pol.”

“Thank you, Bang.” He wanted to call her by an older name. In accordance with the age of this man who is estimated to double with him. But it seems that his tongue is already familiar with the title (bang). It would be strange and sound strange if suddenly he had to change another call.

“Again miss family?” Arok asked again.

“Ya, little.”

“Beren says Ustaz is not married yet, is that right?”

Haikal.

“Calon also don't have?”

“But.”

“My only daughter is still alone.”

Haikal immediately choked on the moment Arok offered his daughter, ‘Eh, who was it? That easy?’

“Sorry before, if I can be honest. I just want my daughter to marry the right person, so that someone can guide her. During this time, there have been many who proposed, but I refused because of various considerations. Now I have found the right person. But that's also if Ustaz deign—because my daughter, seems to like Ustaz,” said Arok at length.

There was a smile Haikal was hiding. It's even more proud that other people realize that Ros likes him. However, there are things that he doubted because it seems—they love the figure of Ustaz Salman, not Haikal Al Fatir a young man who likes to make trouble.

“I'm sorry too, Bang. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed if you know all my ugliness.”

Arok smiled. Again he thought that he was down. What he just said was honesty.

“Everyone has had ulcers. But I think God loves people more humble than pious but arrogant with the knowledge they have.”

Haikal. Ah, he's getting less and less of a reason to think so because this statement is very contrary to the actual facts.

“Marry my daughter. Ros managed to make me a good and obedient girl. He is very suitable to accompany you to preach,” said Arok sounded so hopeful, “ bring your parents here after your task is completed later.”

Haikal did not agree, but also did not reject it. Instead he asked for some time to think.

Luck is seen before my eyes. But he felt he did not deserve to enjoy the opportunity because he was not Ustaz Salman as they have known all along.

The next day, teaching continued. This time they memorized the prayers, starting from the beginning to the end, following the prayer after.

But the following days, there seemed to be something different from the Rosyadah because the girl was rarely seen again than before which was more self-evident and spread charm.

‘Do I have anything wrong with him?’ inner wondering.

Sometimes, he deliberately sat outside the house to be able to see the girl—because usually, there is something he deliberately did either sweeping, mopping, or drying clothes. But these few days, it seemed like he should be able to endure the longing.

Haikal had no idea, in fact, that Ros felt he had no face anymore because he heard his father had offered his own daughter to Ustaz Salman. To make matters worse, he did not hear Ustaz Salman answer anything other than asking for time.

“This is all because of Dad!” suluk Ros to Arok who is confused about this, “now Ros so as not to have self-esteem anymore. Where do I put my face, Dad?”

“Not so, Son... I just want to move fast. Because after many know Ustaz Salman is still alone, all girls are eyeing him.”

“But it's not like that either way, Dad. You think I'm no longer selling until I bargained with someone else?”

Arok scratched his head. It is most difficult to persuade girls. If it has been crammed like this, ngalamat will be wretched. Don't want to help the mother, just leave the room don't want to!!

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The next day, Haikal went back to teaching the children. But today he was completely unfocused as he kept thinking about his bundle at home. What is the old lady who has been sickly so often?

With her dad, are they okay?

And his other friends?

‘Looks like I should go home for a while, his inner’ stared out the window.

After teaching, he rushed back to Beren's house. Bidding him to go for a while to visit his family.

“Oh, so? Yes already, if your feelings are not good why should be detained? Family is also important,” replied Beren strongly agreeing to his decision. “You go home alone or I accompany?” bargain later.

“Eh, no need. You just help me to get this news to the local RT because I'm in a hurry.”

'Comewith me? Huh huh? that's right! Nant my identity can be revealed.'

“Good, Ustaz, I'll help you pass it to them. But by the way, when is Ustaz coming back here again?”

“Lusa I've arrived here. No promise, but I try to be on time.”

Beren nodded back. He also watched over the young man who for a few days lived in his house walking away from the yard. At the same time, Ros came out and asked his father's younger brother.

“Where is Ustaz Salman, Om?”

He called it Om because Beren didn't want to be called by any other name because he was still quite young.

“You go home for a while he said. Wh why? Afraid of kangen?”

“It's not like that, I just want to know...”.

“Lusa is kamari, just calm you.”

“Aaan, anyway, Om? I just asked!” pebik pissed.

“Everyone also knows you like him.”

“Om!” the threat tone started to come out. Beren quickly went inside before Ros took out his mouthpiece.

About an hour later, Haikal arrived in front of his own house. There, his father and his bundle were already waiting for him outside the house.

“To where have you been, Kal? Been away for days you don't come home. Make parents worry about you,” The Bundo's scolding hit his ears hard enough.

“Aw, awww!” she screamed in style.

“After entering the boarding school you wear clothes like this?” asked his astonished father to see his new appearance now.

“Not Dad.. I am a stray in Beringin. Be like this.”

“Stole you again, ha? Entrance new prison know.”

“Not anymore dad. I am a penitent.”

“Good then. Dizziness we hear you stealing constantly. Don't you too, you?”

“What's wrong gan ja? Isn't that vegetarian?”

“It's haram, Haikal!” back of his ears became the victim of his bullyan bundle.

“Aww. Pain, Bundo... pain...”.

Haikal was complaining. Just arrived instead of being welcomed and given good food, he was instead scolded out by the two of them.

“Daddy ask you, Kal. Why did you take Naya to your grandmother's house?” Bundo asked. This made Haikal's eyes widen. Where could he know?

“Hah, why did you put him there?” he asked again.

“Sok hotshot wear Musfira bajar all. Know it? As a result of your fight yesterday, this house is almost raided by his friends, Haikallllllll,” maki the bundle sounds very furious. “Other times if there's anything you don't need to interfere! It was just so fun running away from us. What do you think your parents are?”

“I pity Uni Naya, Bun. Shouldn't fellow beings help each other?” kilah Haikal defended himself. It was only in front of his master that he turned into a cute cat.

Dawiya replied, “But our lives are a bet.”

“Terus Naya how?”

“Basic of a disobedient child. Not the parents you asked reportedly even someone else.”

“Bundo same Dad right, look okay now,” Haikal do not want to lose.

“She's gone!” answer Kauman.

“Where to go? She has no place to stay anymore.”

“Where do I know? Find yourself. That's none of our business. After all, we want to sell the house to move to a safer city. We still want to live,” his father said indifferently.

Dawiya again said ketus, “This all happened because you were born yesterday. I'm confused why I have such a shitty kid like this? If you do not deal with Musfira, surely now we are still comfortable.”

But Haikal did not listen to what he said. He was thinking about Naya's fate right now. Where the hell's he going? Ah, what a pity for his fate.

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To be continued.