Woman Behind the Veil

Chapter 4

How happy was immeasurably when I got a text from Aisyah so I did not realize that the mountain rock as big as gaban blocked me in front to "BRUUKKKK...BUGH...ARRRGHGH...!!" I fell down almost into the trench as deep as 2 meters fortunately survived not until nyemplung my bathin, even though my ass was very sick due to being jerked to the asphalt.

I tried to get up and say something several times, maybe this is a sin of adultery heart that has begun to penetrate me to make me forget myself, he said,

Arriving at home, Mom immediately questioned me about how it felt to be an Imam at the mosque for the first time.

"how does it feel to be an Imam in a mosque?" ask him

"Alhamdulillah Buk smoothly, although a little nervous rada anyway" I replied

"thank you if that's the case, how about Om Rahman?"

"he said I was told to replace him as Imam in the mosque"

"you took no offer?" said Mom, excited to listen to me

"no Buk, I'm ashamed there are still many young people there who are qualified"

"oh Le tole you are offered a good even rejected, why not take it anyway"

"my mother said I was embarrassed too maksa"

"yes uwes if you do not want it up to you alone" he said then passed from before me

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A week later Om Rahman and his wife came to my house again, I don't know what he'll talk back to Dad because at that time I just sit back in front of the house while listening to lectures every afternoon from the radio.

"Be...Abe.." call me from the house

"yes" I said and walked towards the entrance of the house

"sit here anyway, Om Rahman wants to say something to you" Dad asked

I then walked past Om Rahman and his wife while throwing smiles at them, and I sat down next to my father.

"what is it Om?" much

"mmmmm... What kind of activity is Abe doing during the day?"

"at the house of Om, because my work is only in the afternoon that is looking for grass and jackfruit leaves for animal feed"

"was it a coincidence, if Nak Abe doesn't mind Om asking for help can't?"

"ask what's Om for help?" ask me

"every morning you nganter Aisyah to the campus and you go home and pick her up again how?"

Ooh his request is so heavy I feel, on the one hand I am happy but when faced with Aisyah there is a heart that will not be maintained, it will not be maintained,

"just take an offer from Om Rahman Nak, you get paid to be calm" Pinta Dad

"do you really want my salary?" I said surprised

"yes, the term is money thanks for wanting to help Om, honestly Om is very grateful if Nak Abe wants to help because the end of this work om much and Aisyah no one nganter, no one nganter, than the nyari employees mending you only Om ask for help"

"eating from that Om believes that the driver is you Be, and om sure you can keep Om's trust"

I then looked at Mom and Dad they nodded and like handing over the decision was in my hands,with a heavy heart I finally agreed to Om Rahman's request to take Aisyah with me even though the risk I would bear later was greater, well may Allah strengthen me from something that makes my faith fall in the slander of women.

The next day after the dawn prayer I set off on my bike to Om Rahman's house to deliver Aisyah to her campus, with the initial intention of acting as a driver instead of more I say bismillah may Allah guard my heart from syaithon slander from the temptations of women.

Arriving in front of Om Rahman's house I then parked my bike in his garage and headed towards the car to wait for Aisyah out of the house.

Not long out the woman dressed in black and veiled from her house and came to me while talking.

"this is the key" said Aisyah who without looking at me

I picked it up and headed straight for Om Rahman's av*nza to heat up the engine,after 10 more minutes I heated my car engine and then walked to Aisyah who sat on the sofa in front of her house while talking while looking down.

"sorry the car is ready" I said

Then Aisyah walked past me without answering what then got into the car, only the remaining fragrant perfume left behind in my sense of smell.

On the way I asked again the campus address

"sorry Ma'am if the campus address is where it is"

"on the road angrek close to the prosecutor's road there will be a PGSD campus"

"oh yes I know" said I then drove the car towards the destination

After arriving, Aisyah came down and said "mas' thanks, she asked for help if antum didn't mind"

"ask what's help?" ask me

"after picking up ana please take ana to the flower garden close to the campus well, syukron assalamualaikum" he said who played around me without waiting for an answer I could or did not

"wa'alaikumsalam" I said while breathing heavily turns out all the same girls who veiled a regular hijab sometimes like it all

The afternoon after the dzuhur prayer at the mosque in front of Aisyah's house I went back to the car to pick up Aisyah kekampusnya, after reaching the campus I then waited in front of the campus gate while casually listening to a lecture from the car radio.

Not long come Aisyah approached me and entered the back seat of the car "yuk Jalan Mas" he asked

After a few minutes from the Aisyah campus, we arrived at a government-owned flower garden that was held specifically for visitors without being charged a penny.

"mas stop mas.parkir Here only" he asked

I stopped my car and Ayesha got out of the car and started taking a camera in her bag and walking towards the flower garden, while I got out of the car because I was inside and then walked and sat on a chair while enjoying the view of the flower garden in front of me.

I watched carefully Aisyah enthusiastically photographed the red roses in front of her, karna felt in the eye finally Aisyah glanced at me, because I was ashamed to be caught watching him and then I swiftly turned my gaze towards the highway.

"Before seeing Ana continue well"

"don't really hurt" said I who still looked towards the road without seeing it

"it is better that Mas's eyes are pierced with thorns than to see the ones in Allah's haram" he said as he passed his activity photographing flowers

While stroking my chest I muttered "only one day of her trials was a very heavy woman who was so obedient to the commandments of Allah and His Messenger but I was happy because with so slander that I thought would befall me when with Aisha finally would not be happen.