World Angel
Chapter 2's
Chapter 1 has been revised ya~ Yuk, continued Chapter 2!!
The morning came quickly as though Jinan had not slept that night. But there is no denying that he did not get enough sleep last night. His nose was very itchy, and he could not stop sneezing. This morning he woke up with blackened eyes and snot that had run off his nose.
Hatchy!
Once again he throws a tissue into the trash can in his little room. Someone who had been standing at the door shook his head at the sight he had seen so often.
“Jin, didn't you take a warm bath last night?”
Jinan scowled, tired of hearing the call. “Jinan, Ay. Not Jin.”
“Allah,” he said lazily.
“Jinan take a warm bath, but it is already wet so it does not seem to work,” said Jinan lethargic.
“Sick like this you still want to go to college?”
Jinan nodded. “A fever won't knock me down, insyaallah. Jinan also brought medicine.”
“Basic of you! Should be sick was used to skip college, your mindset is very strange,” pout Ayu surprised to see her friend who is always stubborn.
“That thought is what needs to be fixed, Ay. Bolos mulu, when is college steel?”
Ayu shrugged, not caring about Jinan's words aimed at him who often skipped college and only came in when the exam arrived. He does not want to take a headache by filling the class attendance, after all can now use ‘jasa’ tipped absent. It should be used to the maximum.
As long as he could still take the exam and pay his tuition smoothly, he was sure that nothing could stop him from living life the way he wanted. Not even for her parents. They even have no right to manage Ayu's life at this time. He was the one who fought alone to finance his college, his parents did not even interfere in this business.
The dense routine of Ayu working to pay tuition fees makes him unable to full college as a student should. If he had time to spare, it must have been used to break from the cruelty of city life.
“Don't be too self-max.”
Jinan smiled, it was great to have a friend who was very considerate of her. After preparing, the woman immediately drove on her green motorbike to the Muhammadiyah campus of Sumatra.
And again he was stuck in traffic in the same place, do not know why this intersection is always crowded vehicles.
Angkot (city transport), betor (motorcycle pedicab), cars and motorcycles blend into one. The sound of the impatient driver's klaskson sounded disdainful. Also the cry of the angkot driver who called passengers was heard filling the streets of Medan.
Jinan felt his head back dizzy with all this noise, although in the middle of the road he reached into the bag looking for his phone to see the clock. He was trapped for 10 minutes between the crush of other vehicles scrambling to control the hollow road.
Carefully he chose a road body that could still be passed, not wanting to get into the water puddle in the asphalt pit. Thankfully the streets did not flood because the rain was not heavy last night, only the puddles in some holes were deep enough.
After struggling for a long time on the streets of Sumpek, Jinan finally can breathe free air in the campus parking lot. There is still not much to come, the parking lot looks spacious. He sighed gratefully, not having to bother parking the motor this morning.
“Alhamdulillah is still empty. About going home later just think, the spirit of Jinan!” he yells at himself.
By saying ‘Bismillah’ he stepped into building F, Faculty of Islamic Religion (FAI). Some people who saw Jinan walking slowly tried to greet him with a stale outburst of temptation.
“Assalamualaikum, ukhti shaliha..”
“Masyaallah beautiful ukhti this..”.
“Oh mother of my children..”.
“Bidadari heaven passed, cuit..cuit...”.
“Bidadari keles world..!”
Laughter was heard from the bureau of the Faculty of Engineering that Jinan passed. All those throws of temptation were only met with fleeting smiles and accelerated footsteps. His heart throbbed at the compliment. He felt unworthy to hold the title as ‘bidadari dunia’ with low piety. His heart forgives God who shuts disgrace in front of his creatures.
Indeed, if the sin inflicts black spots on the face, there will be no room left for the spots on his pale face. God is still generous not to make his shame open to everywhere and to make it appear perfect in the eyes of men.
His heart cries, it hurts to hear the praise he does not deserve. Only the Supreme is worthy of being compared to the Praise.
“Assalamualaikum,” greet Jinan.
“Waalaikumussalam,” reply Mutia, Rini, Yani, and Dila together.
As if they were commanded, one by one they shook hands and exchanged gibberish with Jinan.
“Warm pocket? Pain?”
Mutia had always been the most considerate person among them. He was meticulous with unusual conditions or changes in attitude to his best friend. Jinan smiled happily.
“Commonly, drizzle yesterday,” replied Jinan gently.
Mutia frowned. “When does it drizzle? Mutia until home still not drizzling tuh.”
Jinan turned a clumsy look. The distance from Mutia house to campus is about 30 minutes if the trip is smooth, while to Jinan boarding only takes about 15 minutes without congestion.
“There's more brother?” rini looked suspiciously.
All eyes looked at Jinan with a suspicious look and also asked for an explanation. Something important happened and their best friend said nothing.
“Emm...arguably so,” said Jinan hesitate.
“Do not use code, answer clearly! We do not want to guess,” said Rini firmly. For some things, the petite woman is very intolerant.
Jinan sighed, his head lowered. “Iya.”
Rini ruffled waist. “Our agreement if there is something like this is no hiding. Must speak frankly, right?”
Jinan did not reply, he only nodded weakly. Rini's disappointed face made her feel guilty. He broke his promise.
Suddenly from behind the faculty came a cubby-cheeked woman wearing a long black veil up to her thighs and an oversized orange shirt to the floor. Round glasses perched on his pug nose add to the sweet impression of exotic tan skin.
“Assalamualaikum,” cheerful reply.
“Waalaikumussalam.”
Jinan, Rini, Dila, Yani and Mutia answered in unison and the routine was repeated. Shake hands and kiss each other.
“Eh? Warm? Fever?” melisa was shocked.
Jinan smiled stiffly and nodded. One more reliable detector like Mutia came.
“Why? How can? Yesterday was fine, right?”
Again Jinan just smiled.
“Custom, stubborn,” said Rini keki.
“Already, we better get to class. Jinan if it hurts really do not be lazy to UKS,” said Yani firmly emphasized the word ‘malas’ in his sentence.
They know what Yani means, Jinan is not lazy or unwilling to say her feelings. But the honey-eyed woman often felt reluctant to her best friend, she did not want to trouble anyone if it was possible.
Jinan nodded. “Sorry didn't tell you.”
Melisa stared in confusion while the others smiled understandably except for Rini who still had a flat face. No wait a long time they finally to class together after the friend who awaited—Melisa— finally arrived at the campus.
The hours of the lecture were quiet. Today the lecture schedule is only about 4 hours with a break in each hour for 15 minutes. Jinan is still trying to be calm listening to the lecturer's explanation. He realized that his head hurt but was still trying to survive. Soon the second hour of the lecture would be over, it was a pity if he gave up now.
His efforts were not in vain, just after the lecturer ended his lecture activities, Jinan fell out of his chair. He is unconscious. Invite a shriek of shocked companions and a worried look from eyes as sharp as an eagle.
Seriate...
