World Angel
Chapter 6's
We're flashback first.
The beginning of 2013 has already begun. Jinan who did not follow the colossal Masa Taaruf (MASTA) was a little confused when he reached the entrance gate of UMSU which was filled with students. He circled around and could not find his faculty building. In the end he decided to call Mutia.
“Tia, help me!” the screams were almost whining.
Mutia laughed across the phone. “What?”
“Jinan don't know where the building is.”
“Oh, we are in building F, from the front gate go on until the last building, there will be writing on the building kok,” Mutia said patiently.
“Hm? Okay, don't close yes.”
And Jinan started walking slowly as her eyes searched for the building Mutia meant. After passing through FP and FT and Auditorium he finally arrived at the rear faculty building. There a black hooded woman waited while attaching a cell phone to her right ear. He smiled when his friend came.
“Jinaaaan! Assalamualaikum,” exclaim Mutia cheerful.
“Waalaikumussalam.” Jinan answered softly. Mutia smiled stifledly.
“Jinan has changed a lot from the last time we met,” comments Mutia. He walked to their classroom.
“Really? Alhamdulillah, although still often khilaf but Jinan seriously want to emigrate,” said Jinan slowly.
“Aalhamdulillah's. Mutia also wants to hijrah, we together to improve ourselves yes.”
Jinan nodded. The two friends smiled and understood each other's past situation.
“Eh, Mutia has met our friends in class. There are 52 people! Class is full, but cool.”
Jinan smiled listening to Mutia's cheerful chatter. The girl of Acehnese blood looks enthusiastic about the early days of college as a student majoring in PAI. Occasionally his hand made a gesture that showed he was a reliable orator.
Arriving at the door of the class, Jinan said ‘Bismillah’ in his heart and entered the class while saying hello.
“Assalamualaikum,” as quiet as possible.
Suddenly the noisy classroom was silent. All pairs of eyes stared at Jinan with a curious look. Since he did not follow MASTA, his face looked foreign to his classmates. But a second later the atmosphere was suddenly more violent than before.
“Woaaahhh!”
“Mashaallah!”
“Bidfrom... Angel...!”
“Ihh beautiful times bah!”
“Eittsss, my future wife finally showed up. Here I introduce you guys.”
“Udah crazy this Yudha!”
“Then you yes, woy!”
“Less his brain it!”
“Bla.. bla.. bla.
And many more obscure utterances were heard filling the class. Jinan lowered her head. Not wanting to stare at the crowd of men fighting each other approaching him with a friendly look. They introduced each other who of course did not remember his name and face by Jinan because he was busy looking down.
“Get you guys aside, woy! Poor brother, want to sit him,” shouted the woman with the face of sangar.
“Whispering time, Ulfa! Like a grandmother attached to you I looked at!”
“Grandma attached to your mom!”
“Hush! Don't take your mama!”
“Udahlah, noisy times you guys! Step aside first, let this sister pass!”
And finally slowly the crowd moved away, making Jinan breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at Ulfa and smiled in gratitude.
“Ha! Look at it, sighed this brother would be because of you guys,” said the narrow-eyed woman sitting next to Ulfa.
The atmosphere came back crisp with the obscure chatter of classmates. Jinan shook her head and sat down on the chair that Mutia had prepared. He smiled softly at his new friends who introduced themselves to each other. Which of course he does not remember his name and face because Jinan is a terrible reminder.
He slightly glanced at the line of men who were indeed separated by the female part. One by one they introduced themselves who were only answered with a smile.
At first glance his eyes looked at the young man sitting quietly focused on his ipad, uninterested in the class commotion. Jinan smiled, grateful that there was still a young man who was a little calm than the others. He began to prepare books and pens. He is ready to accept new knowledge today.
The tan-skinned youth in front glanced at Jinan and his lips smiled faintly. A woman sitting not far from the young man stared expressionlessly.
***
As has been a tradition, new students and new students start the first week of college by introducing themselves to each other. Same with this class. One by one the students introduced themselves and stated the reason they chose this campus as a place to get S1 education.
“My name is Jinan Salsabila, you can call Jinan or Nan. Please don't call ‘Jin’ because I'm not a delicate being. The reason I chose this college was because my mom asked for it. I was not accepted at the State University.”
He smiled faintly as he said it, as well as his friends who laughed at Jinan's honesty. “Then the reason I chose this major.because I want to improve myself.”.
Jinan's last words spoken in an unusual tone apparently attracted the attention of Ruslan who had closed his eyes. The young man twisted his body and looked at Jinan sharply. Jinan gasped in shock and immediately lowered her head, avoiding eye contact that caused an electric shock.
No one made a sound a few seconds later, as if they realized there was a strange seriousness in the reason that Jinan had expressed.
***
The selection of class relators chosen based on the highest vote was finally obtained by Ruslan as the winner. He served as a leader who became a judge, lawyer and a father in his class. A very heavy task, but he received it with a spacious chest. Although he had refused to be a candidate because he felt inappropriate, but it turns out his friends put hope and trust in his leadership.
Armed with all that trust he finally accepted the noble task with ridha. Wishing Allah reward and mercy for his deeds, he began to carry out his duties that very day. At first he wrote his cell phone number on the blackboard in front of the class. It aims to facilitate communication between each other if they need his help in the matter of lectures.
Jinan wrote the number of a young man named Ruslan in his notebook. He did not immediately keep the young man's number on his phone because he felt it was unnecessary. He sure doesn't need the young man anytime soon.
Lecture hours are long over, while PAI students still feel at home in the classroom joking with each other and tightening the rope ukhuwah. Jinan smiled a lot at the babble of his friends. In an instant he felt close to some of his friends. Although he is classified as an introvert human, this time he is able to socialize quite well.
His eyes glanced at Ruslan who had been busy struggling with the laptop in front of him. He seemed serious about doing something. This makes a question mark, why does the young man look so busy while the lecture is not active because it is only until the introductory stage?
“Jinan, want to go to the mosque together? We want Dhuha if you have time anyway,” invite Melisa friendly.
Jinan turned her attention. His heart spoke sighs for not stopping to pay attention to the young man who was not his mahrom.
“Jinan wants to come, but still off anyway,” he replied with a shy smile.
Melisa smile. “What's up, come along. Abis Dzuhur we chat with each other closer.”
Embrace enthusiasm as an answer. At least Jinan knew that Melisa and some of her friends had personalities that matched her. There was also one person who caught his attention. Since the beginning of the arrival of this woman, he had admired the tiny milk-white woman who was always friendly around.
“Kak Amah want to come too?” ask Jinan enthusiastically.
He could not wait to get to know and learn a lot from this woman. Incidentally this woman is a graduate of pesantren who certainly has a better science of the afterlife than him.
Amah looked clumsy, but she refused politely. “Sorry, I can't. Sister still has business.”
“Urusan?” paro Jinan is curious. But Amah did not answer and just smiled.
Not wanting to interfere in other people's affairs further, he finally left to his friends who still wanted to be in class and followed Melisa who had already left first. At the door, as if there was a strange urge, he turned to look at Ruslan who was looking at him sharply. Hurriedly he lowered his head and chased after Melisa.
Why did the young man keep looking at me?
Jinan shook his head, not wanting his mind to re-contaminate by the illegitimate things that could damage it.
“They're dating?”
“It looks like he didn't. But they've been close since the first day of college. Aye right?”
“That laptop held by Ruslan also has Amah.”
“Iya? Really?”
Reva nodded. “I saw Amah give her laptop to Ruslan.”
“Kok can do that? Though they are both graduates of pesantren, masa’ yes they are dating?”
“Yee, who from the pesantren is not a saint.”
“Hei! Can't revitalize your own temen,” reprimands Melisa who feels careless to hear the chatter of her friends.
“Hehehe. But if someone else can do it, Mel?”
“What? Eehh, can't do it!” exclaim Melisa gelagapan.
They laughed, Melisa's reaction was very funny while being colonized. Talking about classmates who are involved in romance is always an interesting topic. Not only as entertainment material, sometimes people also make it a joke and make fun of the culprit. Of course, all of that is done in the limits of joking. Although we do not know whether the victim feels the same joke or even offended by the ignorance of his friends.
Jinan walked in silence, although he did not like to preach it could not be denied if he felt the conversation was very informative for him. He realized that he was curious about two names that had been the topic of conversation since his friends. Unwittingly his friends, Jinan struggled with his own thoughts. The trip to the mosque felt very stifling for him.
But suddenly from behind, as if there was a wind blowing slowly pulled Jinan to look back. There, at the end of the entrance of the F building, Ruslan came out with a little run. When the two pairs of eyes looked at him, time seemed to stop. Jinan could not hear the voices of his friends, only Ruslan's exact steps echoed clearly in his ears.
Tap..
The move was getting closer, and as they passed Jinan's heart pounded hard. Time seems to slow down. The wind suddenly blew away the long veil that touched the thigh.
“Assalamualaikum, Jinan.”
Jinan flinched, the whisper was clearly heard in his ear. He looked up and followed the young man. Didn't expect Ruslan to greet him in a secret brief moment. Of course it was only realized by him. His friends suddenly fell silent to see Ruslan walking quickly past them.
Seriate...
