World Angel

Chapter 7's

Ruslan who passed her friends without saying anything made Jinan wonder. Why did the young man just say hello?

Meanwhile, his friends fell silent in place and looked at each other. Their faces looked the same, anxious.

“What does Ruslan hear our chat?”

“Ih, how about?”

“This is why do not gossip, directly hit by karma.”

“Mutia, don't be like dong!”

“Hopefully he didn't hear!”

“Aamiin! Hope you don't hear!”

“Aamiin!”

Hearing the anxiety of his friends made Jinan return to his fleeting awareness. He smiled at his friends who quickly changed the subject. It's possible that the incident just made them realize, if there's no one who likes to be the talk behind. And they should be more careful to keep the tongue not boned. Body parts that unknowingly often hurt and sin.

Jinan looked around the mosque in confusion. There were so many students who were gathering to form a small group on the vast terrace of the mosque. He is in charge of guarding the bags of his friends who are now performing the Dhuha prayer. Fortunately they are still able to perform the sunnah prayer because time is almost entering Dzuhur.

Honestly, he felt reluctant to stay on the terrace of the mosque as it is now because he was in a dirty state, but this mosque looks comfortable to be a hangout. He had looked around the campus and found no place to hang out as comfortable as the cool terrace of the mosque. In his heart he begged for mercy.

Maybe I should talk to you about moving places.

Not long after the adhan roared, flocked students into the mosque to fulfill the call of Allah. He looked around and began to comment in his heart about the appearance of students who did not comply with Islamic law. Then watch the hordes of gracefully dressed women who all wear veils to cover their buttocks.

If you're friends with a perfumed oilman then you'll smell good too, and if you're friends with a blacksmith then you'll be exposed to the heat. I seem to have heard that phrase, where?

While thinking hard that did not produce results, Jinan turned to the male part of the mosque. He was shocked. There were several pairs of eyes that looked in admiration at him. The look he also received upon entering the campus gate on his first day. He bowed, begging for mercy. Remember his sin in the past which God has covered so perfectly.

After the dzuhur prayer, Jinan begged to resign. He could not remain silent any longer in the courtyard of the mosque. He did not want his presence in the mosque to be a sin because of his dirty condition. Also because of the eyes of many students who steal the view on him. That makes him uncomfortable.

Melissa seemed to think. “What if we had lunch at the stall while hanging out?”

His friends agreed. Jinan agreed to the proposal. They ended up going to Simple Warung based on mutual agreement. Again as if someone was whispering to look back, Jinan turned her body.

A pair of eyes looked at him and a faint smile was imprinted on the lips of the young man who had not stopped paying attention to his movements. Gently, Jinan lowered his head towards Ruslan. Intending to give gesture if he greeted the young man who unexpectedly printed a charming smile with sugar and invited longing in the heart of the woman.

Jinan was stunned, seeing a very beautiful smile carved across the glass wall of the mosque.

***

The days of the class went normally. Of course with the heart of Jinan who began to enter the spring because of the existence of the young man who had a smile as warm as the sun. He knew one thing for sure from a young man named Ruslan. While being around his classmates, the young man behaved as if he did not know Jinan and was indifferent to the woman. Meanwhile, if there is a chance, Ruslan will steal the time to float his charming smile to Jinan.

Bizarrely. It was curious that Jinan was starting to become interested in the young man. Recognized as the brightest student in the class and wise, any woman would at least feel attracted to Ruslan. No exception Jinan who began to pay more attention to the young man.

Not many realize, all their friends do not even think if the two start to chat with each other. It all started from Jinan who wanted to ask about the lecture assignments that must be collected. He was not sure who to deposit on the paper, so there was no choice but to ask Ruslan as a class relator. That would be faster than asking her friends who very rarely held their phones.

Ruslan, who was relaxing at the mosque while in the shade, stared uninterestedly at the sound of incoming messages on his phone. He sighed softly, inviting the ignorant look of his roommate who had been watching the tan-skinned young man ever since.

“Who? Fans again?”

Ruslan snorted at Rifki's taunts. “Testing. Payah nih became the head of the hensem class.[handsome:handsome]”

“Beh, astagfirullah. Forgive your narcissistic servant, O Allah!”

“Aamiin. If possible, all his sins were removed as well, O Rabb,” sahut Ruslan raised his hand in earnest prayer.

As Ruslan opened the message of a new number that was not in his contact, he raised a puzzled eyebrow. He suspected that it was a classmate's number, but he did not have an idea of the owner of the number.

‘Assalamualaikum, akh. Sorry to interrupt, want to ask about the Man and Religion papers collected where? In the bureau as usual or to aki first?’

‘Waalaikumussalam. Collected directly in the same bureau bang Sofi ya.’

The reply quickly got into his phone. He nodded in wonder.

‘Oh, yes. Syukran. Wassalamualaikum.’

Not usually his friends who are both men and women ask to the point and close the conversation just like that. This month, after he had served as the class relator, there was only a serious incoming message and did not seriously bother him.

Most of the messages contained the usual introductory distractions of the clergy while the Brotherhood would try to familiarize themselves with them.

This time he received such a short message. Even his friends whom he considered maintaining relationships between the opposite sex were not this short of sending him messages. Wh who? Is it one of them?

Ruslan tried to guess who he was chatting with. There were only a few people in his class who still had not given him a mobile number. Even the most religious Amah has begun to launch attacks that of course he welcomed warmly.

Impatiently expecting not to solve the problem, Ruslan sent a reply at the unknown number.

‘Sorry, who is this with? Let me save the number.’

The young man tapped his finger on the floor impatiently. For the next 3 minutes there was no reply. He waited curious.

‘Mm, should not be saved.’

As fast as lightning he opened the incoming message when his phone rang, but as quickly as that his spirit faded.

‘It's good if I save, so broadcast info can get to everything.'

Ruslan did not give up. He even tried to use his position to find out the owner of the mysterious number.

‘Finely do not save.’

Astarghfirullah's. Ruslan was privileged in his heart. His patience is being tested with a very stubborn classmate.

‘Well, if so. Waalaikumussalam.’

Ruslan patiently stroked his rapidly beating chest. Actually he was a little upset, but he had no right to force someone to tell his name even though he had a position in the class. Rifki who saw his friend busy struggling with a cell phone just stared strangely.

“Why bro?”

Ruslan looked briefly. “Nothing. Something is making a fuss.”

“Hah? Who?” ask Rifki in shock. He put down his laptop and focused on Ruslan.

Ruslan glanced expressionlessly. “Temen classmate, ngajak patience test.”

“Yes, Kirain is fighting. I'm ready to stand in front.”

Ruslan shook his head. “The bond cannot be, let alone fellow Muslims. That's what patience lessons are for. All problems must be addressed carefully.”

Rifki smiled. “Hehe, ready ustadz!”

Ruslan smiled. He again dissolved in his assumption about the owner of an unknown number just now. Wh who? Maybe he will prepare a strategy to find out who the owner of the number is.

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