YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 3

..."From prayer I take care of you"...

...~Firman Fansyah~...

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 One house has two heads, it belongs to Firman and Hanum. His mother is out, there is business in the work. And the Word was told to accompany Hanum. Firman transferred to Hanum's school. However, he is not in the same class as Hanum. He's in Ips 3, because he just moved in. "Why are you so glum?" Word stole a look when Hanum didn't look at him. "No, I was just thinking about my unfinished work" Hanum replied, without looking at the slightest Word that was trying to observe Hanum's mood.

 Silence appeared, only the sound of a fan lighting up. Word's eyes repeatedly stole Hanum's sight, but there was no sound from Hanum. "Hey, you shut up mulu. What was? The story! Even though we're far apart I hope you're a little open!" Word snapped, his eyes still staring at Hanum who was still silent in his chair. "It's not what the Word is. You want some tea? made it?" Hanum rallied the conversation, with no agreement on his offer. Hanum immediately sauntered away just like that. Firman just stared at the girl's back, he could not process the words to make her comfortable to tell a story. “Actually you are hiding something,” Inner Word.

 

 Seen from afar, the girl came carrying a tray and two cups of tea on it. "Hehehe, it's coming! Where do you want to put it?" A sweet smile was engraved on Hanum's face, clearly visible his cheeks were now more and more rounded like bundles. Hanum actually knew, this man in front of him knew everything about him. Although, having only known for 2 days, he was already able to read the contents in Hanum's brain. "Put it there lest I take it myself" replied the Word. His voice was still cold, as cold as the north pole which made Hanum shiver to hear it.

 

 For a few hours, they were in silence. No sound came out of their mouths, to open the conversation, making Hanum feel lonely. Hanum opens his voice, “Until when do we keep diem?”. "Trus what are you talking about?" say the Word with his feet. "Emmm. Name yuk!" Take Hanum, then reach for his phone in his right pocket. "Saw, ngabisin 1 juice. Then, the change is better than the game," argued the Word, then waltzed away. If he wasn't a good man, I might have killed him. Inner Hanum, stared intently at the man.

 

 They chanted the Verse of Allah, a melodious voice rang out in Hanum's ears. The owner of the voice is the Word, the one who is chanting Surat al-Baqarah. It is admitted by Hanum, reading without any mistake. And, it was different from Hanum who was still stammering.

 

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 "Assalammualaikum" sounds from outside, making them stop reading.

 "Waalaikumsalam" they answered simultaneously, without agreement.

 "Hm. Firman, I'm just dying, yes" Hanum said softly, Word just nodded slowly.

 Hanum bediri, put the red Qur'an on the table. The heavy steps that were struck by him. The woman with the black longdress was in front of me, she was crying. Seen from the eyes why that. "Fatimah? What the hell are you here for?" Ask Hanum, then take this friend into the house.

A sobbing was heard in the ears of the two of them, Fatimah was difficult to process words. However, he tried to say what to say. "I want to talk to you" said Fatimah, holding back tears. Hanum's eyes only looked weak, he didn't know what the problem was, yet he felt his heart being pumped so hard.

"Num, I know you must have known everything," Fatimah's gaze began to weaken as well, she held back her cries. Hanum immediately grabbed him and stroked his left shoulder. "Team, I know you're sad. But please tell me the details, I know what?" Said Hanum in a smoother tone than usual. "Num, please I'm afraid our secret is known. Only you and Bagas know I'm scared." Fatimah was nervous, Hanum just looked at the ball her eyes fixedly.

Hanum tried to smile, he knew everything. All about the love story of Fatimah, that must be strengthened in his heart. "It's just the two of us, don't cry." Why my ordeal hurt me so much. Inner Hanum. Then, his tears just went down.

"What's Hanum?" ask Word who hastily approached Hanum, I immediately looked at the Word with a face that hastily swung. "Ah no Word, this is my friend" Hanum said as he wiped away my tears. The Word's eyes seemed to not believe everything Hanum said.

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 Four close friends, this water demon laughed at the same time at the cafe on the side of the road. It seems like they are talking about something. "Hahahaha, you know? I'm just the bego girl" said a man wearing a bottle green jacket. Proudly, he raised an eyebrow marked he was playing cunning in his game. "Emang lu apain? Fatimah until she confides in me while crying?" Ask a man in front of him. Curiosity has robbed him.

 "I kissed, and I kept saying that if anyone else was happy with me but him, he just said don't stay with me. Yes I answer, if he does not want to stay he must want more like yesterday," he said stopped and then put his face forward in front of his friend "but, same my friend, Hahahaha." Bagas' answer made it difficult for his friend to swallow his saliva, but there was a sense of happiness between them. The ins and outs of Fatimah have not been all revealed, and the cunning nature of Bagas he will know, what Fatimah really looks like. "Your sadistic oath, but it's good enough, bro."

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 Hanum is still in the doorway. The red backpack was still on his small back, he never felt this unsettling. I hope nothing surprises you. The inner Hanum he often speaks. My feet are heading into the classroom, that steady step that Hanum feels. Shoes and floors come together, and produce a distinctive sound. "Assalammualaikum" hail Hanum. His eyes looked at every student who was in the room.

 Simultaneously answering Hanum's greeting, the smiles of many people were thrown at Hanum. Except, the demon who was still staring intently at Hanum. The girl entered the class. "Fatimah? You why?" Fatimah felt restless, her phone repeatedly turned her legs. "Later after school, I want to tell you a lot about my relationship" whispered Fatimah, right between Hanum's ears. An uneasiness was felt behind his words.

 Time passed, Bagas did not wear much to Hanum. They look at each other. More precisely, look like a victim who wants to be recorded. The clock came home. Hanum and Fatimah are only two in her class, often Fatimah ensures the condition of the class that this is safe. "Num, I love Bagas," Fatimah said with pressure in her intonation, her eyes looking at Hanum so fixed. "Yes, then?" Fatimah lowered her head. "But I felt like he didn't want me" said Fatimah limply, her tears slowly falling. Hand held her mobile phone, Fatimah tried to open Instragram, staring fixed account owned by her lover. Photos of several women filled the contents of this mad man's instragram.

 Now it is not Fatimah who is hurt, even Hanum is also sicker. Fatimah looked at Hanum, she was reading Hanum's mind. However, he only got a little bit of his brain. "Num, you're okay, right?" Hanum ripped his daydream. "What is the trus?" Hanum looked closely at Fatimah, "Pray if Bagas will one day change." Bagas wants what?. Hanum's strangulation in his heart, many words of diatribe for a man who deserves to be called a playboy.

 Hanum is not a person who easily put hate, if anyone becomes a victim he feels compassion. That is what Fatimah gave me. Although the root of the hatred was growing, Hanum knew how to be wise in making decisions. "Hey!" The man who had a height of 175cm shouted, staring intently at Hanun's presence in the room. He approached them gallantly, his steps aloud like a general ready for battle. It is not worth likening this mad man, the woman-mad who deserves to be crowned for him.

 "Sorry Num, I have to go wait for good luck." Fatimah immediately went away from Hanum just like that. Then, drag Bagas away from me. I understand very well! About this thing. Inner Hanum. Perhaps, in his heart at the moment was just a blur of words for the mad man.

 How many kilos he had walked to his house, his gaze sat down looking at the dust fragments on the road. "Braggu!" a man shouted from the front of his house. Hanum looked at the man fixedly, the man wearing a mocca color t-shirt still waving his hand. "Yes," cried Hanum, he remembered the man's face.

 "Your mother's out. Later that night he said he had just come home, I was told to take care of you. So, I think I'll be there when my mom gets home" said the man with a slight shout. It was the length of time that was in Hanum's mind. The man made her further destroy her mood. Ever since the man was around, Hanum had to be by his side when his mother wasn't home. A faint look was clear in Hanum's eyes, he just nodded slowly. Saying all of his words, even though it wasn't a question for him.

 Many times he erased his memory. Although it was none of her business, Hanum had the same feelings as her friend. It will look like the third person in their relationship. At least, he never thought of taking Bagas from his friend. His feet stepped slowly, now his shoes have met the terrace of his home. Tiredness was visible on his face, etched many problems on his face. However, this girl's move turned towards the park. Her limp body made her even more frustrated, let alone looking at the gallery on her phone that still had a sweet Bagas photo. Many words spoken by Hanum, insults, even blasphemy. Or, he would curse the Arab-faced man with sadism. He could not hold it anymore, tears so fiercely blasting his cheeks. Cheating words, women, and also destroyers now crossed his brain.

 Please, this is not fair. His inner.

 

 If he were now a life-revoking angel, he would probably kill himself. Took his life, without calculation. His love had clapped one hand, and now what did he get? A reality that is hard to swallow. As far as his house, there were eyes watching Hanum. Yes, he's the Word. The man her mother had told her to take care of her daughter. "He why?" Curiosity had enveloped the man who had the gallant body.  His brown jacket was ready to stick to his body. This man decided to approach the crying girl. I don't know, the feeling of worry wrapped up every nerve of his brain. His legs ran fast, his heart was beating so fast. He never knew what the girl was doing after this.

 The girl lying in the garden, it was captured by the eyes of the Word. Her lips were stiff, to say something. That worry turned into fear, more than any trauma to him. "Ha-num" said the man stammeringly, his legs were so heavy to move. But he tried to ease his legs. The little body of Hanum is now in the Word, the helpless limp that the Word sees. The man's feet stepped inside Hanum's house, often feeling the girl's body mlorot in her arms. However, he tried maybe for this girl not to fall.

 It's been 25 minutes that he didn't wake up on the living room couch, Hanum's body getting hotter. Word repeatedly checked the temperature, and attached the folds of cold water squeeze cloth. The Word's effort has now been maxed out, he could not bear to look at the weak girl like this. A pale face, on Hanum's face. Worry becomes-so in the body of the Word. "Hanum, don't leave me" the man said. Many times he rubbed the hand of the weakly lying girl. Hopefully, there's a response from Hanum. This man shed his tears, his heart was fragile and so sick he looked at the girl still in a weakened state, "I beg you to wake up Hanum, I really love you." The girl's eyes gave a response. However, the Word had fallen asleep from his sleep. Hanum gradually opened his eyes, the dizziness felt by Hanum.

Brucks.

 The folds of cloth that fell on his forehead, he still did not remember anything, all he remembered was that he was berating the man. Even though, from the photos. “Hmm. Me why? How can I be here?” Inner Hanum. His eyes looked at the surroundings, but his eyes were fixed on the object beside him. The figure of a man who was sound asleep, Hanum knew that the body must belong to the Word. Intend to awaken the Word, but the result is nil. He did not wake up from his sleep, Hanum's voice was unable to penetrate the dreamland of the Word at this time. Hanum changed position, he is now sitting next to the Word. Staring at every corner of his face, filled cheeks were on this man's face. But unlike Hanum, he has very chewy and round cheeks.

 His feet stepped towards the kitchen, intending to make a meal for the two of them. This menu, not the special omelet is Hanum's best idea. "Hanum! You where? Hanum" cried one man, who was none other than the Word. Hanum smiled cunningly, he tried not to show himself thinking it would be fun for him. Hanum ran in a hallway, where it united the back porch known to him and his mother only. The sound of Word's footsteps was clearly heard in the room, rather he was not walking but running.

“What is Hanum in abducted?” Think Word. Now the mind of the Word is vacillating, like there is no hope to return to positive thinking. He surrounds every room in this house. His steps sounded hurried, whereas Hanum, just smiled proudly because of all his ideas he made the man worried about his circumstances. Firman now climbed the stairs, thinking that Hanum was sleeping in his room. The unbalanced breath of his groove made Firman sweat seeds on his forehead. Hanum walked out of the hallway, staring at the whole room safely. He stepped up so slowly that he hid behind the big sofa.

 

"Hanum, where are you? I'm worried! I don't want to lose you. Hanum please don't joke!" Word stepped annoyed, his eyes did not find the figure he wanted to find. His feet were now coming down the stairs, his worry was ingrained in him. He tried to relax his brain, he thought if he searched with emotion it would not find results. The man began to throw his butt in its original place, when he was sound asleep.

"Ciluppa."

 No response from the man, Hanum felt that he had failed. A blank look of Word stared at the girl already in front of him. With circumstances, very healthy. Doesn't it? He's not scolding me?. Inner Hanum was full of big question marks on his brain. He shifted his position to face Hanum. He immediately hugged Hanum tightly, until the cheek of this girl was so attached to the chest of the Word. "Hanum, you know? I'm so worried about your situation. When you passed out earlier your body was hot high, I was afraid what happened to you. Please don't repeat, I'm afraid of losing you. I'm really scared of Hanum." A soft kiss was felt on Hanum's crown, he could not say anything more. Besides trying to breathe in his arms. Hanum's heart was beating so fast, the world seemed to be at a standstill. Hanum felt a sense of worry behind the man's embrace.

 "I love you so much" the saying is often repeated by the Word but, he said. Now my heart feels like it's in a pump so tight. "Firman, please let go of your embrace. I can't breathe" I said by pushing my body away from the Word. "Sorry Hanum I'm khilaf" he said coldly he immediately lowered his face and away from me, I only saw him from the 180° change he became a man who cared so much for me. "Emmm. Lupain aja, sorry I woke you but did not wake up, then I went to the kitchen to cook. Look you scream I'm hiding, I also don't know if it happened like this, sorry I was wrong from this incident, if if I hadn't hidden wouldn't have been like this. Sorry Word" I glanced at him a little, he didn't answer my question.

 He had already changed with his cold attitude the nature of his feet. I went straight to the kitchen to cook the Word, my heart was still pumped hard whatever happened, I deleted the memory of the problem many times but could not. Now that my cooking is done, I give it to the Word, the attitude is getting colder since the incident, no sound comes out of the mouth of the Word. "this is the food, this is the food, eaten yes I want to go out first to buy salt outside, I live first do not papakan?" without answering my question, she quickly nodded, then I left her at home.