You found me with my God
Chapter 2 - Help
The next day, Tasya came back to the dining area near the mosque, only this time he came not too early, at 7 am. "Mom, want to pesen gudeg with each other sweet anget tea one yes," said Tasya while sitting and taking out his phone.
Not long after the mother of the seller delivered Tasya's order with a friendly smile. "This is yes Ma'am food is the same drink," replied the mother and returned to work on the orders of some people who were waiting in line.
Tasya's smile puffed up slightly as she smelled the aroma of cooking that was so tempting to her stomach, she picked up the spoon and as Tasya was about to feed her food a sound managed to stop Tasya's action, the voice that Tasya seemed to have heard and made his gaze glance slightly towards the source of the sound.
"Assalamualaikum ma'am, I'm the usual pesen ya," he said kindly, a smile that framed beautifully on that handsome face might make everyone instantly feel cool. He was a man who was known to be humble, kind, young, handsome, well-established and of course came from a respectable family that was thick in religion. He was Azam, a man who never tired of filling the morning lectures and this is his favorite place to eat.
"Waalaikumsalam, uh ustadz Azam, may, please sit down first," said the seller very kindly.
The man named Azam nodded slowly. "Okay ma'am, thank you, yes" he said softly.
As for Tasya, in his mind he had started to remember the man named Azam earlier, he was the one who had heard his words yesterday morning, words that make Tasya immediately think far away about religion and life. Tasya hopes that someone kind and sincere will release Tasya from this dark life, give Tasya calmness and gain a new light for Tasya to remain enthusiastic in living life, he was fed up with the dance and the eyes of the men in the club, the naughty hands that always dared to touch him without asking for approval first. "Why not the impossible!" hissing Tasya while hitting her head slowly, he looked at the clock on his phone and resumed his breakfast. "Mending me hastily eat, Mami can be angry if you go out of the house for a long time," murmured Tasya slowly.
Without realizing Tasya, Azam who was sitting behind Tasya also noticed the movements of Tasya who seemed to talk to himself and somehow Azam's smile expands because he saw it. "Excuse me Ustadz, this is the Chicken Gudeg." The voice distracted Azam, he started eating quietly and as a few mouthfuls entered Azam saw the woman in front of him standing about to pay.
Azam's forehead slightly wrinkled faintly as he saw the woman looking puzzled, he was seen rummaging through her small bag several times. "No EDC or scan, Mom? Or can transfer?"
As Azam stood up from his seat, he walked up to the woman and smiled at the seller's mother. "Let me pay Mom, then join Bill yes," said Azam.
