Muhammad Raga Angga POV
Today is my first day in Jakarta after I made a flight back to Indonesia last night. During this time I lived in Cairo with my grandfather's grandmother, I have lived there since I was in junior high school and now I have graduated from high school, I plan to continue my studies in Indonesia, because Mamah also asked for it. I am the second child, I also have a beautiful and good sister but now she is married. On her wedding day I was unable to attend and until now I have not met or given news that I am in Indonesia because I want to surprise her. .
This first day, I decided to walk to the bookstore, who knows there is a book that I like. if no one likes it then go home without buying a book
COURAGE OF MUHAMAD AND HIS ROMANTIC LOVE, FATIMAH AND ALI that's the title of the book that successfully captivated my heart, the title of the book was beautiful but didn't know its contents. My hands extended, but suddenly another hand managed to take it first.
Apparently she's a woman, yes woman, a woman with long straight black hair, has white skin, and she's beautiful.
I was very upset and asked for the book again, but he did not want to, pretending not to listen to me from the start, I kept asking for it, but he kept walking and paying it to the cashier.
I followed him and asked for his book again. May he be human
A good woman and willing to return her book to me, I will marry her as a thank you if she wants.
"I paid for the book, so the book is mine" this is the sentence that came out of his mouth and then he just left.
She managed to make me feel annoyed. Beautiful - beautiful annoying? where's the his face without expression anymore, can't he smile a little, she definitely looks prettier.
After feeling annoyed with this ice girl, I immediately walked around the mall to find a present for my younger sister. I didn't come to her wedding and surely when she met she would be angry. So before he got angry I was better off looking for a small gift for him to be able to buy my sister's heart.
When I was looking for the right thing for me to give to my sister, suddenly someone hit me from the front, made me fall like her, she also fell near me.
"sorry sorry I accidentally" I say when I wake up.
Without answering my words, he had left me who was still tidying my clothes which was rather messy because of the previous collision incident with the woman.
The woman's book fell, I took it, intended to return it to the owner, but the woman ran away, she ran and looked scared. I turned the book over, and it turned out that it was the book I wanted. That means that the girl is the girl who was fighting over the book with me, but why did she run scared.
My forehead wrinkled when I saw blood on the cover of the book. Although not much, but this blood managed to make me confused.
Do not want to bother with blood on the cover of my book immediately clean it using a handkerchief that I always carry. Then I made it again
confused when remembering what I have to do, I want to return it, I don't know the address of the owner, I want to replace using money, I don't know where that person is.
"I can read it first, later if I see it, can I come back" My mind while thinking of the right decision.
I walked while opening the book, I was stunned there was something tucked into his book which turned out to be a photo, I watched his picture seriously. She still looks beautiful even though he looks like she just woke up with messy hair.
"Beautiful but rich in ice" I muttered and then put the photo back in the book.
After walking around and not finding a suitable item for my sister because I was a little confused about what my sister liked because I did not know what my sister liked because she liked every item I gave her, should I buy everything good thing for my sister. maybe all of my deposits can run out.
"Why didn't I give the tasbe that I bought when I wanted to go home from Cairo, I bought two," I murmured while tapping my forehead.
I immediately rushed home, but when I arrived at the Azan Dhuhur parking lot reverberating, I finally decided to look for the closest mosque and it turned out there was a mosque 100 meters from here, I immediately went to the mosque. It did not take long, only about 10 minutes I arrived in front of the mosque that I was going to, I immediately parked my motorbike in the courtyard of the mosque.
After I immediately performed ablution, it turned out that the congregational prayer had been completed and finally I decided to immediately pray alone.
After completing the prayer facing and kneeling before Allah SWT I immediately intended to leave, but I heard the sound of crying which sounded heartbreaking. Out of curiosity I ventured to go up to the second floor of the mosque which was devoted to women to make sure there were people or not, but at this time I was under the top 10 stairs I didn't see anyone, I went up again and was under the top 5 steps of the mosque, I looked around until my eyes stopped in the upper right corner, there the woman who was crying while hugging her knees.
I immediately approached him. Even though I was hesitant until finally my body stopped right on his body.
"What can I do to help?" I said politely and was a little hesitant, I could not see his face because the woman looked down and his face was covered by her long hair.
She tried to keep his distance from me. She looks very scared.
"No, no, please leave," he said, afraid.
"Miss ... you're fine"
I asked, he tried to hug his knees more tightly, maybe scared, but somehow she could be scared of me. Is it possible for me to look scary?
"I have no bad intentions so now you calm yourself," I said Good luck.
"If I know, why is that?"
I asked when tears began to recede.
"Miss calm your mind, istigfar remember Allah"
I continued because she did not want to lift his face and without making a sound.
"You want to drink," I said, handing him mineral water.
And finally he lifted his face, beautiful that was the word I deserved to say, I frowned, wasn't she an ice girl, which I soSuddenly he move his body without standing, his facial expression like he was tight. What's wrong with him? Is she really afraid of me?
"If I may know, why are you?"
I asked when tears began to recede.
"Miss calm your mind, istigfar remember Allah"
I continued because she did not want to lift his face and without making a sound.
"You want to drink," I said, handing him mineral water.
And finally he lifted his face, beautiful that was the word I deserved to say, I frowned, wasn't she an ice girl, which I sought after he took the book I wanted.
Suddenly he moved to move his body without standing, his expression like fear. What's wrong with him? Is she really afraid of me?
"Go away, don't hit me, leave"
She said with tears breaking again he cried hysterically. I am confused myself.
Then she pelted me with objects around him, until finally she cried while hugging his knees again.
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