Between Mr. Ustadz's Son Or Office Child
Chapter 2: Kenan Or Chicio

I'm for you. You are for me, but all, what is possible, our different faiths. God is one, we are not the same, should I leave even though love will never leave.

Sebait lyrics of the song that requirements the meaning, always successfully make Ara upset. He established himself as the most heartbroken man on earth, for loving the ungodly. The fact until this moment, Ara has not had a replacement, the only person who has ever filled her heart is Kenan Argantara, even though the good times ended two years ago.

"Ra, tomorrow you go to Papa's church!"

Ara nodded doubtfully even so she still heeded Papa's request. "But later, Ara can not long nemenin Papa worship,"

"Why do you have college assignments?"

"Not." the girl shook her head slowly.

"Wantas, why?"

Ara simply smiled and left before Papa without answering the question of the man she respected so much. If only Papa knew, if Sunday Ara there is a schedule of study with young people at the Mosque, he believes his Papa will certainly be disappointed.

Shhsttt

The melodious voice and the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an were clearly heard in Ara's ears. The owner of the melodious voice must be the Mama, who just finished the Ashar Prayer. In this house Ara is no stranger to listening to the Mama teach even without awkward he asked a lot of things about Islam to Mama.

"Ara, why are you standing there? Come here!"

"Huhuh?" suddenly the girl became nervous, but still set foot to approach Mama, who looked beautiful using a pink face.

*Why are you, how are they just? Ara there's a problem, same story Mama,"

As fast as lightning Ara shook his head. If only Mama knew, the biggest problem in her life was her own parents, but Ara did not have the heart to say the truth. To be honest, until this moment Ara is still confused, because Mama and Papa are married but different beliefs, it seems ambiguous to him. Weird right?Because Ara had been at a time that made her very uncomfortable.

* * *

"Henner."

"Geez, there's Ara here. Lo what?"

Unexpectedly this morning at Ara Church to meet Kenan again, the man was performing a prayer by himself.

"Gue, nemenin Papa worship." she replied nervously.

"Oh."

"Why yourself?" Ara asked back so that the two were not awkward.

"Gue dugem, haha." Kenan replied with a very clear laugh. According to him, Ara's question does not need to be answered, the girl must have understood what she did every Sunday.

"Dih, what the fuck, asked nicely even joked,"

"Lo's question is not quality at all."

Hearing Kenan's words, Ara was suddenly upset, she frowned and even lazily looked at this man's face.

"Follow me!" suddenly Kenan pulled Ara's hand.

"Where are you going anyway? Don't pull dong, sick tau," Ara clucked. "Two years ago, it turns out Lo's attitude has not changed, yes, still the same, love the meaning and love the pull of my hand" he added.

Hearing the nagging of the girl before him, Kenan answered him with a laugh. He did not expect that Ara still understood all his attitudes and ways.

"Gue wants to take a walk,"

"Males."

"Maksa cave. Deh, here I am still fairly new, so do not understand which place is the best to hang out."

"It's none of my business. I'm not going to bokap anyway, if I want to go."

"Pamit aja through Hp, do not need complicated and do not need a lot of reasons."

"Hem, why, you got another show?" Kenan.

"Yes, but don't ask too many questions."

"Whatever, what's important is that I'm first."

This afternoon, they both went for a walk and visited many places, such as Cafe and some parks that Ara said were comfortable to relax. Yeah, two years of never meeting doesn't seem like a problem for Kenan, when he should hate Ara, but Kenan can't do, he said, the sweet smile on Ara's face melted the fortress of anger in just an instant.

* * *

After finishing accompanying wherever Kenan wanted, Ara immediately went to the Mosque where the study had begun twenty minutes ago.

"Where have you been, tumben's late?" asked a woman whose age was no longer young, but being beside this woman made Ara feel calm.

"Sorry Umi, I was stuck in traffic" Ara obviously lied.

The woman called Umi, just nodded her head, then let Ara follow all the study series.

Dugdug

Ara's heart beat irregularly, she suddenly became cold hot and her body trembled. Ara was not a fever but was being blown away at the sight of who was lecturing in front of everyone at the moment

"Chio. Buset, this is really mas-mas so Mr Ustadz huh?" Ara asked herself.

Ara's heart rate is increasingly irregular, where he sees, if Chio occasionally stares at him.

"Duh, why should see me anyway, is the heart so not safe," Ara scolded in the heart while covering her face with both palms.

All the series of studies were completed, Ara helped Umi and the young people in the mosque save snacks.

"Hem-hem, where did you come from? Why is it late?"

"Kepo." replied Ara ketus without knowing who was now standing next to him.

"Ohh so, yes already, I won't wonder anymore."

Ara who immediately realized if the one who asked was Chio, immediately moved the body and now he and Chio faced-face.

"Hehe," Ara's laughter was clearly made up. "So-so I got stuck, so late, eeh sorry yes, because it was rada ketus."

Chio was just a mangut-mangut without any trust, anyway wherever Ara went he did not want to know a little, although there was a definite curiosity only about twenty percent. The rest he was very bodo.

"Do you want this?"

"What's this?"

"The water in the tea mix in the sugar love keeps on stirring."

"Ohh, this is sweet tea."

"That's it, keep doing it." Ara gave a loud snort, the more she looked annoyed as Chio liked to see her more.

The two talked anything, briefly seen throwing laughter and smiling meaningfully. Without Ara and Chio realizing that there are currently many pairs of eyes that are watching them.

"Pantes ga the hell, Mr Ustadz's son even courting in the courtyard of the Mosque?" ask the girl named Mila while staring cynically at Chio and Ara.

"Don't be provoking! Everyone already knew, if the girl named Ara was indeed familiar with Mas Chio. After all, the one who teaches Ara Prayer and teaches it every day is Mas Chio." explains another girl who has the name of Dance.

Mila does not understand, he actually looks more upset even the level of hatred for a girl named Ara is increasingly unstoppable again. While Chio and Ara still seemed to be getting more and more engrossed in chatting together, even occasionally Chio stroked Ara's head slowly. Of course, that attitude caused even more unrest in the hearts of Chio's admirers secretly.

TB