Me, Dusk, And Falsity
Chapter 18
Opium
“ Nih young child is senile, where else if not from the story Wa loe Sya ” with his hands occasionally hit his forehead
“ hehehe forgot Din ” Fisya just realized if yesterday he did have time to insert his pothonya into the story WA.
“ Wih exclaimed yesterday Fis? ” Dina asked how Fisya felt on vacation yesterday
“ Alhamdulillah Din, packed sustenance over ”
“ Oh yes yesterday had seen there was a foreign man dipotho who is Sya? ”
“ Oh that's my brother Din, Coincidentally he's off again so go home ” Fisya try to explain about My Hero.
Yes, his friends are not many who know if Fisya has a brother in relation to My Hero also rarely come home.
“ Wis steady dong he came home, must be very happy this friend I saw his brother coming home”
They continued their story again. Initially Dina had a strange time why Fisya called his brother My Hero.
But, Dina finally began to understand the closeness of Fisya to his brother.
Shortly the lecturer at the first hour entered. They all greeted him with great enthusiasm.
A few minutes later Riska arrived. Yes, it has become a habit for Riska if you arrive late to campus.
If it's not too late, it's not called hehehehehe….
***
It had become opium for Fisya after returning to the campus he, and the others headed to the Mosque. To just sit around.
And yes, especially if it does not reach the top of the tower. This time the only highlight is Fisya and Zahra as far as Fatimah just waiting on the ground floor.
A few minutes later, the two reached the top. They have a ria like the first person to go up.
In fact, every day hehehe…
Because at the first peak too full of other visitors. Finally Fisya and Zahra climbed the stairs back to continue to the second peak or the topmost peak.
With a little care they finally reached the top of the tower.
“ Ra pothoin I am here dong ” pinta Fisya while pointing to the right direction whose scenery is dominated by very beautiful coconut trees.
“ Okay ” Zahra also tried to take potho Fisya with as beautiful as possible. “ Replace dong kak, Zahra also want? ” now it is Zahra's turn not to lose.
“ Okay Ra ” Fisya also immediately pulled out his gadget to take turns taking pictures of Zahra.
After the two were satisfied to look at the scenery and potho. They both came down to follow Fatimah.
Arriving at the ground floor Fisya's eyes found a familiar object. Who else if not Hafiz.
He was sitting around with other friends. Fisya occasionally steals a glance towards Hafiz without realizing Hafiz is also looking at Fisya from a distance.
Finally they both looked but, quickly Fisya immediately lowered his head he did not want to happen a lot of slander later.
Visual Hafiz
Hafiz, a man born mixed between malay and java. She is 3 years older than Fisya. Studying at the same campus with Fisya just took a different major, namely the department of family law.
Having a smooth face is different from the man in general who is the attractor. Not to mention the slightly squinty eyes like Chinese descent.
He has no Chinese ancestry at all. Yes mungki chinese vegetable garden stray hehehe…
***
During college Fisya is very limiting the use of gadgets. He does not want to be like most people who are just glued in front of the gadget without caring about the surrounding.
So Fisya made a deal.
All that Fisya did because Fisya wanted to discipline himself in an easy way first.
That is by not neglecting what was his duty first.
All obligations have been completed Fisya worked on. And time to rest and satisfy yourself holding the gadget. Fisya also took his gadget that he had ignored earlier.
Mobile data is turned on. Unlike the previous tonight there are only a few messages that have been printed on the screen.
And one of them is the permanent resident, Hafiz. Fisya quickly returned the greeting. I don't know why Fisya has felt something strange about Hafiz lately.
He was seen more and more often sending messages to Fisya, especially commenting on the story that Fisya installed.
The message discussed is still the same only a light topic. Not yet lead to taste or personal. It's just that Fisya who has become more comfortable with the presence of Hafiz in his life.
And even Fisya forgot little by little his wounds in the past.
If the problem of honest feelings Fisya has not been able to open the heart until now. This time he did not want to rush with such a deep feeling.
Fisya just want the feeling that exists now just just to be comfortable in a reasonable limit is no more.
***
Tonight there are only Fisya and Fatimah who are still loyal at the cost. While Zahra and the others had gone home.
Fisya did deliberately not go home because he wanted to spend his time off at the boarding house.
And that's not the only reason. Actually last night Fatimah asked Fisya to accompany her to go home.
And yes Fisya very not resisted because Fisya was also curious to want to go to Fatimah's house.
At around 18.00 wib came the sound of knocking on the door and the sound of greeting from Fatimah. Fisya immediately woke up from the fall and immediately opened the door.
When the door was opened it was true there was Fatimah and a woman who looked foreign to Fisya.
“ Have you taken a shower deck? ” asked Fatimah as she entered the house.
“ Udah dong kak ” replied Fisya with his spirit
“ Tonight we eat what deck? ”
“ Oh yes kak we eat what yes, our stock will be exhausted behind ” Fisya just remember if their supplies this afternoon have all been exhausted.
“ Yaudah we cook noodles aja deh Sya. Coincidentally brother there bought earlier ” Fatimah also has solved their problem mala mini.
After doing the Maghrib Fisya prayer, Fatimah and her friend went to the kitchen to cook instant noodles.
When they finished, they brought him straight ahead. And eat together by watching TV.
***
Fisya has appeared neatly with a black skirt on the bubui with a black and white striped balazer and khimar dongker. And a slight addition to its appearance is its flagship red sniker shoe.
And do not forget as a complement to my favorite shoes. After all neat they went to the front of the mosque to look for rickshaws.
About 20 minutes of riding their rickshaws arrived in front of Fatimah's house. That place hasn't changed at all.
There were still zhikr incisions everywhere sounding all the way to the hallway of Fatimah's house. It feels so good that this heart is here.
Not only thick with religion, the place is also still thick with the custom of serving it. Looks of the grammar used is still malay with the suffix “0”.
Not only that the clothes used are also very polite and the people are also still very friendly.
“ Siapo ni Mah ” asks a mother to Fatimah in a pretty serious tone while pointing towards Fisya.
Assalamua’alaikum how is my novel? It must not be as interesting as other novels that you often read.
Yes understandably I am still an amateur writer who is not too good at choosing and sorting out good words. So I hope you guys can understand and give me advice yes good reader friends. 😍😍😍
