World Angel
Chapter 1
A drizzle began to wet the green veil of the honey-eyed woman who rushed towards the campus parking lot. Some people greeted him at a glance and answered a nod and a faint smile. He was in a hurry, the day was approaching Maghrib.
Realizing that his body is vulnerable to the downpouring of God's grace, he has no intention of lingering on campus just to serve a man who is not his mahrom.
Once again, there was a young man who declared his love to her. This has been the number of times he heard the phrase 'Be my girlfriend' from a man he does not know.
What exactly is wrong with him? Why do the young men in the campus not stop saying words that invite the wrath of God? Do they not realize if the invitation 'dating' is not like asking him to go to the pit of sin?
Stare at each other in awe, seduce with thousands of misleading words and even touch the opposite sex. Do they not realize that all these acts contain sin?
Actions that will plunge them into the valleys of Maksiat. The sin is even greater than being pricked by a needle in a crown.
Not waiting for a long time his shady eyes found a green motorbike flanked by dozens of other motorcycles various brands. He sighed, not his skill in taking the motor out of a narrow parking lot like this.
"I certainly can, bismillah," he whispered to himself.
Slowly he tried to ride his bike and move backwards to the back, making sure the rear fender did not hit another motor. The narrow space makes it difficult, even the motor can not stand upright because it will nudge the motor steering on the side.
Just a little routine like this alone can make his heart beat irregularly. The adrenaline rush due to fear, anxiety and being chased for time makes him nervous. The unwanted things finally happened.
He did not hit another motorbike, but accidentally hit the soft leg of a young man who was about to pull out his motorbike as well.
"Astaghfirullah, sorry aki," he said spontaneously.
"Nothing," the young man replied calmly. He cleaned the dirty material pants exposed to the dust of the honey-eyed woman's motorcycle tire.
Smiling awkwardly, he again tried to pull out his motorbike very slowly. I don't want the same thing to happen again.
"M...do you need any help?" bargained the young man after seeing the woman in front of him not moving away.
"No need," the woman refused.
"No need to hesitate, it will be faster if I help ukhty," said the young man again kindly.
The woman breathed slowly. "No, thank you. I can, inshaallah."
The young man stared with raised eyebrows, doubting the remark of the woman in front of him. Even so he did not say anything, did not want to offend foreign women who were struggling...removing the motor from the parking lot?
After a few moments of patient waiting, his wait was finally over. The motor has been on a straight path and the woman can already move now.
"Alhamdulillah," said the woman was loud enough to be able to hear the young man.
After putting on the helmet and confirming her loose-fitting robe, the woman slid slowly leaving the parking area. He was not even aware of the existence of the young man who was faithfully waiting for him to come out.
"Yes! Why are you still here? Mr. Irsam is about to go, hunt print outnya!" shouted the skinny young man to his friend who was still dumbstruck in the parking lot looking at the departure of the stubborn woman.
"Yes, yeah. I go, hold down the lecturer first," exclaimed the young man quickly and in an instant he glided towards the nearest photocopy.
Although he was in a hurry, still he looked at the long green hooded woman who was interesting to see. A small smile was engraved on his thick lips.
"Astaghfirullah, forgive the servant of Yaa Rabbi, the negligent servant of a woman," he suddenly recalled the message of his father.
The first view is forgiven, and the second, third and so on are sins. For a moment he forgot his father's advice because he was so interested in the long hooded woman.
Along the way to the place of photocopying, all he did was to beg forgiveness for the conduct of his heart and mind.
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He had just arrived at the blue-tinted boarding houses that were used as temporary residences for almost a year. Because of the slowness of the motor out of the parking lot, the hood was wet by the drizzle that was getting heavier.
Plus with traffic jams at junction three Jl. Quarantine to Yos Sudarso. Especially with the weather like now, people look aggressive to avoid rain. Similarly, the woman who inevitably ended up stuck in traffic there.
There was the sound of hurried footsteps from inside the boarding house, and not long for the door to open slowly. Featuring a short blonde woman. His face looked haggard, like he had just woken up.
“Sorry, I overslept,” exclaimed the woman with a flat face. He immediately unlocked the gate.
“Still, Ay. Sorry to trouble you,” reply honey-eyed lady.
“Not a problem, you already ordered it but I fell asleep instead. Sorry yes, Jin.”
The woman called ‘Jin’ was clucking softly, not liking the call of her housemates.
“Not Jin, but Jinan. Jinan is not a subtle creature,” protest that only responded to sleepy bribes by Ayu.
It has become a habit of Ayu—tomboy-looking women who call Jinan with the unusual name. Many times Jinan protested against it which turned out to be futile. Ayu is too careless for small things like calls that she thinks are meaningless. No matter how he called out to her, the most important thing was that he felt he had no bad intentions. That's motto.
Have you ever had a friend who looked negative on the outside but whose heart was unusually positive? At least you must have met people like this, which allows for real if we cannot judge the contents of the cover alone.
Jinan sighed, it was useless to protest if it only entered the right ear and came out from the same side. Mentally, leave no trace. Instead of arguing with Ayu, he should immediately take a shower because if not, it is certain that he will have a fever the next day.
Jinan deftly boiled water in a large pot to use as a mixture of tub water that felt cold like mountain water. If you shower with cold water now, he can shiver. It felt as if the body was pierced by thousands of ice needles that froze the flow of blood.
“Basic big baby! Shower should cook water first,” pout Evi, room occupants kos number 1.
“Jinan just do not want to get sick and even bother you,” replied Jinan slowly. He did not dare to look at Evi who was staring cynically at him.
“Muna lo!” maki Evi and passed away leaving Jinan.
Since Jinan's move to Kos Angel in the Jl area. Bamboo, residents named Evi is often looked dislike towards him. Even the longer his attitude became increasingly unfriendly. Evi did not hesitate to say rudely to Jinan.
Jinan had tried to get her to talk nicely and apologize for her mistake, but it seemed that Evi had no intention of mending their relationship.
All this started when Lingling— good friend Evi— who previously occupied room number 4 in Kos Angel was forced to move by Kek Reynal as the owner of the cost because of the arrival of Jinan. Not without reason Kek Reynal expelled Lingling. It has been almost four months that the mixed-blooded woman has not paid the cost and only promised.
When Reynal's cake comes to collect the boarding money, Lingling will hide and Evi helps her friend hide so as not to be caught. No one dared to report the incident to the owner of the boarding house because Evi has bad habits, he is also a rich man's son who likes to silence others with his money.
But as clever as a jumping squirrel, he will certainly fall too when caught off guard. Begipula with Lingling and Evi who are not aware of the arrival of Reynal cake along with Jinan as a new candidate Kos Angel. It turns out that secretly kek Reynal is looking for a replacement for Lingling who always disappears when billed cost money.
Jinan's arrival to Kos Angel was a bad day. The honey-eyed woman did not know the cost situation and suddenly Reynal's cake drove the young woman in a crossbreed to be replaced with him.
He who was confused, a little bit finally understood the situation at that time and chose to give up looking for a new cost. But kek Reynal does not allow it, the gaul grandfather would prefer to expel his old residents rather than having to lose cost money for the next 6 months. Yes, Jinan has indeed given the cost contract money for the next half year. Marketing done kek Reynal is very interesting and Jinan just believe with the appeal of the grandfather to occupy his cost.
Kos Angel is a large house with five bedrooms and two outdoor bathrooms. The occupant of room number 1 is named Evi, room number 2 filled with women named Sunee of Thai nationality who became a student exchange participant at one of the private universities in Medan. The occupants of room number 3 are named Maria, then there is Jinan who occupies room number 4, and Ayu, a tomboy who occupies room number 5. The house is elongated with rooms lined up to the back.
Blup.blup...
The sound of boiling water scattered Jinan's daydreams about the bad past he had experienced when he first came to this cost. He immediately turned off the stove and lifted the large pot of boiling water carefully into the bathroom.
Byuuur...!
Boiling water was poured into a large tub that was already filled with half cold water. The smoke billowing onto Jinan's face made him feel the warmth on the face that was cooling down. Rushing he cleansed himself because the Maghrib Adhan was already reverberating.
Seriate...
