The Story of the Sky
Two best friends

That afternoon, the time of Maghrib. As usual, a young man was already on standby in front of the terrace of the mosque. While enjoying a cigarette filter, his eyes looked towards the village highway in front of him. Usually on an afternoon like this, many people pass by driving. Some come home from work, shop at a stall, or just go back and forth for an afternoon walk.

From the direction of the mosque gate, a young man came smiling, approaching the young man who was busy looking at the people who were passing by on the street.

'' Assalamu'alaikum, mas Fadil.'' said to the young man.

'' Wa'alaikumsalaam warahmatullah.''

'' How? ask the skinny young man who just came.

'' Huh! how's what?'' fadil Sahut.

'' You are yes!, a great habit. Come straight to ask the unclear. Therefore.., tuh sarong, if you want to go to the mosque ya dipake!, do not just be clad in the neck. I'm like a pedicab boy, hhh Lil Lil.'' he continued.

'' Ish, fuck this Fadil mas. It's good to say I'm a rickshawman. I'm the parking guy, you know, hhh.'' Said Ulil the skinny young man disputing the joke Fadil.

''Hhhh suitable, suitable. Look at your pants!, at the ripped and the holes like that, hhh. Uh, you brought a whistle?'' asked Fadil with a serious face.

'' Whistles? make what?'' ask Ulil wonder.

'' Tuuh!, on the way many motorbikes pass, try to parkin. Ask to enter in the courtyard of the mosque, keep you asking for parking money. It's good to buy cigarettes. Your look! like a thug. Shirt tight, short, still pack rolled anyway. Plus, those pants!, hhh.''

''Hemm, it's a good idea Fadil, I'm a slang child.'' Ulil said while in style showing the muscles of his arms.

'' Hhh, gaul? gaul from Hong Kong!. Lookout! your arm muscles, really big hhh, big quail telor, hhh.''

'' Ah, fucking Fadil nih, so much harassment. Muscles as big as gini spelled quail eggs.'' said Ulil while putting up a frown.

Looking at Ulil's face like that, Fadil chuckled even more while holding his stomach, then he said:

'' Udah ah joking, my stomach ache if laughing continues.''

They finally began to stop their jokes which had become a habit of both of them while being together.

Just at that time appeared 3 teenage girls who came to teach and pray congregation in the mosque. As the three girls were about to pass through Fadil and Ulil, to go to the ablution place next to the mosque, Ulil asked Fadil again.

'' Mas Fadil, so how?''

'' You're right!, you're starting again, how's everything?'' ask Fadil.

'' That's it, um ehm.'' Ulil while hinting his eyes towards the three girls.

'' Ooh, I'm already males ah same that one. The man was arrogant, called silent. In godain cuek, the lights of the village flower kali well? so that's.'' Said Fadil which of course was heard by the three girls.

One of the 3 girls was named Tiara. She is a teenage girl in the village. Has a beautiful and cute face, with ideal posture, and white skin color although not as white as her brother Yunita, who has a rather thin body. However, of course the elegance of the Tiara, making the young drunk kepayang and vying to approach the Tiara. No exception Fadil and Ulil. However, they both support each other, to be able to get the heart of Tiara the village flower.

In fact, it had been a while since Fadil had tried to take the attention away from Tiara. But, no matter what the cause, Tiara had always shied away from Fadil. Fadil actually has a pretty handsome face, with an athletic body posture. It's just, the skin color is a little dark (black sweet).

Fadil is also the dream of the girls in his village. However, he paid them no heed, for his heart was already attached to Tiara.

'' So, have you given up?'' ask Ulil.

'' Seriously? sure?'' Ulil Strictly.

'' Yes, I want to find someone else!. Oh yes, by the way, that was your meeting the other day we met in front of the shop, whose name is it?'' ask Fadil.

'' Emm, which one is it? when?'' Ulil asked back.

'' That's that! who last week wore the brown veil.'' cried Fadil.

''Oh that. The face is a bit round, the skin is yellow, like there are sweet-sweet that right?'' Ulil Seru.

'' Ho oh, that one. Please say hello to him!'' fadil deliberately said to heat up Tiara's heart, which was not far from them.

'' That was his nickname Marta mas Fadil.'' Ulil replied.

''Ooh, Marta huh?'' Fadil while mangosteen.

''Yes, he is called Marta. But the long name is.. MARTABAK, hee.'' replied Ulil while grinning.

Fadil after finding out that he was snorted by Ulil, his face became sullen.

'' Aseem you are Lil huh!, another person is serious as well, even you are joking.''

In his heart Fadil was irritated, and he wanted to laugh at Ulil's treatment of him, so that Fadil's face reddened. Even then, he tried to pinch Ulil's waist. But Ulil had jumped forward away from Fadil, so his efforts to punish Ulil so unsuccessful.

Feeling a landslide win over his joke, Ulil chuckles while holding his stomach. After being satisfied to laugh at Fadil, Ulil then put on a serious face again and said :

'' His name is Vega mas Fadil, he's my classmate, and he's an idol in the class.''

'' Seriously though?'' Fadil.

'' Yes! I am serious now, replied Ulil.

'' Yes, please say my regards to Vega, I know you.'' cried Fadil.

'' God willing, be prepared.'' replied Ulil.

After that, the two of them then headed towards the male ablution ground. After ablution, they entered the mosque. Fadil then proclaimed the Adhan, after seeing that it was time to perform the maghrib prayer.

While waiting for the arrival of other worshipers, Fadil also chanted verses of praise sholawatan. His voice that sounded quite melodious, both when he mumbles adhan or sholawat, able to make the hearts of the girls in his village fascinated. In fact, the parents who have the girl hope, can make Fadil as his son-in-law.

Fadil who does have a lot of talent, and is always active in every activity, both in youth activities, especially with religious activities, by the community in his village, he is often appointed to be this and that. So, despite his young age, but in the community where he lives, he has his own charisma.

With the ability and expertise it has, which makes Fadil, has its own value in the hearts of girls and their parents.

But Fadil was never proud of what he had. He remained humble and always assumed that everything in him was like a drop of water in the ocean. He also never stopped to seek knowledge . He is always learning from the people in his place.

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