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20. The Mosque

"Thank you to Mr. Adam who has been a donor and organizer of this event until it was done well" said Ismail. "Sir Adam was a friend, a friend, a good friend."

Ishmael then stopped his tahusi. Continued with the recitation of the holy verse of the Quran recited by Aiza Hulya. Yes, Aiza's name is called through a microphone.

Uh that name? Akhmar turned his head and looked ahead, where a girl in a long white hijab stepped closer to a table and a chair that had been provided. There, the girl sat down, facing a Quran, and her fingers opened the Quran. None other than that girl who was once helped by Akhmar. Yes, Aiza.

What a beautiful young girl who focuses on looking at the scriptures. A true look was fixed on the beauty of the girl, many who admired the Supreme Work of the beauty of God's creation is almost perfect.

"Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim..."

The melodious voice read the basmalah after saying the greeting and taawuz that had been echoed.

His voice was very sweet, making goosebumps and heart stirred.

"al-sundu lillahillaisla anzala ‘alah ‘abdihil-kitaba wa lam yaj’alahok ‘iwaja..."

What a loud voice. The floor is beautiful, soothing to the breast. 

Some of the mothers who were sitting in the women's row were crying and rubbing their eyes.

Kriuk... Akhmar chewed the potato again.

"Le, don't you listen to that beautiful mom teach ya?" A middle-aged man rebuked Akhmar with a smile.

Achmar turned. Unwilling to respond. He got up and left his seat, passing the other fathers sitting around him.

He threw the remaining potato in his package into the trash. Then sit on a chair not far from the terrace of the mosque. 

Some of the girls sitting on the terrace smilingly looked at Akhmar. Blushed. While tidying up the hijab that is on the head.

They whispered, talking about the good looks of Akhmar whose sitting position could be seen clearly through their eyes. 

"Sir, is there a drink? Thirsty!" akhmar said to the figure of the father who passed by him.

Goddamnit! Eating potato makes you thirsty! Akhmar scratched his non-itchy caruk.

"Mas! It's got a drink!" A girl approached Akhmar, handing him a glass of water.

Akhmar stared at the glass, then raised his face and looked at the girl who stuck out the drink. No other girl who had been watching him and looked wrong.

"Thanks." -." Akhmar grabbed the glass.

"I'm Meta." The girl introduced herself.

"Oh." Akhmar plugged a pipette into his drink. Then suck it up. This is what happens when thirst. As soon as I sip, it runs out.

"What's your name?" meta asked, the thin-browed girl sat on the side seat of Akhmar with a distance. He was sitting at the end of the chair.

"Akhmar Mumtadz."

Meta smiled hearing that name.

Clungs.

A message came in, making Akhmar directly read the chat sourced from Aldan, his brother.

'Stay in the mosque! He drove papa out of town. There's papa's work that can't be pended.'

Geez, so they drove me here and they left? If you know, I'm not here.

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