Love Johanna
Part 1
...LOVE JOHANNA...
...By: David Khanz...
...Section 1...
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Sayup-sayup heard the echoes of tarhim airing from a distance. The cold plaza filled the void amid the rushing cold sea in the darkness of the January sky. Slowly wrapped in the dream nature was released, replaced with a wave of real-world fingers tickling the walls of the halls of the mind.
“Hhmmm ...”
For a moment, Hanna blinked about to expel the biased look from her sleeping lena, getting ready to get up and hurry to leave behind a thin blanket that covered her entire body.
“Alhamdulillah ..” mumbled the young woman so sitting on a stretch of small mattress, extending on the floor of the room ceramic, “Alhamdulillahilladzii ahyaana ba’dama amaatanaa wailaihinnusuur.” He rubbed both palms to the face, after completing as a prayer earlier. Then before actually leaving the bed earlier, do not forget to fix it first until it looks neat again.
‘Nearly four o'clock in the morning,’ imprinted the figure of that one, as soon as his gaze hit on the work on the small table. Not how far it is placed from the position of the mattress. ‘Alhamdulillah, I woke up earlier than I had planned last night,’ he added again while commenting on a smile of gratitude. ‘Thank you, God. Alhamdulillah ..’
The first thing to do once you start moving out of the room is to rush to the bathroom. Located outside the room that he had been occupied or exactly a few steps in front of the row of doors of the rented residents there. Hanna woke up earlier than the others, so there was no need to wait in line when they both wanted to use water, take a shower, and/or wash. In addition, he always intended to perform prayer at the end of the night fork.
The atmosphere outside still looks quiet, quiet, does not seem a figure there. Perhaps still soundly asleep, enjoying the natural drama of each other's dreams. So as to make the woman shudder for a moment, so staring dimly at the condition of the place she will soon be headed. How not, there is only one hanging incandescent light as the lighting of the front area for three small bathroom doors. While as the lighting of the inside, only rely on the rest of the reflection installed exactly between the three. That's only 10 watts. Almost can not help illuminate the room right-left or even spelled out very less.
“Already,” replied the owner of the rented house was so followed by several tenants there in the previous time, “so is enough, really. The important thing is ‘kan, not until dark-dark very.”
“Tape, Sir, ....” One of the room residents was about to protest.
“Alaaahhh, don't need a lot of komplen,” the owner of the rented house quickly. His return continues with a sour face, “Udah mending you guys I accept contract here. Cheap again. Just try to find in laen place, belom of course there is cheaper from here, ‘kan?”
Cheap ones? Yeah, of course you are. Precisely because the rental price is very affordable, Hanna willingly settled in the place. Stay away from the beloved family residence first and often spoil it with a variety of adequate facilities. That was. Not so long ago. Just a few months back or almost even a year running. Now, everything has to change completely. Live independently and start from zero back. How could? What the hell's going on? The drama of the life of the young female figure begins when she decides to ....
“Sister Hanna!”
“Gosh ... uh, astaghfirullah!” hanna was shocked when she heard someone calling her from behind. Quickly he turned his back. Staring at a boy who was standing there not far away. “Ilham?”
“He-he.” The figure chuckled softly. “Sorry Inspiration, Brother. Tadi ... Inspiration only wants mastiin, if that is in front of Ilham ... Brother Hanna. It turns out real, ‘kan?”
Hanna reviewed a slight smile, even though her heartbeat still felt tight. “I-iya, Dek, it's okay. I-This is Brother, kok.”
“Ah, thank God,” muttered the boy named Ilham was now starting to feel relieved. “So not going to aer?”
“I-iya,” answered Hanna short while clutching her chest.
Hanna frowned. A good offer. Especially in the midst of such a shock. But the woman did not immediately breed. He immediately thought that the figure in front of him was not a boy. His age is past puberty.
“T-no,” reply Hanna finally, “don't need, Deck. Thanks, yeah. Brother is okay, kok.”
“Totally? Seriously, you're not afraid?” ask Ilham back. His tone was sincerely offering help, but the careless Hanna felt was just like a multi-meaning joke.
“I-iya, Deck. Big brother, kok,” replied the woman was worried. “Eh, don't you want to go to the mosque?” Suddenly Hanna remembered that Ilham was used to getting up early, just like her, to go to the nearest musala. “Gih, Dek. If it's late, who's doing it there?”
Inspiration smiles.
“This is also ready, Kak.”
“Ya, already. First there.”
“But Brother Hanna is okay ‘kan, left alone?”
Almost Hanna's laughter exploded, but became aware of the surrounding situation. “Tadi ‘kan, has Brother said,” he said mesem-mesem, “Kak is okay. Insa Alloh.”
“Insyaa Allah, Brother. Package ‘syin’ gede (sy). Shaa. Not ‘saa’. Insyaa Allah ...” said Ilham correcting Hanna's last speech earlier.
“O, yes. Brother forgot,” said Hanna hastily read the pronunciation. “Insyaa Allah. Sshhh .. sshhh ... Inshaa Allah. Well, it's really ‘kan, Dek Ustadz?”
The one asked replied with a smile.
“Ya, already. If ‘gitu, Ilham left first yes, Kak,” finally teenage boys who are still sitting in the third class SLTP fare goodbye.
“OK. Be careful yes, Dek.”
“Still, Brother.”
Hanna nodded slowly. Not immediately rushed to the bathroom as intended, but pay attention to the figure of Inspiration who began to walk away. Before disappearing behind the fence, the teenager looked back for a moment. I don't know, maybe just wanted to make sure of Hanna's condition.
“Yes, Lord!” hiss the woman for a moment. Suddenly I remembered the time that had passed since. ‘Hopefully there is still time left to pray malem. Duh, over time chatting even so forget the initial intention, nih. Astarghfirullah!’
Hurry he entered the bathroom in the middle, where the lighting there is much more than on the right-left side. Then not long after, quickly take the water after washing the entire body.
Still accompanied by a cold bite, Hanna quickly returned to the room and immediately performed four rakaat night prayer. So gracefully wrapped in white mucena with lace-patterned flowers along the end of the fabric. His oral motion was eloquent in whispering, reciting verse by temple a prayerful meaning to the Khalik. Much different from the first time he performed the religious ritual first. How difficult it is to memorize in its entirety, especially must be accompanied by certain movements. Forced, often Hanna also had to learn prayer while paying attention to sheet by sheet of the Complete Prayer Guide book. The reading he recited also only relied on transliteration in the form of writing.
...SERIATE...
