THEN, the emcee read out the next schedule. It was the turn of a Muslim scholar who would give a speech. I was surprised when the name of Imam Shahryr was called. I did not see him earlier.Imam Shahryr wore the same clothes he wore when he was present at In-Depth with Aaliyah yesterday. Thawb and guthrah. As he walked towards the pulpit on the stage, the shouts of Allahu Akbar repeatedly resounded.Standing at the pulpit, Imam Shahryr replied to the shout with Allahu Akbar as well. The atmosphere at Abdul Rasheed's house became more crowded. Hundreds of people with turbans suddenly pushed forward before the Imam. It seemed they really intended to listen to his speech.I was sure they are Indonesian Muslim Defender mass.After greeting, Imam Shahryr began his speech by praising the appearance of Aisha, who had just recited Surah At-Tin. I just found out that what Aisha read was apparently Surah At-Tin. But wait a minute. Wasn't Tin is the Arabic for fig t

WHEN Julia opened the package, I could suddenly see that her eyes were sparkling. She tried to cover up her joy by turning her body around. Julia then spread the gown she dreamed of towards the vent. Apparently, she was trying to light up the dress. It was raining. What was she doing?However, Julia looked so happy till she was rolling on the floor. Sorry, I was just exaggerating it."Surprise!" I said with my sign language.Amid Julia admiring the gown she wanted, I shifted to sit on the battered sofa in the living room. She then lowered her dress, turned around again, then looked at me sharply."How much?" she asked by her sign language."200 thousand rupiahs," I answered honestly by my finger alphabets, continuing to dry my body. "And you have to return my money?"I said that on purpose so that Julia felt attached to me for being in debt. I laughed slyly to myself."Impossible?! In online this gown is 500 thousand rupiahs. Where di

"Reverence," said Big K.Alright!Mr. P and Matt giggled.They did not know what I just experienced last night at Aisha’s house and this day with Julia. Especially the last name I mentioned--after all disputes--now I even had a cute chat with her older brother.If Julia complained to Big K about what happened in her house earlier, he would cast and throw me in the sea. And my body would never be found.But it seemed Julia did not say anything to Big K.I interrupted in the middle of the song, asking Big K and Cole why they did not work? They replied that they had been overtime the day before. Now they only worked half a day."Where is Santos?" I asked."Dating your lecturer," said Big K."Who?" I was curious."Why should I know? I'm not his mother," he replied.We continued to party while joking. Amid our jokes, the corner of my eye caught something familiar. A black Toyota Avanza was parked across fr

I still could not believe Julia found me tattered on the middle east restaurant patio. But now, she even led me to her chamber. Julia then dragged me into her private room. She was no longer sob, but her heart filled with flowers.In Julia's room, I could see the glowing lights dimly. But, I could still look at Julia, who looks beautiful wearing only a red polka-dotted negligee. I remembered her challenge this afternoon."Repeat if you dare," that was how she provokes me.I ventured closer to her slowly. Julia suddenly blushed. I put my hands around her waist. Julia greeted my action by placing her palms on my chest. Up close, I could see her lips started to open. I dare myself to push my lips against Julia's.I enjoyed the tongue's sensation.Then I shifted the two straps of the negligee on Julia's shoulders downward. She was complied, lowering her hand. At that moment, I could feel the smooth skin of her arms. I continue to sag it until the negli

"LANG!" shouted a woman calling me from outside the room. "Greyson Langley!" she shouted again. “Wake up, Son! Aren't you picking up Amelia? ""Yes, Ma’am!" I replied half-consciously from my room.But, how come my mother knew I have to pick up Amelia later in the night? I did not tell her. Maybe, my father was the one who told her. Then, I saw a black wall clock. There was the white letter A and letter W logo, which are stacked against each other. Its short forefinger pointed to the number 5, while its long index finger pointed to the number 1. It was five o'clock in the afternoon.Apparently, I fell asleep after playing guitar earlier. Aspirin was indeed efficacious! No wonder driving people were prohibited from consuming it.I then stretched my stiff muscles, then looked at my cellphone. There were several message chats via WhatsApp. In a lying position, I read whoever sent me messages. The newest one was Amelia Limantoro, who remind me to