What If She Were An Arab Lady

The sun rose higher. I saw many people passed me by, but she was none of them. I was afraid any residents had a suspicious feeling about me. I rode to that alley with a slow speed, get inside the Arabic residence. All were Arabs. I felt like being in another country. Strange. I covered my face with my dark helmet visor, so I could look at residents' faces without feeling suspicious. It was very populated, but I didn't see her, the most beautiful woman in the world of all time. Where are you? You look so beautiful like an angel.

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I felt uncertain, what if she were a married woman? What if she were engaged? I rode to Wifi center on DI Panjaitan street, not to search for something important, just to enjoy the city environment, hoping she was coming over. She was very beautiful like best looking Asian actresses. There were just three boys there. They might be vocational high school students. One of them was in the same block as me, and the other two were at the block in front of us. They both must be a loving couple. I felt like waiting for the most beautiful woman in the world ranking. She was really the most beautiful person in the world ever.

"Ting ting ting ting...!!" the sound of a bowl beaten by a fork.

A meatball vendor was coming over and stop in front of me. If she were beside me, how romantic it would be.

"One portion, Sir," I told him.

I looked at the boy near me. He was typing like writing a paper. "Brother..," he turned at me. "One portion for you." He didn't reply immediately. "One more, Sir," I told the vendor. I moved sitting beside him. "Where do you study?"

"Vocational High School 1 of Bondowoso."

"What grade?"

"Second."

The meatball vendor served two portions of meatball. We enjoy it while having a small conversation. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing. Just writing a story."

I looked at his laptop screen. Wow..!! It surprised me. "You speak Russian?!" He wrote used Cyrillic.

"Yeah. I speak and write Russian."

"Where are you from?" he didn't look like a European boy. He was like a Javanese or Madurese tribe like other people in Bondowoso.

"Randu Cangkring."

"So, you're Madurese?"

"Yes."

It was incredible. Bondowoso was a small town. People said it was a retired town. The economic growth was very low. Many of young generations studied in another town like Jember, Malang, or Surabaya. Then how great that boy was living in such a town but could speak and write a foreign language.

"How do you learn Russian?"

"My sister taught me when I was in junior high school, three years ago."

"Cool! Your sister study in Russia? or does she work there?"

"She got a scholarship."

"Is she still there?"

She smiled, then silenced. "She died..."

"Oh My God. I am.. so sorry."

"She became a victim of Ukraine conflict when she visited her classmate's home in that country." He sighed. "Before that incident, she told me that learning Russian was important, especially for learning technology. So that why I learned it and keep in touch with this language. I keep in touch with people from that region on VK.com, a social media used by Russian and Ukrainian, included my sisters' friends who know me well."

"You're so great, Young Boy."

"Thank you."

"May I know your Facebook?"

"He showed me and let me add him as a friend."

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Losing The World's 1st Most Beautiful Woman

I felt like finding a pearl inside the pile of sand. But Bondowoso was a small town, it should be easy to find her. I felt unlucky. I found no place to hang on near the Arabic Residence. I didn't know the way to hang on there for long hours, to wait for her. If there were any coffee shops there, but unfortunately nothing.

It was afternoon, the day would end, but I wouldn't go home. I might meet her in the evening. She was very beautiful. She might be number one in the world's 1st most beautiful woman. I went to the town square and sat on a seat at the town square side, near the Gerbong Maut monument. Many people went to the mosque. I hesitated to follow them. I just wanted to meet her.

"Hello, Boy...!!"

Someone called me. I turned around. "Hey, Zuhdi."

"What are you doing here? Come on pray."

I followed him to the mosque. "I met someone yesterday at Arabic Residence," I told him.

"Wah, Arabic Angel?"

"Hehe... maybe."

"The sharp nose. But it's not easy to marry an Arab woman."

"Why?" I was startled.

"Arab women were not allowed to marry non Arab men."

"How can?"

"They keep their original offspring."

"What?! I am Muslim."

"Yeah, I know that. They are Muslim too."

"What kind of tradition?!"

"It's no tradition. You know, most Arab people here are Sharif and Sharifah, they are ahlul bayt. It's haram for non-ahlul bayt to marry Sharifah."

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