Assalamualaikum dan \bismillahirrahmanirrahim/

Hahaha , tibe2 trase nk wt sketsa pasal hijab ni . Its about conversation between two girl with different religion . Yaya , medic student of Uni. Of Leiden at Holland . Helen , young momma at House’s of Children . Yaya kena buat interviu utk Community Course .

“A cute baby boy.” Yaya mengukir senyum mengakhiri interviunya .

“Like his papa.” Ibu muda itu mengukir senyum bahagia sambil meriba bayi kecil di atas ribanya .

“Like his mama too.”

Helel ketawa. “You cheeky little thing.” Dia membetulkan stoking di kaki Baby Danial . “How long have you been here ?”

Yaya menarik senyum nipis segaris. “Hmm .. almost five months ? Or is it just six ? I’m losing the track of time already.” Dia ketawa.

“You like it here?”

Angguk. “Very much. A lot.”

Helen senyum lagi. Wajah Yaya dipandangnya lagi. “What’s the one you’re wearing on your head?”

Yaya memandang wajah Helen. “Oh.. this?” Dia memegang hujung tudungnya. “It is called hijab.” Dia senym nipis.

“Why do you wear a hijab?” Helen ikhlas menuturkan pertanyaan itu.

Yaya memikir sejenak. “It’s my obligation because I’m a Muslim. In our religion it’s an order from God for the women to cover their bodies, including the hair.”

“Everytime , everyday?”

“Practically , yes.” Yaya mengangguk.  “But you can take it off at home , in front of your immediate family . It’s just a no-no of strangers . Men specifically.”

“Ah…interesting.” Helen mengangguk. “So  , other men outside of the family circle can’t see your hair ?”

“Basically , yes.”

“How about your husband ?”

Rahang bawah terasa nak jatuh. “Helen.. I’m not married yet.”Yaya ketawa. “I’m just twenty.” Selamba dia menyambung dengan ketawa bersisa.

“So , can your husband see your hair ?”

“Sureee do.”

“How about your boyfriend? Do you have a boyfriend ?”

Kening Yaya terangkat sebelah. Do I have a boyfriend ? Terasa soalan itu berdesing di telinga. Kenapa ? Kalau pakai tudung tak ada orang nak ke ? Kalau macam itu semua Muslimah yang pakai tudung jadi anak dara tua la. Tak de orang nak sebab tak Nampak rambut. Sabar Ya..kat Leiden ni non-muslims bukan faham sangat pasal Islam ni .

“Do you have one?”

“Of course I do.” Laju pulak bibir aku pergi cakap mcm ni . Ah goreng jela. Ala … kawan lelaki kira pass la tu. Bukan straight nak menipu . Darurat seyh

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“Can he see your hair ?”

“Not until we get married.”

“Is he okay with it?”

Ahh suda.. rasa lemas pulak ngan soalan Helen ni. Siapa yang patut interviu siapa untuk Community Course ni ?

“Well…yeah. He’s okay with it. He’s cool with it.” Yaya angkat bahu dengan senyum plastic sambil menghala pandangan ke arah lain.

“How could he understand?”

“Because he’s a Muslim like me and he understand the obligation.” Yaya memandang Helen dengan wajah yang dimaniskan. “He loves me no matter what even though he can’t see my hair.” Muka Yaya terasa panas sebab bagi jawapan goreng macam ni. Hentam jela.

“Ah… I see.” Helen mengangguk dengan senyuman manis di bibirnya.

“Oh.. my friend is here. Time’s up. Till we meet again , Baby Danial.” Yaya tunduk sambil mencuit pipi bayi di riba Helen itu.

“Okay. Take care.”

You too , jawab Yaya dalam hati .

Setibanya di rumah , Yaya terus menghempaskan tubuhnya di atas katil dengan Spongebob Squarepants dalam pelukannya ,  dia tak henti-henti memikirkan perbualannya dengan Helen. Tak pernah-pernah aku ngaku dekat orang yang aku ada pakwe . Kalau Irah tau ni , mau dia buat kenduri doa selamat sebab aku da buka kan pintu hati untuk lelaki. Oh…shiz nits la wey … Tak mau asyik memikirkan persoalan itu , dia menguatkan volume mp3 nya. In the End – Linkin Park berdentum di speaker nye .

#The end . Tu la yg aku nk story sbnar nye . Hopefully korang paam la ngn speaking aku yg tunggang-terbalik atas-bawah tu . K baii -,-