Starbucks, AEON Wangsa Maju; 3pm
“Apasal hang tak kawin-kawin lagi? Dah berzaman hang divorced.”
“I belum jumpa my Muhammad.”
“Huh??”
“My khalifah. My imam.”
“Mana hang nak cari Muhammad pada zaman ni? Zaman nabi dah lama tamat. More than 1,400 years ago lah friend. Yang nama Muhammad ramailah.”
“I tau. Tu yang I dok berdoa siang malam jika ada jodoh minta Allah temukan orang yang spiritnya Muhammad. Sat tu juga I masuk meminang dia!”
“Yelah hang tu!”
“Awat pula? You tak percaya? Sungguh! Memang I pinang dia.”
“Tak malu?”
“Apa hal nak malu? Ikut Siti Khadijah……haha…..Anyway……why let a good man go without at least trying to get him?”, aku mengangkat kening.
“Hang ni sungguh ka?”
“Laaa…….sungguhlah ni. He’ll be my shortcut to heaven!”
“Huh?”
“Yelah. Exemplary man in every way. I kena taat aje. Shortcut to heaven.”
“Habis kalau dia suruh hang pakai hijab?”
“Pakailah”
“Dia suruh hang berhenti merokok?”
“Berhentilah”
“Hang kena minta permission for anything and everything.”
“Mintalah”
“Tak boleh jumpa kawan-kawan, relatives yang tak muhrim without him?”
“Ikut aje. No hal.”
“Baca Quran, qiamullail?”
“Okay aje. Get used to them. Isn’t that the whole idea? A whole new way of life.”
“Hang nak jadi ahli sufi ka?”
“Teringin juga. I’ve always admired their simplicity of thoughts, actions and lifestyle. Terutama sekali their conviction. Their unwavering focus. Amazing!”
“You’ll no longer be Ijan”
“Haha…..I’ll still be Ijan. Only enhanced.”
“Ijan the hippie bohemian to Ijan the sufi…..hmmmm…..”
“Amin. You doakan eh”
“Sungguh-sungguh sangat-sangat tak percaya!”
“Percayalah……haha…..So, you ada tak calon Muhammad untuk I?”
“Kena pikiaq. Tanya maklah kot.”
“Haha….do that. Do me that favour.”
“Hang betui ni?”
“Ya Allah! Betullah! Yakin ni…..”
Dia merenung aku yang ghalit (khusyuk) meneguk latte sambil mencapai kotak rokok…….
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