“Let me see it.”
“Ngga ah, you’ll just make fun of it.” she said pulling her turtle neck all the way up to her cheeks.
“I have to hand it to you. You’re a brave one. Kalau aja Muslim boleh tatoan.”
“I thought of that once. If Muslims were allowed to tattoo, there’ll be some extremist who’ll tattoo the whole Al Quran on his body.”
“I guess there’s your answer right there, why its haram.”
We both went silent. Deep in our own thoughts of our mutual conclusion. She sipped her scotch.
“What kind of tattoo would you have if you could.” she asked rolling around the ball of ice in her glass.
“I don’t know. Maybe something religious.”
“No way! Not you!” she laughed.
“Suer.” I replied with a cheesy grin on my face.
“Serius?” still catching her breath.
“I’ll let you know if you let me see yours.”
“That’s not the same thing!”
“It’s OK if you don’t want to.”
“Ok! Ok! You can look but just for 5 seconds.”
She pulled down her turtle neck. Revealing the soft kitten fur-like hair on her nape. There it was, her new tattoo.
“Tuwagapatma. Cukup.” she abruptly pulled up her turtle neck.
“Excellent choice.” I praised her.
“Thanks.” she seemed flushed. Or did she just blush?
She took a sip of the melted ice & the rest of her scotch and smiled into her glass.
“Now, tell me.”
“It will be on the bed of my right palm. And it will read in Arabic: ‘Innallaaha Ma’asshobiriin’ in the smallest readable font with the thinnest tattoo needle.”
“What does is it mean?”
“Find out for yourself.”