Beautiful, How is Minder?

be chopped?

During his walk towards his class, Sekar kept glancing at the loyal Falen embracing Aishyah's shoulders.

"Are you really not dating?" he finally asked, rather than being curious.

"Who?" ask Aish.

"Yes you, same Falen?" sekar.

"No, we're the prend. Isn't it Fal?" aish said, Falen just nodded with a smile.

"But indeed if you look around, people will think you have a relationship" said Sekar.

"Tau nih the Falen, I'm tired of ngek ngekarang he made me hoe if the way. Still not sold. Not nothing, I am afraid my growth period is disrupted if I have to always bear a heavy burden on my shoulders" said Aish acting sad.

"No way" said Falen briefly.

"So it's true you've broken up with sister Dewi?" ask Me again.

"According to you?" falen said, Sekar just sniffed his shoulders.

"Ish, you don't fuck Fal. If the crush just found out" said Aish made a blushing cheek Sekar, and he was down.

"It seems that it really broke Sekar, so if you want to try, the registration door has been opened" Aish said with a chuckle, knowing Sekar seemed to have a taste in Falen.

"Udah rumors? let's go to class" Falen said.

"Yeah, it's Sekar" said Aish letting Sekar walk towards his class.

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After isyak, usually Aish is in charge of delivering her round stitching clothes. After his father died, Aish's mother continued her father's business in the field of tailor.

And the results are good, can send Aish to graduate Junior High School, until now the school in Mahardika High School even though Aish business also with a scholarship.

Because of the distance that will be taken quite far, then Aish uses a bicycle to deliver, the bike that became the only means of transportation Aish and his mother everyday.

The bike goes to her sister's relics before leaving the house. Purple bike with white basket in front of him.

The body is quite achy at this time, this morning punished around the field, home school there is a silat exercise with a crank, now must deliver the results of the stitching of the bunda to the customer.

Sure Aish won't complain, let her mother get tired herself? There's no way Aish did it.

It's late enough now, at 10 p.m. The owner of the house was on his way when Aish arrived. So he had to wait quite a long time to get the money from the stitching of the bunda.

He pedaled his bike carefully, fortunately he was wearing a jacket until the cold night air did not penetrate his skin. But the night breeze felt like a snowflake hitting his cheeks and nose. It looks like the air is very cold.

To get to the highway, he had to pass through the street of a housing complex that was quite far away. Sometimes it feels creepy when passing a row of dark houses, like abandoned residents.

Suddenly he was confronted by three large thugs and longish, tattonya stick beautifully on the skin of his arm that seemed to be deliberately exposed to scare his victims.

"Astaghfirullah, what else is this? o Allah, I take refuge in you from all dangers" Aish's prayer lifted up his hands. The three thugs laughed out loud with Aish's behavior.

"Heh boy, don't pray, won't be obeyed. Love all our money, and you can go" said one of them, he was sorry to see Aish who was still a teenager.

"There's no money bang, really" said Aish.

"There's no bang, really" Aish said.

"Yaudah, you give me this rotten bike. Let us rungokin, who knows a hundred million huh?" they said while laughing out loud.

"Eh, don't dong bang. I will go home how dong, my house is far from here, where it is night, cold too. Don't you pity me?" aish said.

"If you're cold, mending us love warmth all of you Matt?" said one of them was pumping.

"Now also said lo, cold-cold gini can be free, still young and beautiful again. Come gas!" friend said.

Aish panicked, he turned his bike around and pedaled with all his might. I don't know where, what matters is far from them.

Damnit damnit! the back can be pulled by one of them, Aish oreng bike. He was about to fall, his reflexes telling him to jump as far as possible. Dan, successfully!

He ran round the direction, towards the direction of the highway that was less accessible. In between his runs, he muttered "Where are the people? doesn't anyone hear a commotion like this?" he kept running while.

Arriving on the highway, one of the thugs managed to pull Aish's hand. He fell down. With all his might he tried to take off the pull on his hand, succeeding. He got up, ran again. But another one blocked his path. Aish was exhausted, his breathing was dull, his sweat was pouring out on this cold night.

Die tried to fight with the provision of knowledge from the crank that has not been how much. However he had to endure, hoping that someone would help him, of course, with the permission of his god.

"Crazy, you can fend off my attacks huh? interesting though. Wrestle first, then we wrestle on the bed" the thug said mockingly.

Aish snorted, still with prayer he tried to fight back as he could. His body was already on the verge of being tired, his strength seemed to run out. He took a few steps back and took a lot of oxygen.

Suddenly someone came kicking one of them from behind. Aish hasn't seen who it is, she's still breathing. Thank you in your heart for sending someone to help you. May they survive, and no new problems after.

They still wrestle, kick each other, fend off each other, beat each other. Apparently the tall man who was visible from behind was able to keep up with his opponent despite being hit by several blows when he was off guard.

Aish was ready, however he did not want to stay silent. Therefore, the bullied thugs to drag others into the problem.

Aish takes a position next to the man, his height looks like a kangaroo child carried by his mother. Aish tried his best, although he was also hit by several blows, but he had to be strong. Pain in his body must be fought.

Tiu.... Tiuu. Tiu....

police sirens were patrolling the neighborhood. The thugs were shocked and ran staggered to avoid the pursuit of the police.

Aish is very grateful in his heart, he survived, the money from his stitches survived, but his body hurts all and his bike does not even know where.

The little girl sat down on the sidewalk, covering her bruised face with both hands. He started sobbing, from there he held her down so the thugs didn't think her weak. Now that they were gone, and some policemen were heard approaching, he cried. Take out all his anger.

After all, she was only a tenth-grade girl who still needed the affection of her parents. And her current position required her to be a strong girl in front of her mother whom she also knew that her mother also cried a lot in the third of the night.

Her heart ached to see her weeping mother facing God every night. And must try hard in the afternoon to keep the heart of his daughter who lives one.

Aish continued to cry bitterly, until a hand cupped his shoulders. Trying to calm her down by stroking Aish's shrouded back and thick jacket. Trying to reduce his sadness, hopefully.

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