Berandal Kampung

Chapter 9 Hope

Just half an hour packing, Zena immediately set off on one of Uncle Ardy's motorcycles. He used to do that every time he came home from the boarding house. So there was no more difficulty for Zena to go alone. Unless Malik's feet are fine, it's usually the boy who offers to take Zena.

Arriving at the market, the pink-veiled girl immediately bought the ingredients needed. He does not want to linger just for a fad from one seller to another just to make an offer.

The point is that Zena knows that if it is a general price, then it is enough for her to immediately pay and get her goods.

After shopping, Zena returned to the parking lot. Incidentally there was a man who helped him move the motorbike carried by Zena to the side of the road close to the water that there was a small puddle in it. Mungkin the rest of the rain yesterday that had not dried up.

"Thank you Mang" said Zena kindly. Scheduling a bill of two thousand to pay the parking fee.

"Together Neng."

Zena immediately put the horn on the front and was about to start the engine casually but a trail bike suddenly passed through the puddle until the water splashed into Zena's clothes.

"AstaughfiruLHaladzimu...!" The girl was shocked, her clothes became so dirty and wet.

While the dirt bike was apparently stopped and turned to look at Zena, it seems like the young man had met Zena some time ago. Unlike Zena who does not remember the man at all because today Athar wears full driving safety attributes in the form of Helmets, jackets, gloves and shoes that cover his face perfectly.

Zena was a little upset and looked at Athar and finally commented, "Sorry Mas, be careful dong. My clothes got wet, right?"

Athar parked his bike to the side of the road and approached Zena, "Want me to help?" Athar tried to clean Zena's clothes with a handkerchief in his pocket.

"Eh, O God do not touch me Mas, we are not mahrom!" Zena protests again against Athar's hand.

The helmeted young man developed a smile, it was unmistakable that it was the girl he had been in his god the other day, "Oh okay, then tell me how to apologize?"

Zena looked back flat, "Actually just say I'm sorry, but don't look for opportunities also to hold onto. The Islamic religion strictly forbids that men and women who are not mahrom touch. Don't you know that?"

The young man shook his head, "I can come into contact with dozens of women I want, because I think that's normal!"

Zena who was horrified to hear directly beristighfar as soon as possible, "AstaughfiruLahaladzim, That's not true Mas. I hope I won't have a husband as morbid as Mas. Because it's a big sin!"

Athar chuckled small, it was strange that there was such a abstinence from what Zena meant. Though handrails and kisses feel is something common on the face of the earth.

"Sorry, I'm going through!"

But Athar held off his bike, "Wait a minute!"

"What else do you want?"

Athar held out the handkerchief he had used earlier to clean Zena's clothes, "Make you!" His words hurriedly inserted the intended object into Zena's grasp and passed away leaving the girl.

While Zena was still staring at the thing that Athar gave her in his hand, again Athar deliberately wanted to touch it, "Is, why for me? You guys don't have Akhlak? Does he think giving me this thing makes me thank you?" Somehow Zena was upset constantly treated with disrespect as when meeting Athar at that time.

About half an hour's drive Zena had reached home and saw Malik start learning the way but still limping as before.

Zena was quite sad to see that, her heart a little angry considering Athar's vile treatment of her cousin. Crazy punch and blindly, it seemed to twist Zena's heart.

"Assynn...!"

"Wa'allaikum hail Ma'am!"

"You've come home from therapy, Lik?" Ask Alzena.

"Udah Mbak, just now. But he told me to learn how to quickly improve he said!"

"Yes Lik, who is patient. Allah will surely punish the delinquents!"

"Oh my God, don't be so mad. It is not good to hold grudges and pray for the ugly. We pray for them to repent immediately" Malik said, developing a smile. So noble his sister's heart even though it has been persecuted still does not want to pray for something that is forbidden by God.

"AstaughfiruLallhaladzim, you're right deck. Because lately Maak often met unscrupulous men. Eat it so you think like this." Zena rubbed her chest that was almost controlled by anger and hatred.

"Yes Ma'am, so why is his shirt so dirty?" Malik looked towards Zena's shirt.

"Oh this, yeah like you said earlier. Because the youth does not have the moral to be gini deh result. Yes, you go in first!"

Zena carries a string filled with some of these items to enter and clean up. Then continue to perform Zuhur prayer service.

Leading far away, Athar again met with his friends. They are discussing their dispute with a motorcycle gang who want to attack again.

"Thar, it looks like the biker gang is challenging us again, look at this!"

Farid showed me the letter that one of the boys had thrown at them.

Athar immediately accepted the paper and read, "God, how dare they? Don't know who we are?"

"Lantas, what do we have to do with Thar?" Those delinquents have to find a solution in order to remain the winner.

"We'll think about it later, because I want to go first to remove the tattoo on my arm?" Athar returned to his trail bike.

"Well, wait for thar! Why delete it?" Ask them curious.

"My wife-to-be is a woman who shalihah Friend, how can I refuse Mother's request to let this tattoo be eternal. You guys look at this!" Athar shows the ring that has been embedded in his ring finger.

"Ah, if you're married. What that means is that we will not be together again" said one of Athar's friends, apparently worried. Because only Athar is the most powerful and courageous among brands.