Destiny Love Nirmala

Ruk

...Women are as beautiful as pearls, so awake and special. Because it is not easy to create and it is not easy to touch. Do not let the beauty of it, change the sandbox that is worthless. For not being able to guard themselves from the temptations of worldly passions....

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In times of restless heart, only one place groans. Where there is only the Khalik and His creature. Among takbir, in the rukuk and prostration. Describes a servitude of the weak self.

"Nurma!!" pekik Nala when his twin brother was performing prayers isya. "Nirmala, I call you loe, deaf!!" nala was furious because Nirmala did not deny it and preferred to continue the fourth rakaat.

Nirmala bowed her body (coughs). Nala grinned, she kicked Nirmala's butt until the girl fell down without being able to withstand the weight of the body. Nala watched Nirmala slump on the floor. "The brain, jontor's lips because of the marble nyium! So if I call it answered, instead of pretending to budeg!!"

Nirmala clenched her palms, she got up to stand with her shoulders up and down due to the hunting breath. "Are you blind, Nala?"

Girl wearing white face, turning around. He walked over and pushed Nala's chest with all his might. "Can't you wait for me to finish praying, Nala? Is that how black your heart is, to the extent that I pray you kick it?"

"Java!!!" nirmala Benthic. He again thrust out Nala's body, making her brother's back stomp violently open the door. Nala was flabbergasted because she had first seen Nirmala so enraged.

Arman, hearing a loud bang, rushed up the stairs to Nirmala's room. Finding Nala's body rolling in front of the door, Arman's eyeballs opened perfectly. "Loe what's my son, huh?"

A man who can only blame, without wanting to know and caring who is right and who is wrong. He pulled her out of Nirmala's head. Arman immediately darkened his eyes, he looked for sharp objects and continued to tear his daughter's shabby white cloth.

"Pa.. don't Pa, that's the only thing that Mala's mom has!" sergeant Nirmala saw Arman cutting the cloth in his hand. "Pa. please give the face back to Mala" isaac Nirmala. Although it sounds very bitter, but not in the least it rattles the heart of an Arman.

"Halah.. lebai loe became a child! Pay for college aja loe can afford, mukena doang kaga buy?!" cibir Arman who can't understand his daughter's feelings.

"It's just a relic from the mama Mala had, Pa. Even until Mala was twenty years old, Mala never once saw the face of her mother. Because Papa threw away all the photos and memories of mama," said Nirmala hurt. "Until when will Papa hate Mala, Papa's own son?" lirih Nirmala with a stinging voice.

Arman gulped and looked towards Nirmala with a piercing look. "Listen to this carefully! My hatred is the same loe the son of the unlucky bearer, I will take it to the burrow!"

Nirmala looked on in disbelief. It was as much a father as a protector for his daughter. A person who is supposed to nurture and give unconditional love. Not spreading hatred that is actually unreasonable.

"One more thing, I don't like my son Nala the most. Once again I see you making Nala wretched, I will not hesitate to ngusir loe from my house!!" threaten Arman while taking Nala out of Nirmala's room.

The short-haired girl turned her head for a moment towards Nirmala while brandishing the middle finger. "Loe mampuss!"

Nirmala sighed, she tidied her face that had been torn into pieces and scattered on the floor. "Yes Allah... I don't have any memories from my mom. Mala please, once.just meet Mala with mama, even though only through dreams."

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