Destiny Love Nirmala

Mona's Afraid

"Wake up Nala!!!" Nirmala pulls the blanket over her twin, but Nala holds it. "Nlala! Let's get up. We pray dawn!" Nirmala was still trying to wake up, but even the kick she got.

The plunge from Nala's feet hit Nirmala's stomach. The girl staggered a few steps and fell backwards, because her legs were not yet strong enough to withstand the weight of the body. He complained of pain while Nala laughed.

"Makanya .. don't try to be kind enough. If you want to pray, pray for yourself! Don't take me! I'm tired, I'm sleepy!" Nala again laid her body, sleeping in a down position.

"Astaghfirullah's... Nutmeg. You are baligh. You're an adult, should be self-conscious if—"

"Whispering...!!" nala's squeals covered both ears. "Loe if you want to talk, sono noh in the mosque. Not in my room. Now, out! Before I drag you out of my room!!"

Nirmala no longer wanted to argue. He pulled his body from the floor while grimacing, because the injury he suffered had not healed one hundred percent. The round-eyed girl came out of her sister's room and passed through her father's room. He paused for a moment, then raised a hand intending to knock on the door. But in the end he broke it.

Nirmala sighed and continued on towards the musala, to fulfill her duty as a Muslim. Wrist, mouth, nose, face, hands to both feet. He now meets his Lord in two rakaats in the midst of silence and lamentation.

"O Allah, forgive the servant, if the servant is not good at gratitude. So many gifts you give. However, this weak self never escapes from complaining."

"God never tires of asking, return the servant sister to the right path. Give Your Grace to him also to my father. Forgive his sins, give back the love you took from the heart of my father. And meet the servant with the angel who has given birth to the servant, in the Paradise of Thy day."

"Rabbana aatina fiddunyaa hasanat wafil aakhiraati hasanat waqinaa 'adzaabannaar...."

"Aamiin, O Allah, Rabbal 'alamiin..." Nirmala rubbed her face using both palms and dried up the tears.

The stray girl was fixated for a moment and then grabbed the Qur'an stored on the nightstand. The melodious voice chanted divine kalam, letter by letter. Verse by verse.

A man was peering out from behind the curtain. His soul trembled at once to hear the baby he had always treated harshly, reading the Qur'an. His feelings were suddenly uncertain, between happiness and hatred. The two things are fighting in the heart, giving each other resistance.

"Ah.. Because of him, I lost Azizah. Until anytime, I won't consider him my son!!"

The man who is none other than Arman continues to fight conscience. Although actually deep down in the heart of love to the child who always says his name in every prayer, after prostration. However, a sense of prestige and ego cover all that. His inner eyes had darkened from seeing the kindness shown by his youngest daughter.

Nirmala who felt as if she was being noticed by someone, turned her head back. But unfortunately, he did not find anyone there because Arman had already left and returned to his room.

"So rich there was a squeamish behind. But it turns out there was nobody. I thought it was Dad. But it was just my feeling."

...***...

Police Station at nine in the morning

"Pa. please in Mona, Pa. Mona's innocent... Mona's... Mona's been vilified, Pa." The young girl whined at the man sitting pensively. There was no refutation or defense from the father because the evidence that his car had grazed someone, was very clear. The car body is full of scratches and cctv recordings found in the area of the incident.

"Papa never taught you to be irresponsible, Mona!!" rudi growled at his youngest son. "Papa lent you a car, let's make it easy for you to go to college. Not making a fuss on the road!" Rudi shook his head, not knowing why his daughter could do as she pleased.

The young woman who was standing by the door, sulked at her father. "Mona beg for mercy, Pa. Mona Kapok, Mona 'no more troublemaking. Bring Mona from here Pa, Mona please ...."

A uniformed member called out and did not directly stop Mona's whining. He asked the girl to sit in an empty chair in front of him. To be questioned and self-identity as a record of hit-and-run perpetrators.

Mona again whined after one of the authorities said she would be detained for several days until the hit-and-run victim was willing to make peace. Otherwise, by being forced the spoiled girl will get a prison sentence of one year with a fine of at most two million rupiah.

"Pa.. leave Mona from here, Pa. Mona's scared." Mona clasped her father's fingers, revealing an eternity with a face wet with tears. "Come on Pa. Time for the child himself, calculation!"

"Not everything can be solved with money, Mona!!!" rudi snapped annoyed because his daughter was not aware of his mistake. "Papa was disappointed with your petty thoughts!"

Mona hit the body and rested at her father's feet. "Please Mona Pa... Does Papa have the heart, Papa's daughter lives in this place? Mona promised, Mona would change. Mona's gonna be a better kid."

Rudi sighed fretfully, his feelings as a father finally knocked. He approached the young man who was sitting opposite each other and spoke in a soft voice. "Son, if I may, Om would like to meet the girl. I'm gonna apologize for representing Om's daughter."

The young man sighed. "Okay, anyway this is beyond my authority. I was just helping the girl to get justice."

Rudi muttered and patted the young man on the shoulder. "Thank you, son... Om really thank you. At least Om so know how the behavior of Om's children out there. And now, please deliver Om to the girl."

Rudi leaves with the young man he just met, leaving Mona alone at the police station. The spoiled woman shouted hysterically to her father, as a police officer asked her to enter the detention cell.

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