
" Do you remember this?" mr. Dirman flipped the screen of his laptop so that everyone present could see it.
On the laptop screen is seen a photo of a younger looking bu carla holding a watch and above it there is a large writing using the capital letters SUSPECT 34 and below it is written Siti maysaroh.
Seeing that, Carla who has the real name Maysaroh immediately pale. A few years ago he stole a watch at this convenience store but the fate of him was caught. At that time he was only warned without having to pay a fine like the rule should be to pay ten times the price of the stolen goods. Seeing the culprit is a person who is old and claims to have no one so the supermarket is kind enough to take it off with just a warning.
"How about we proceed in court Miss Carla...oh sorry Lady Maysaroh I mean?" dirman asked by suppressing his voice trying to intimidate the person who had cheated him by saying his name was Carla.
Ms. Carla hurriedly walked towards Mr. Dirman then sat down on the floor holding the legs of Mr. Dirman.
"I'm sorry sir....! Please forgive me! I am wrong I am khilaf.. Please do not take me to prison ! Please forgive me sir! " ms. Carla said it while crying whether it was tears of regret or tears of crocodiles because she also promised so but now she is back again with a slightly different look and different tricks.
"Don't be so mom! " Said Mr. Dirman while standing and Miss Carla also released her hand from the foot of Mr. Dirman, "Let's come to my room!" continued Mr. Dirman.
Mr. Derman left the room followed by Ms. Carla who walked down while squeezing both hands.
There were four young people in the room. Lukman stared intently at Doni, making the teenager's hair stand up. The teenager moved his head slowly towards the lukman. When their eyes met Doni, they immediately looked up in fear.
"You... come with me!" Lukman gave the order as he walked towards the door and with full awareness Doni immediately went to follow the sturdy man he admired even though this was the first time they met.
"can't. Where are you taking my sister? Are you looking for a quiet place to beat him up again?" Hardik Laila's.
Lukman closed his virgin eyes. He was a normal man who could be tense just from looking. He took a strong breath and slowly exhaled Hu..... Allaah, in his heart he prayed to be given strength to resist his temptations and passions.
"I have not prayed, go to Musolla. You're Muslims, right?", his eyes looking up at the laughing lizard mocking him.
" We are Muslims, absolutely. Since our baby is already a Muslim but prayer should not be forced, it should come from his own desire" argued Laila.
"Ooh so.... If your sister is very sick and doesn't want to eat, you'll let her starve to death or you'll force her to eat?"
"He must be forced to eat" he said.
"Solat is also the same, it must be forced . If you wait sincerely until death will not do so. Move over!" Snap Lukman on Laila.
Laila did not flinch to listen to Lukman's short lecture even though her tone was a little rough. His heart melted because there had been no one to remind him to worship God for a long time.
Lukman pushed Laila's forehead with his index finger and said, "Do you ask me to kiss first so that I can get out of here, I don't mind doing it in front of them...." Lukman grinned to make the beautiful girl gulp in fear