HITCHAK LOVE HEAD OF MOTORCYCLE GANG

CHAPTER 5

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Syifa's cry broke out, the mocca veiled girl crying a mouthful, terrified. When the door of the room where he was hiding there was moving his knob. He then knocks, screaming for the door to be opened. However, Syifa was unmoved despite knowing it was Zidan's voice.

“Woy! Cupu, the cave knows you're inside. Open door! Kebelet cave, ****!” zidan shouted, banging on the door brutally.

“Another toilet is there,” Syifa said in between her sobs.

“Heh, it's a cave house, a cave room, why you're the one who's caving!”

“Out don't you, cupu! Some of the cave has told you never to enter the cave room. Still aja!” zidan continued, repetting.

Shortly after, Zidan left after not opening the door by Syifa.

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Syifa stroked the chest in relief, saying her hamdalah repeatedly. He was saved from people who were drunk. After Mr. RT and some residents came to expel the Zidan gang. Disturbed by the noise that Zidan and his gang created.

Now Syifa only had to face one drunken man, Zidan, her husband.

Syifa only dared to come out of her room after the conditions were completely under control.

“Heh, where are you going? Temenin cave!” oceh Zidan, a typical drunk. When he passed Syifa who came out of the room.

Zidan, who was heavily drunk, grabbed Syifa by the shoulder, then pulled her into the room in a huff. Syifa tried to resist, she realized her husband did it because of the effects of alcohol alone.

Zidan was increasingly acting wildly uncontrollably, giving Syifa a fright. Reflexes, Syifa pushed Zidan's body into motion sickness. Until Zidan's athletic body lapsed into the mattress. After that Syifa ran out of the room, and closed the door. Leaving her husband still blabbering was unclear.

Syifa cried again after arriving at her own room. More precisely during this time Syifa slept in the guest room. Zidan slept in his own room. Alias split the bed. Although she had been legitimately the wife of Zidan, but her status was still virgin.

While Zidan in his room laughed out loud as he recalled the expression on Syifa's face that was shrouded in fear. For him it was funny. He felt he had managed to scare his wife.

“Gua sure after this cupu definitely not at home stay in the day,” said Zidan full of confidence. He continued laughing.

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Azan dawn melodious echoed throughout the city. Syifa had been up for several minutes before dawn. He cleaned the house from all sorts of garbage after Zidan's party and his gang last night. Many used bottles of liquor, cigarette butts, and peanut shells also wrap ciki, which is scattered on the floor of the living room, until the living room to the terrace of his house.

After some Syifa went to Zidan's room and woke her husband from outside the door to tell him to perform the morning prayers, but there was no word from the man.

So Syifa went back to her own room, and performed the morning prayer service alone again like the previous days.

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Days passed by and months, Zidan had no sign of changing. It even becomes more. Zidan had repeatedly devised a scheme to harm Syifa, but it always failed. Syifa always escapes the evil that Zidan committed.

Syifa is still trying to be patient with Zidan's behavior. Syifa instead of giving up, she became more concerned and determined to lead Zidan to a better path. She wants to be more active in introducing her husband to syari’at religion they profess.

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“Woy!  Open the door, ****!” zidan screeched, banging on the door brutally.

Syifa then ran away and opened the door.

“For so long, why are you? Huh?!” nagging Zidan after the door opened. Again, he was exposed to alcoholic beverages.

“Argh! Salad continues. Sok alim lu's. Persevering salad is also not a guarantee you will go to heaven,” said Zidan.

“Well, that's Mas know. If the prayer is diligent, of course, not necessarily going to heaven, then what about the unprayer?” Syifa reversed Zidan's words. So the delinquent man was silent for a moment.

“Who's this, Mas?” ask Syifa then, pointing at the woman in sexy and skimpy clothes, who had been standing before to reach Zidan.

Zidan then looked at the sexy woman next to him, even with her woman. The two look at each other. Then they both laughed out loud in front of Syifa. Like people are not sane.

“She Lynna, cave girl,” replied Zidan lightly.

“Astagfirullah hal’adzim, Mas. Istighfar Mas!” syifa. Shock.

“Ah, many bacots lu. Watch out! Move!” jutting Zidan, while pushing Syifa's body to hit the wall on the side of the door.

Zidan and Lynna did not care about Syifa who was complaining of pain. The two went into Zidan's room and closed the door.

Syifa was trying to prevent any wrongdoing in her house. He went into Zidan's room and tried to advise the two.

“You are not muhrim. You shouldn't be in a room like this. Please do not commit adultery here! Fear ye of the painful torment of Allah.”

“This is a cave house. Why are you setting up a cave? Serah gua to do it. The rest is calm if the cave goes to hell, the cave will not step on you, kok,” replied Zidan lightly.

Lynna chuckled then casually peeked at Zidan's cheek in front of Syifa. So that the red lipstick on Syifa's husband's cheek. While Syifa can only shake myris while beristighfar repeatedly.

“Udah sono pegi! Disturb you!” expel Zidan. While Lynna flicked her hand to drive Syifa away as if she was just expelling chickens.

“Mas ...”

“Argh! Many bacots you!” cut Zidan, nyolot.

Then Syifa's arm was pulled and dragged along with Lynna. Then Syifa was put into the warehouse, and the door was locked by Zidan from the outside.

Zidan cut down his hand, and Lynna.

“Begini is safe,” said Zidan. Then embrace Lynna's shoulder, and take Lynna back into her room.

Syifa left him in a dark and dirty warehouse.

Syifa

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