Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Still waiting for God's help.

Today is the second day Fatimah was confined in that magnificent room.

The room is able to make all women amazed and eager to have it.

All facilities are available there.

Ornaments and ornaments are so eye-pleasing.

But not for Fatimah.

He was so depressed and scared in there.

He could not even find a prayer mat and clean clothes for his prayers.

He was forced to pray only with clothes attached to his body.

"At least this clothing can cover my aurat during prayer, holy and legitimate or not, let God judge it," said Fatimah took a blanket to be a substitute prayer prayer.

Not long ago.

A woman opens the door to Fatimah's room while bringing her lunch.

The woman was so surprised when she saw Fatimah praying in her situation that she could be considered in a difficult condition.

However, like her the woman was still trying to appreciate Fatimah.

The woman patiently waited for Fatimah until Fatimah had finished her prayer.

"Assalammualaikum warahmatullaah," said Fatimah signifies that his prayer has ended.

The woman immediately lit a cigarette and poked her cigarette smoke into the air while looking intently at Fatimah.

"What the hell is in your brain!," exclaimed the woman again popping her cigarette smoke, but this time she spouted it right on Fatimah's face.

Sontak Fatimah immediately coughed cough in his making.

"What do you mean?" asked Fatimah, puzzled by the question of the woman sitting before her.

"You're in a box, in a place like this too, but you look relaxed and still think about prayer?" she lamented trying to understand how Fatimah's mind works.

"I still have God, even though my own brother brought me to this damned place" Fatimah said.

"Oh, come on!, tired of your babbling!, just eat!, take it easy, this chicken is not a pig!, we damned do not like pork, either," the woman immediately came out leaving Fatimah back in the room again in the key from the outside.

Fatimah then took a plate of rice given by the woman.

"Alhamdulillah, there is still a windfall for me today" said Fatimah staring fixedly at a plate of rice in her hand while sighing deeply.

Bismillah, the inner Fatimah before devouring her first spoonful of rice.

After a day back in the afternoon, Mira tried to settle down to approach the room where Fatimah was in the room.

But he had not been able to enter, the big boss had caught him first.

"Dear Mira!, why are you in front of Fatimah's room?" exclaimed the big boss who suddenly surprised Mira.

"Boss, I just want to help Fatimah be ready for tonight" said Mira trying to find an excuse in front of the big boss.

"I've told Nela to take care of everything inside, Fatimah doesn't need your help!," exclaimed the big boss looking suspiciously at Mira.

"Okay boss," said Mira did not dare to look into the eyes of the big Boss.

"Next time, don't try to do something without my command!," exclaimed the big boss making Mira tremble in fear.

"I won't forget how you behaved in Fatimah's position back then, I'll be watching you!, if you dare to help her escape, just look at what I can do to you," the whisper of the big boss made Mira immediately break out in a cold sweat.

When Mira wants to get out of there.

They were all startled by Nela's screams which along with her who suddenly ran out from inside Fatimah's room with her so upset.

"Nela!, no fuss!, my guests can escape later!," exclaimed the big boss shaking Nela's still visibly irritated body as she grumbled nonstop.

"I, that's Boss!," exclaimed Nela still trying to regulate her breathing.

"Yes, what!, Fatimah?, you're done making over her right!," exclaimed the big boss in astonishment at Nela's behavior.

"That's the Boss!, mending the Boss see for yourself!," said Nela pulling the big Boss' hand into Fatimah's room.

Karna.

Mira also peeked into Fatimah's room.

He then remembered his former self in the position of Fatimah.

He was even more extreme than the attitude shown by Fatimah.

He kept ruining the room until there was nothing left many years ago.

Even he would injure people who wanted to get close to him, even the big Boss.

When there is an open door like that, she will run as fast as her to run away without thinking about her hijab and veil that has been torn off scattered on the floor.

"Why can he be that calm?" said Lirih Mira felt astonished as she looked at Fatimah who was still sitting quietly beside the bed, with a room that was still neat, even her veil and veil were still perfectly attached to Fatimah's body.

"Why has he not you what is in the hell Nela!," jolted the big boss annoyed to see Fatimah who was still covered in her long robe and veil and her hijab.

"He doesn't want the Boss, I've tried, but he keeps dodging and running away from my pursuit" complained Nela made the big Boss look in surprise at Fatimah.

What kind of woman was she?, she refused but without rebelling and showing her the slightest brutality, the inner Great Boss while looking back at Mira who was standing outside the door of the room.

"They were so different" said the big boss, taking the dress he had prepared for Fatimah.

"Without me even explaining, like you can guess why I gave you this dress" exclaimed the big boss, taking a pair of scissors from his pocket.

Even when he saw the big boss pull out a pair of scissors, it still did not make Fatimah flinch or fear.

"I'm just defending my pride and my chastity" Fatimah said without looking into the big Boss's face.

Heard the words of Fatimah.

The face of the big Boss was getting increasingly angry.

She quickly cut the dress in her hand into small pieces and threw it towards Fatimah.

"You don't want to wear this dress?, okay!, but my intentions are round!, with or without a dress, you will still satisfy my special guest tonight!," exclaiming the big boss makes Fatimah's eyes water again but remain in a firm and silent position.

"Enjoy ya say!," exclaimed Nela smiling sinisterly towards Fatimah as she walked out of the room.

"Let me go from here!," cried Fatimah trying to run towards the exit.

But his steps were still lost quickly with the footsteps of the big Boss who had already closed the door to Fatimah's room from the outside.

"We see!, how strongly you defend your faith and religion!" exclaimed the great boss and looked at Mira who was still standing in front of Fatimah's door.