Last Ramadan for Nayla

Avoiding Papa's Rage!

As soon as the car stopped right in front of his yard, David immediately came out in a hurry. The situation in the house looks lonely, meaning that Amel has gone to his office.

"It's safe, you know, you're not home, so I'd better go straight to Nayla's room to give you this rice." David said in his heart.

Nayla, who had just finished praying dzuhur, folded her face when she saw David enter her room.

"Son't get in here if you know you're gonna be mad at Nayla." Said the girl with a worried look on her face.

"Mama is not home, I just want to give this rice to you, in the end yes!" david said he went straight out of there without waiting for his sister's answer.

"Sister David seems to be starting to love Nayla, hopefully mama is equally papa as well," Nayla hoped in her heart.

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"Mas Arman why didn't you go to work today?" sinta asked while massaging her husband's legs.

"I'm dizzy Sin," replied Mr. Arman uninspired.

"Is there a problem with Amel?"

"Well, she knew about our relationship and told me to divorce you" said the man, whose love heard her not surprised at all, she smiled and said

"Let me talk to him."

"You sure?"

"Why not? She's a woman I'm also a woman, it'll be easier to talk" the woman replied, leaning her head against her husband's shoulder

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Ms. Amel immediately laid her body on the sofa as soon as she got home, her chest felt very sore just about to close her eyes suddenly she smelled a charred smell. "Who's cooking?" thought Amel, she immediately woke up feeling tired like it was just gone.

"Geez!" ms. Amel closed her mouth with both hands, not expecting the sight she would see when she came home from the office,Nayla who was asleep at that time and the iron that was not turned off was placed on her husband's shirt to make the shirt scorched.

"Naila!" shouted Amel, Nayla was shocked and immediately woke up, her sleepiness even disappeared instantly.

"Owh sorry ma, nayla overslept." The girl replied trembling, she was afraid of being so scared that she had made her papa shirt scorched because of her own carelessness.

"I'm sorry? I'm sorry you said? You know how much this dress costs, huh?" snapped Amel's mother, her voice was like a thunderbolt that grabbed at that moment.

Nayla stared blankly in front of her, while Amel continued to scold and curse her. "Basic son of a fucking carrier! You really can't be told this that, always make trouble."

"Nayla now has to how ma, how about papa get angry?" asked the boy, his eyes looked at the mother with fear hoping that at that time the mother would help herself so as not to be beaten by her father again.

"I don't know, you think to yourself! Even if you die because you hit your father later, it's also because of your own mistakes." Ms. Amel didn't care at all and just left.

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The night Mr. Arman came home, his relationship with Ms. Amel was fine, they even seemed to be eating dinner together very familiar as if there was never any problem, nothing,while Nayla had gone from there she went through the back gate, Mr. Arman at that time did not know that his favorite coat was charred, could not be used anymore.

"Where are the kids?" ask Mr. Arman, because he did not see David and Tina eating with them.

"They both went to his friend's birthday party pa, already from this afternoon, maybe soon home.

"Had been damaged by Nayla, her clothes had been ironed," replied Amel relaxed, she did not even worry that her husband would act cruelly towards her son.

"Why did mom tell him to iron papa's shirt?" the man slammed his spoon in anger that his appetite had gone.

"Why did you lose your mom? Mama never told him she did it herself." Ms. Amel did not defend and blamed Nayla, even though she herself told Nayla to iron all the clothes.

Furious, Arman went to Nayla's room, but the girl was not there, and she searched the room for her son but still could not find him.

"Papa will not find it useless in search."

"Well, where does she know?"

"Surely he had run away for fear that papa would hit him" replied Amel.

"That child is indeed not to be allowed, I will give him a lesson look, this time I will not grant him forgiveness!" said Mr. Arman, his words sounded terrifying to the man as if he was about to kill his enemy.

This time for sure Nayla will receive a more painful blow, tonight maybe she is free because she managed to get out of the house, but her papa will definitely find a way to find her, they are indeed very strange right? Nayla was not wanted at all but was also not let out of the house. Nayla was only made as a place to vent their anger. Poor Nayla when will she be happy? Will he end up tragically at the hands of his own parents? I hope it doesn't.

Nayla was still standing there, now that she was in front of Alif's house, the boy had no other purpose at the moment, he just wanted to hide and avoid the rampage of his father, he just wanted to hide and avoid the rampage of his father,only Alif's house can he go to.

"Assalammualaikum!" nayla said, greeting.

"Waalaikumussalam," a reply came from inside not long after which the door opened.

"Nayla?" bu Fitri was shocked and her mind was filled with question marks.

"Nayla**-"

"Let's go in, son!" take Fitri bu when Nayla was not finished talking at that time, but her hand was pulled by Fitri to quickly go inside.

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"The nights you come here will not be scolded by Mr Arman and his wife?" ask mr. Jufri.

"Nayla has asked for permission from Arman and Amel Abi" Nayla replied lying.

"Why do you suddenly want to sleep here?" now that Alif asked, he himself was sure that something had happened to his friend.

"Nayla is lonely at home, especially brother David is the same sister Tina is not at home," Nayla tries to find an excuse.

It turns out they still do not believe it as well, even more suspicious let alone see Nayla's hand which is filled with bruises, her eyes on the left are also still a little swollen, too,this proves that Nayla was indeed tortured by the family of Mr. Arman.

Mr. Jufri did not ask much he even directly told Alif to show the room that would be occupied by Nayla.

"Yes already then. Alif, Anterin Nayla to her room, son! Abi wants to talk to us for a while, "send mr. Jufri.

"Good abi!" Alif immediately invited Nayla to see the room that will be in his place, the little girl followed Alif from behind. Mr. Jufri and Mr. Fitri are increasingly convinced that Nayla escaped from Mr. Arman's house.

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