Love Lembayung Dusk
Chapter 27 Kepergok Kaamil
...'A strong and patient person is one who is able to hide his feelings of sadness to others and always carves a smile sincerely.'...
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Dinda blinked her eyes heavily, and her head felt so dizzy. With that consciousness beginning to accumulate, it forced him to immediately come to his senses from his short sleep.
Adjust vision, penetrate the light rays produced from the bright white light bulb. Squeezing eyes while staring at the ceiling and around with a deep frown.
A spring rose from his bed when he realized such an unfamiliar place. Dinda gasped as she sat down and the blanket covering her body opened, She found herself in an unusual state.
The top without a piece of cloth, inversely proportional to the bottom that looks still complete with his gucci pants.
"Astaghfirullah azim thing," cried Dinda as she pulled the blanket, covering her chest.
"What's going on? Where is it, this?" muttered Dinda slowly spoke to herself while holding her head with such a feeling of fear and misgivings.
To look around, to look at the place He lives. There was a small cupboard, and there was an equally small dressing table. In the corner of the room, there is a door.
Judging from these items, Dinda could conclude, if He was in a hotel room.
"Who brought me here?" monologue Dinda while looking for her shirt.
"Breggg sekkk," said Dinda. He who never cursed, this time unconsciously rebuked the person who had toyed with him in such a way.
There was nothing that Dinda felt, in her body. He was sure, that the person who took him just took off his clothes, and did nothing more. But all of that still made him angry. Who and what is the motive?
Scoop his clothes on the floor and immediately wear them, after the Bra has been installed. Roll up her original long hair, then take the hijab on the same floor. Dinda saw her bag on the nightstand.
Walk towards the door and open it. It wasn't in the lock. Either Dinda should be grateful or not, because the door is not locked.
Had He not woken up and a drunken man entered his room, Dinda would not have known what would have happened to him. However, if it is locked, it is clear that he cannot leave the room either.
Dinda knows, although still the fasting month, but does not rule out the possibility if there are drunk people who stay in the hotel room.
Passing through the silent hallway of the hotel, Dinda quickened her footsteps. A drop of deciduous liquid soaked his cheeks accompanying her. Restless, restless, afraid, and confused by what happened melted into one.
Remembering, does He have enemies? However, it doesn't feel like there is. Dinda has never been hostile to anyone.
At every step of her foot, Dinda just wanted to find out who the person who had demeaned her to this extent was.
Out of the hotel building, Dinda walks onto the highway and coincides with a passing taxi.
Waving hands to hold a taxi. After the taxi stopped, Dinda rushed in and mentioned her home address.
Along the way, Dinda stared blankly out the window. He was still so shocked and confused.
"It's over!" the sound of the taxi driver broke the silence and pulled himself from the daydream.
"Huh, it's here?" tanya jerked in surprise.
"Yes, Mommy."
"Thank you, sir," said Dinda, handing over a hundred thousand bills.
"The return, Ma'am."
"Take it, sir." Dinda left without hearing the taxi driver's thanks.
Sighing heavily, Dinda carefully opened the iron fence of her house so as not to be caught by the guards.
Fortunately Dinda always carries the keys to her house, and in these circumstances Dinda doesn't want anyone to know that she's coming home at dawn.
Dinda's worries grew even higher, when the voices of the qiroah were heard from the mosque and violated around his house. He was worried about meeting Kaamil who was preparing to go to the mosque.
Slowly Dinda stepped onto the porch of her house and opened the door with the key she had.
Swallowing saliva that feels so difficult to swallow. Dinda took a step up to the top floor, towards her room.
"Where are you out of?" tanya Kaamil looked at him full of search.
"Huh, Brother .." cried Dinda confused.
"So I want ajakin, sahur. Doesn't there appear to be a brother? Brother, go home to Mother's house? Trus, why come back here at dawn?" ask Kaamil streak.
"Huh, yeah. Sister went home to Mother's house, last night. Come home at dawn for the same worry, you. After all, Brother did not fast," replied Dinda gave an excuse.
"Allah. Worrying about me, you should have come back here, dong, last night?" kaamil said astonished.
"Emm, I-it ..."
Azan's voice stopped Dinda from thinking, and shifted the topic being discussed.
"Eh, it's azan! Go on the hunt to the mosque, pray the real prayer." Dinda encouraged Kaamil to continue the steps of the younger brother who was about to go to the mosque.
"Yes ... Yes," said Kaamil pasrah.
For a moment Dinda heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly her mind went back in a frenzy and uneasiness. Entering the room, Dinda immediately took a bath to calm her almost frozen mind.
"What exactly happened?" monologue Dinda in a soft voice while feeling every drop of water that soaked her body.
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Sitting pensively on the bed, after his bath. Because of his monthly guests, Dinda does not fast and does not pray. But he still does. Inwardly, sincerely begged for forgiveness for what happened to him today.
'O Allah, forgive the sins of your servant.'
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"Hows it? Has he left?" ask a woman about her phone.
"Good work," he said proudly.
"You just keep it for me, as an US card," he said after giving his opponent a chance to speak.
"Later, when the time comes .. That card I will use," he continued.
"Tomorrow, your money will be sent," he said before turning off the phone.
"What are you doing here?" asked a sharp person suddenly opened the door where He was.
"Bara," cried the woman nervously.
"No, ada. I'm just tidying up my husband's workplace, "he seems.
"Atau .." he said hanging as he walked closer.
"You want to help me?" ask with a sweet smile and wink one eye.
The man looked at him sharply. "This is my biggest reason, why I'm lazy to stay here. Looking at you, I'm disgusted" he replied scathingly.
"It's so bad to talk to you."
"You yourself, that makes people talk that way." I immediately turned and walked. However, just one step away, He looked back at his humiliated Woman.
"Mas Lintang, already waiting for you to pray to the mosque together. I was told to look for you! I didn't think you were here. Repent, when you pray Later." Bara left him again after talking like that.
The woman clasped her phone tightly and stared intently at the back that left first.
'What did Bara hear?'
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