
four days have passed since MOS...
Zoya doesn't have a single day to get out of the cabin, though Zoya tries to thwart her, if not Alya then Sania, but she is, and if not the two of them then the solid activities that make it not have a little chance to find a way to escape. Zoya feels as if she is returning to her training camp, there is no word of rest and no word of fatigue, if you are a little careless then life will be at stake. but here is different only Zoya feels back dark packaging because in this place is also quite tight according to him. ahh. do not go out, do not go out, glancing at the border gate between the sons and daughters hut was already fined, not risking lives, but equally sorry for him.
Zoya doesn't know who to vent her frustration with. It's really annoying for her to not be able to get out of this place, as if she's a prisoner locked behind a cell.
but Zoya is not the name if you give up just like that, because this is the last day of MOS, and all princesses will be joined by the son santri in the main hall in the son's cottage. starting from five in the afternoon until evening, Zoya wants to take this opportunity to get out of the boarding school.
all santri wati lined up neatly to enter the barrier gate. Zoya chose to be in the middle and of course the leftmost row, because the left to the public road that passed by the students who did not go to school there. Zoya knows it is also because it is scraping information from her friends who are santri outside.this time Alya separated with Zoya while all are jostling, he said, and indeed Zoya also avoids it by continuing to walk forward leaving Alya who is wedged there.
the security guards and even the senior santri wati who are in charge of security are very strict in watching them, but Zoya will not eliminate this golden opportunity. when everyone is busy rushing to enter the gate Zoya takes lightning steps, Zoya calmly walks slowly to the side. it was realized by some students who were jostling but no one cared, because they were so excited to be able to look at the handsome arjuna who were waiting there.
successfully out, Zoya is now on a large road that is very crowded.so many people who pass by vehicles and feet. Zoya does not know which way to go, as she forgets which way she came with the abbot. Zoya remembers the house in her purchase, Zoya searches for an ojek and heads to her home address.
damn Zoya that night, the motorbike he was driving ran out of oil in the middle of the road.it feels very anxious to curse annoyed, but even swearing will not make the motor come back to life. the road where the motorcycle motorcycle motorcycle strike is so quiet, there are no stalls along the way, whether this is a bad luck or indeed a punishment for him who fled from pesantren.
'fuck shit shit!!!. akkhh.. it feels so like hitting people to vent my frustration!!! ck akhh... !!' zoya's mind while pushing the bike.
after pushing for almost half a kilo, they finally found a stall that also sold motor oil, Zoya was so very grateful that it was like finding a bottle of water in the middle of the desert, if only Zoya wasn't the one who upheld her self-esteem maybe she'd have already kowtowed in the middle of that road. Zoya sat down to rest her almost broken leg pushing the bike for so long.
"wah neng.. was lucky! in addition we find a stall address that mbakju also stay a few steps ahead" said the ojeker who was filling the oil with a big smile
"uhhuh! just a few steps?? why didn't you say that! I just walked. know that I don't have to wait for you!!" gerutu Zoya while giving money to the taxi man
"rest first neng. later his legs can be swollen you know." said the ojeker stopped Zoya's steps.
"my house is ahead!" said Zoya continuing her path with a slightly limping move.
Zoya arrives at her house but the gate is locked. Zoya yells a few times but no one hears her, Zoya gets very upset right now.yelling until her throat is dry but not even a mosquito can tell her.
"ck.. siall!! HANIFA MIFTAHUL JANNAH.. !!!!" zoya shouted for the umpteenth time. Zoya stared at the wall so high, if she climbed up now her legs would actually break. Zoya traced the long wall to the back of her yard, where there was also a small gate.
"he.. !!! damn it! now it has to go through where.. !" zoya grumbled again seeing that the gate was also tightly locked
"o Allah, send your angels to help me." do'a Zoya massaged her legs
zoya's eyes were fixed on a wooden staircase tucked behind a nearby tree. Zoya immediately raised her big smile as she lowered her eyebrows staring at the wooden staircase.
"a little more! legs come!! I need your cooperation, " said Zoya as she dragged the wooden stairs with her legs forced to walk.
after struggling to climb up the wooden stairs, Zoya was finally able to enter her house despite her skirt being torn off as she jumped down when she almost fell down the stairs.
Zoya will now enter but the door is also locked. ahh! is Hani so afraid of the impossibility that she doesn't even leave a door open for her? Zoya almost dies of annoyance, but also does not know who to vent her frustration on. Zoya knocks her head on the wall hoping the angel will take her life right now.
Zoya looked at the window beside the door. Zoya does not want to give up so she looks for wood and tries to open the window.It is fortunate that Zoya can open it. Her heart and soul are so relieved when she hears the sound of the window that succeeds in her. with the spirit of Zoya goes straight in without waiting any longer....
bukk bukk....
"die you're a thief!! die you.. !! vanishingly! you have no ethics!! die you!!!" hani says by hitting Zoya brutally and blindly.
"Dani!! it'sme! Hani... !!!" yelled Zoya who was about to die for him. Hani immediately stopped his action hearing Zoya's voice as if she was dying for him
"Zop.. Zoya's.. Zoya it's you!! Zoya, are you here?!" ask Hani while holding Zoya up
"Hani. I really want to eliminate you!" said Zoya in the midst of dying because of Hani
"sorry Zo. I thought you were swearing!!"
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