My Prayer is Different from Yours

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With anger on her face, Andra pulled Mitha's hand with her tightness which made her hurt. Mitha did not make any contact at all, she looked relaxed facing Andra.

Not the first time, Andra was angry with him and he was so sure that Andra would not act to hurt him.

Andra who was still pulling Mitha's hand, she let go while pushing Mitha's body away from her. The strong thrust made Mitha fall.

Mitha's tiny body fell to the ground, she tried to endure the pain in her body. He got up and suddenly

"Prakkk" His hand slapped Andra so tightly that Andra was shocked by Mitha's slap.

"I don't know what's wrong with you. " Mitha said passed from Andra. Andra who was still silent still did not think that Mitha would be that angry with him.

"Where are you going? our business is not done." He said, Andra turned her body to Mitha and immediately pulled Mitha's hand closer to him.

"Let go!" Mitha said, Andra stared intently at Mitha. It was obvious in Andra's eyes that she was so angry.

Mitha was still unaware that Andra liked her so much that she acted like this. The jealous Andra did not know how to reveal it. There is only anger in his heart when he sees the woman he loves calling friendly with other men.

Dirga, Nurul, and Ibnu were waiting for Andra at the stall looking restless.

"Where's the hydra?" Ask Ibnu to Dirga.

"Oh, where are you going?" Nurul asked who was not aware that Andra had not been with them.

"Yes, I'm looking for it first." Dirga was looking for Andra around the place and how surprised he saw Andra along with Mitha.

"Mitha." His words that made Dirga and Nurul move from his seat.

"Where?" Ask Ibnu who is curious. The three of them went to where Andra and Mitha were.

Andra who was still arguing with Mitha tried to hold back her anger. He realized that he was going to hurt this girl in front of him. The girl who starts to look scared of him.

"Who was that?" Andra asked Mitha slowly.

Mitha Keget heard Andra's question, she didn't know what to say.

"That's Rial." Mitha stammered.

"Rial the transfer student." Andra seems to know Rial.

"What is your relationship with him?" Ask. Now Andra is like a high school boy who is jealous of his lover.

"What kind of question are you asking?" He asked, Mitha still seems to be unaware that Andra looks jealous.

Andra smiled sinisterly to Mitha.

"You don't seem to be conscious. If you were mine." Andra said as she brought her face closer to Mitha.

Mitha's heart suddenly gnashed as Andra's face was so close to her eyes. But, he tried to hold it

"What's this thing?" Ask Dirga. Nurul and Ibnu also approached Andra and Mitha.

"Why are you here?" Andra keget when her friends are behind her.

"You seem angry, did this kid make a mistake again." Said Dirga who was increasingly curious what made Andra so angry with Mitha.

Andra who was upset with Mitha immediately pulled her into the stall they used to go to.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Ask Andra.

"Yes, now this child will treat you. So, you can eat as much." Andra.

Mitha was so shocked to hear what Andra said to her friends.

"Tractice, you're crazy. I don't have any money. You bought them yourself." Mitha.

But Mitha had no power when Andra pulled Mitha into the stall. Mitha tried to escape from them, but his efforts always failed when Ibn and Nurul detained him.

Dirga who saw Andra, she was getting curious because it was not usual that Andra would behave like that to Mitha.

"Actually what did Mitha do that Andra was so angry with her." Guman Dirga while looking towards Mitha.

Mitha started to look uneasy when the food was already on the table.

"You're hungry what greedy." Mitha was shocked to see so much food.

"Don't listen to him, we'll eat." Pekik Andra was upset. He still doesn't know what it has to do with Rial. However, he knew that he knew that their relationship must be very close. It was what made Andra half-dead jealous of Mitha.

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After eating Andra and her friends just left.

"Where are you going?" Mitha asked Andra while holding Andra's hand as if holding Andra back from leaving.

Andra was instantly devastated yet she was still annoyed at Mitha for making her jealous of her closeness to Rial. He took his hand off Mitha.

"You pay, let's go home." His words passed leaving Mitha alone. Fortunately that day the stalls were not crowded, there were only them.

"I have to how?" Guman Mitha in heart.

Mitha also ventured to Siti's mother who is the owner of the stall. Even though he himself did not know what to pay for it. The money ran out when he called Rial.

"How much Ma?" Mitha asked softly.

Siti's mother counted the food ordered by Andra.

"All of them are Rp. 150,000 children! Said Siti's mother while showing Mitha a piece of paper.

Mitha was silent for a moment, she thought hard. Mitha did not have the slightest money in her wallet. There was only a motor key he held.

"Sorry Mom, can if I put the motor to mom. I don't have a penny. Tomorrow I'm here to pick up the bike and bring money for mom." Mitha said, he had no choice but to leave his bike as collateral.

"How about son!" Mother Siti seems hesitant to take Mitha's motor key. But he also had no other choice. The stall is just a small stall, with Siti's mother having to take Mitha's motorbike key.

"I'm home with dong. Then I have to tell you what mom and dad are." Pekik mitha is upset. He still could not believe that Andra would do this to him.

Mitha was forced to walk back to her house, she was already trying to wait for the passing vehicle. But, not a single public vehicle passed.

Andra was actually worried about Mitha. But because he was still upset, he did not seem to care, he wanted to feel like he was back. He looked at the cloud.

"It's going to rain." Mitha walked home. Along the way he nags himself.

The falling rain did not stop Mitha from walking. He wanted to get to his house immediately, his legs were so sore. His clothes already look wet, Mitha also held a twinkle behind the swift rain that fell.

His mind was so messed up considering the motor he had tucked away.

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