My Soulmate's
Still Student
No one knows what will happen to a person, so when disaster strikes, most of them prefer to take it as a test rather than a punishment. Alsaki sees a woman as if asking for help after eliminating boredom. The woman sat with her face covered with both knees, her clothes torn apart by only a few pieces covering her entire body. The hair looked messy with the body shaking violently, there was rarely a vehicle going through that road.
The woman was sitting at a rusty bus stop, and none of the vehicle users saw the woman. It made Alsaki stop him, a petite body full of wounds like violence. Not to mention the clothes he wore like a beautiful robe. He immediately got out of the car to approach the woman, when she was in sight there was no sign of her as if she was being frightened.
Fortunately, Alsaki wore the jacket as usual, released it and was given to the woman to cover the entire body that was open and told her to stand up. How surprised Alsaki when he found out who the woman was, a woman he used to like until now.
"Hafsa?" Shocked Alsaki.
Yes, the woman named Hafsah Prambudi, a woman who is famous in pesantren because of her intelligence on religious science even she is a respected Quran memorizer. A woman with extraordinary prowess, even the character of her beauty always hypnotizes the female students so many imitate her.
The fearful gaze of Hafsah instantly met the man she so admired, Alsaki's beautiful name from the Sanskrit language matches the beauty of her character. Hafsah's lips shook violently with a look of fear, swollen eyes and a body sore from the wound made Hafsah unable to imagine what happened even looking at Alsaki was the same.
"Help me ...," said Hafsah.
Alsaki who saw it immediately turned his eyes and immediately took Hafsah into the car and placed his seat next to him. "Well my car, I'll drive you to your house."
Hafsah nodded weakly, because his body had no more energy to do. All his energy had been drained, until Hafsah was helpless. Weak bodies clad in warm jackets from Alsaki, the masculine scent hypnotizes Hafsah's sense of smell which recalls bad events.
"Calm down, you're with me now." Alsaki tries to calm Hafsah down, and he immediately drives his car.
Inside the car was only the silence created, Hafsah looked down with a frightened and pitiful look. While Alsaki is busy driving, the strains of religious music create calm. Alsaki occasionally glanced at Hafsah with a pitiful look, eager to hold the woman. However, Alsaki's awareness of religious knowledge made him realize.
"What happened to you?" tanya Alsaki broke the silence.
"I ....."
The night was silent with the reflection of the moonlight of the night, the night was quiet and silent. Vehicles that pass by begin to relax the engine that they have been using to do their activities. At that time, a woman with a long headscarf had come out of the mosque after performing evening prayers before returning home. The night time shows at 22:03, a gripping aura accompanies the journey of women with a long hijab that is none other than Hafsah.
Fortunately, that night was Monday night the atmosphere of the Jakarta city park was a little crowded so that made Hafsah feel a little relief. But, not with a bad premonition that haunts the journey home that has a distance of about fifteen minutes. Public vehicles still exist, only Hafsah is reminded of the money that is thinning and there is only about two hundred silver coins. As for calling his sister, his device died because it ran out of battery. He wanted to stay in the mosque until dawn, but he realized that the mosque was a place of worship not a bed. This made Hafsah no choice but to go home on foot.
Through all the journey with a lonely, his heart can not be separated from dhikr. Street lights accompany the journey home, even the length of the road leads Hafsah instructions to get to the destination.
Ten minutes have passed, there is no sign of the rest of the body Hafsah continues to walk for him traveling far has become a habit, but all changed and went according to his sect. Two young men with burly bodies in a slightly conscious state, even two young men looked like they were drunk and one of them was like calling.
"Yes, boss! I'll bring a beautiful woman to you, so just wait!" said the young man from behind the phone.
"What's up?" ask one more young man.
The young man smiled sumrigahly, as he looked at Hafsah with a terrified expression. "Boss we need a woman, I think she can be made into our boss's meal!"
Hafsah heard the conversation as he slowly retreated and retreated, a face with great fear clearly visible on the face of Hafsah who had Turkish blood. His two hands squeezed the robe very tightly, wanting to run away but the young man's steps quickly caught up with him.
"What do you mean? Not in a club of women, why do you choose a woman like her?" astonished the young man to his friend.
"Our boss says he's bored! That's why the boss told me to find another woman, so just take her!"
The young man who heard that laughed and glanced at Hafsah with a seductive gaze and accelerated his pace, so that the two young men faced each other with Hafsah whose steps came to a halt.
"Okay, Neng! Why are you so beautiful, come with me yuk. It won't hurt" replied the young man who called casually to poke Hafsah's chin.
Hafsah mutinied the young man who treated himself like a pele*rebellious. "Take off or I'll kill you both!"
The young man did not answer, instead brought his body closer so that the smell of alcohol was smelled in the sense of smell of Hafsah who smelled intercepting. "Release, breng*sek!" snapped Hafsah as the youth blocked his wrist.
"Don't bac*ot much!" snapped the youth with a dragon image tattoo on his right arm. He forced Hafsah until Hafsah rebelled to be released. But, the young man's power was too strong so he put Hafsah in the car that had just come on top of his superior.
In the car, Hafsah continued to rebel until his veil was soaked with sweat that flooded his body. It made the two young men overwhelmed to face a woman who was relentlessly rebellious.
Jem!
An object shaped like an injection, pierced Hafsah's neck from behind a veil. The dope shot managed to make Hafsah grimace in pain, but after a few seconds Hafsah finally became unconscious. That, makes Hafsah not know what happened.
Brought himself into an apartment in Jakarta, Hafsah was carried by a young man who killed him and put into a luxury apartment filled with various kinds of alcohol neatly lined up on the table. The young man smiled and said, "i found the woman the Boss wanted."
"Good! Put him in bed!" tell the man to be around twenty-five years old and do something unexpected. Only the lizard knows!
"I don't know what happened next, when I woke up from that fainting .. I .... I .... I ...." Unable to continue the word, it made Hafsah again silent in sobs.
Alsaki who heard that, somehow the tightness accompanied the word for word thrown by Hafsah. "If you can't continue, let your tears be the talker of what happened to you, Hafsah."
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As Fahad said, Kinan will go home first than the others. Now two people are in the residence of Prambudi who is preparing to move house after both parents have returned home from boarding school.
In that peaceful room, it was instantly filled with the sound of a beating heart. Both lips were still locked letting the gaze of the two be witnesses, Kinan's eyes pity Fahad.
"Are you relieved, Kinan?"
"Why you always talk about it, of course I'm a little relieved."
Yes, Kinan from then on continued to tell about his own shame. Starting from the sense of tightness that he had been craving until the happiness of what makes Kinan feel the aroma of peace from behind the events that happened to him. Expressing all emotions to Fahad, of course, hearing the story has made Fahad feel the burden of what Kinan bears.
Menci*um Kinan's unclad top with a headscarf, straight black hair scented with perfume hypnotizes Fahad to be constantly nearby. Clutching Kinan's tiny body and letting Kinan play his fingers, the couple who had not long been tied in the sacred bond was getting more and more intimate when spending time with each other.
The story makes Fahad very anxious to punch the face of the students who always bully Kinan, who, though Fahad knows that replying to evil with evil will give birth to haters and it is true what Kinan says on the sidelines tells it all, that silence is a sharp weapon that will stab his enemy when the time has come.
"Oh yes, btw Pak—."
"Don't call me that. I'm now your husband, call me as you please that's nice to hear. Say, baby, hubby, that's."
Kinan did not reply, he displayed his sinless face and again hid the face in the chest of Fahad's field like that. "I suddenly thought of the woman who used to be, if not the wrong name Marsha. So, who are you, honey?"
Hearing that, Fahad was a little surprised. Because, Kinan suddenly asked the woman, Marsha. Fahad instantly smiled as his hands gently stroked Kinan's hair. "He ...."
