So TKW
Section 10
Teeetin... Teeetin...!
I opened my eyes. Bummer.
The bells were heard many times. Who's coming? I have the lyrics of the clock on the wall. Oh my, it's one o'clock.
Half-run I to the door. Chequek. Door opens. I was wrong, rather, ashamed. The two lovebirds looked at me strangely, perhaps too long to wait, then passed by letting me who was still sculpting.
"Sorry, madam." I'm tailing behind.
"Are you asleep?" madam Adeeba turned around, looking at me. I'm nodding. Slightly squinting, he looked at me.
"Hm...! Go on, continue your sleep" there was a smile on her lips. Well-favoured. I thought he would be as angry as when his mother saw me sleeping in the ironing room. At that time I was punished, cleaning the warehouse, alone. After that I was quite ill, the effects of fatigue.
"Aren't you mad at me, madam?" tanyaku carefully.
"Is my Oomar okay?" he asked back. His forehead wiggling.
"Yes, of course. It was good, just a little fussy"
"Oh, okay.." he nodded his head many times.
"I mean aren't you angry because I take a nap during the day and I haven't even had time to cook for you"
He laughed so loud. Astonish me.
"I'm not mad at Noorah, after all we've had lunch outside" she said, handing over my lap groceries. "I'll buy you pizza, eat it!" continued.
Thank goodness he was not angry. I think her nature will be just like her mother. It turns out he was more than I thought.
I went to the kitchen to enjoy my meal.
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After breakfast she and her husband were beautiful and well-groomed. Prepare to go to their work. I'm driving you to the front door.
Madam said that today her sister would come
I was told to prepare food for him. So I immediately went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients. Fortunately the little Oomar was very pugnacious, and today it is not fussy. So I'm not bothered to take care of it.
Teeetin... Teeet... !
The sound of bells. I headed for the door while carrying the awakened Oomar.
Chequek! Door opens.
A man with his thobe and ghutrah smiled welcome. Oh my, him? I stared unblinkingly, trying to neutralize a heart that was too tight. No, not because I like it. But I'm scared. Yeah, I'm afraid that at Zainab's madam house her mother repeated.
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"Noorah, is my sister sick?" slowly he approached. Then sit next to me. I jumped, standing a little away.
"I. i. he, sir" I replied nervously. Slowly I backed off to leave, but my hand was pulled until I sat on his lap. Then she hugged me tightly, I thrashed trying to break free.
He kept hugging and holding me. The other hand released the niqab I was wearing. Regardless of everything even my hair tie.
"Let go, let go, I beg you, sir!" I thrashed and began to cry, but what power I had was not comparable to the power of that lustful man. I don't know what got into him, until he did.
It suddenly flashed through my mind to bite his ears as he brutally tried to fondle and harass me.
Kreeks!
"A...!" he screams in pain.
Plaque! plaque!,
he slapped me so many times that I fell to the floor.
"I'm impudent, I tried to be kind to you, but instead of you" dug, he then kicked me. I tried to wriggle as my legs were pulled and then my neck was grabbed.
"I won't forgive you" I was in pain, my breath was tight I couldn't let go of his strong hand. I was too weak and helpless. It was then that I remembered my husband and my family who were in the country.
Suddenly these eyes began to water. Maybe it's the end of my life, I think I'm going to die so strong the grip of his hand. Be ill...
'Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, help your despicable servant, O Allah.' only that sentence I keep on laying on my heart.
Suddenly Nasheer woke up and cried, seeing me being treated like that.
He immediately got out of his bed while picking up a toy on the nightstand.
"Let go... Release my ummah... !" hit the round-shaped toy to his brother's back. "Let go... Umrah... Ummmah...!" he tried to let go of his brother's hand which began to grip my neck. Then he stood up and left.
Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk! I coughed at once relieved.
As soon as I felt plump, I could breathe again, but my whole body and neck hurt as a result of his long nails piercing my skin.
'Allah, thank God you sent a helper to my servant' I murmured in my heart weeping. I don't know if little Nasheer didn't wake up. Maybe I'll die before I go back to my homeland. That is how Allah helps me, thank God!
"Ummah, ummah, sick...?" her hands rubbed the tears that fell on both of my cheeks, I kissed her and hugged her tightly. It's the same, crying. Her tears flowed as if she knew the pain I was feeling.
"Geez, it's okay Nasheer. Thank you for helping the ummah" I never stopped hugging this sick little body.
"Why is Abdul Ro'uf evil to the ummah?" his tananya innocently interrupted sobbing. I could only shake my head, not knowing what to explain. I felt Nasheer's body getting hotter, it seemed like his fever was rising again. I coughed him back to his bed, I stroked his thick, black hair, I compressed it and he was soon shut up.
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