That's so dirty of me

Understand it

Zahra walked slowly through the back garden of the school with a sling. As he passed the young couple in front of him, Zahra occasionally sighed heavily. But when Zahra will pass the young couple who are on the bench relaxed, suddenly Zahra steps to stop and choose to eavesdrop on the conversation of the couple.

"Seriously?, father same mom you took a vacation to Lombok?"

"Yes, honey, I'm serious. They say gini to me 'Well, mom is equally papa want to take you vacation as well as change the time that passed due to the busyness of both of us.."

"Well, it turns out mom is just as papa you're considerate too, Yu. Finally you can go on vacation with them, they must love you very much."

"Yes, dong. They were my parents, and they hated their children. Which parent is so, impossible if there is."

Zahra continued her journey while thinking about the conversation.

The girl's words continued to turn around in Zahra's head, until she did not realize that there was a stone in front of her and

Bam

"Aw, sick." Zahra complained of pain while holding his knees scratched by rocks when he fell.

Zahra took a deep breath and threw it away slowly, "I'm not a whiny girl!" Inner Zahra cheers.

After encouraging himself, Zahra stood back up and continued on to her favorite bench. Well, Zahra's favorite bench is a bench that is in a quiet and quiet place. Just above the bench stood a large, sturdy tree that shady

Silent though?

Silence is a depiction of the mood of Zahra who thirsts for the affection of her parents.

Slovenly?

While lonely is a depiction of Zahra's lonely mood of affectionate calls, kisses, and various things about a happy parent and all this is only owned by him.

She is Zahra Affianisha, the thirsty for affection.

After reaching the goal, Zahra also sat his tired body on the bench. A cool breeze blew on Zahra's sad face so kindly, that it made her dense black hair fly by waving.

Zahra's gaze looked straight ahead, but Zahra's mind was not in line with Zahra's. Zahra's mind preferred to wander into the chatter a while ago.

"..Which old man the hell is that?impossible to exist."

"There, really." Zahra said as if whispering.Suddenly from Zahra's eyes came a clear and warm liquid on her red cheeks.

"I."

"I'm not like Annisa's sister!,"

"I'm also not like you guys who are pampered and bathed in affection." Zahra said sobbing as she hugged her chest.

The pain was again present, the pain he felt in his knee was not how much with the wound he felt in his heart.

"I, I've never felt it all!"

"I've never felt it all even if I asked for it!"

"Different from you who without asking you will always get it."

"I, I sometimes think that am I actually their biological child or am I just an adopted child even I think that am I a adopted child?" Zahra sobbed sadly, letting out her pain that she could not get rid of. A pain that no one wants to understand.

The pain is, you won't understand this.

"You're Zahra's real son, whatever they've done to you must have had a good reason." Suddenly the sound of someone intruding on Zahra, made Zahra surprised.

Alf P. O. V

I walked down the park behind this school, well the 18-day school I worked for and for today's opportunity, I had free time to walk around the school. But just now I reached the front of the park, I was made to be privileged by the scenery around the park. There are so many couples who are not alone in this beautiful place, it is a pity that such a beautiful place must get the curse of God.

"Goodoo, this is really the end of time. Everywhere now there's a couple who's not a tandem muhrim, as-"

"Aw, sick." Shouted a girl who managed to cut my words. Hearing that, I hurried to see who had shouted.

"That girl.."

That girl, what is she here for?Wait, first. Oh my God, was he hurt?, but what happened to him, why did his knee bleed?. Did he stumble over a rock?, it seems like he did.

But the girl is not a crybaby girl, just look at her knee bleed she does not cry differently from other girls.

A little scuffed like a truck hit.

God, why do I think this way, forgive the sins of my servants, O Allah.

Where's he going with a cut to his knee, doesn't he feel any pain at all?she seems to be a strong girl.

Why did he go to that tree,

is there anything hidden there?. But, ah yes.it turns out there is a relaxing bench. Sigh, deserved him to this place, it turns out this place is very quiet and quiet.

"There, really." The girl sounded whispered.

"I."

"I'm not like Annisa's sister!"

"I'm also not like you guys who are pampered and bathed in affection." The girl sounded crying.

Apparently, he only looks strong and strong in front of him.

But behind him he was very weak.

"I, I've never felt it all!"

"I've never felt it all even if I asked for it!"

"Different from you who without asking you will always get it."

"I, I sometimes think that am I actually their biological child or am I just an adopted child even I think that am I a adopted child?"

No, you can't think that, Zahra!. They're not that bad, they just want the best for you, Zahra!. Really, your parents are strong and kind parents.

Because I couldn't stand just being quiet and doing nothing I finally chose to come out of hiding.

"You're Zahra's real son, whatever they've done to you must have had a good reason." I said spontaneously.

Seeing myself coming out suddenly from behind the tree made him a little surprised. And at the same time, my eyes and his eyes met.

Deg

I also immediately turned my eyes.

Author P's. O. V

At the same time, their eyes met in one direction.

Deg

There is a strange feeling that goes down Alif's body, well this feeling that he is very afraid of meeting women. Alif's body immediately became cold and agitated because this was the first time he was alone in a quiet place like this with a woman who was not a muhrim, let alone not yet known at all.

Realizing that he was looking into Zahra's eyes, Alif immediately turned his eyes away from Zahra and quickly begged Allah for forgiveness.

Remember Alif, Zahra belongs to someone else. Inner Alif commemorates himself.

Unlike Zahra who was initially very surprised by the arrival of Alif, but after realizing the situation he felt that yes, this is how it is better. He can be alone with Alif and can also fall in love faster. This is what he wants, isn't it?

Zahra looked at the face of Alif who was looking down. He looks at her appearance from the feet to the hairstyle.

"It turns out, he's more handsome when he's seen up close." Gumam Zahra assessed.

"Hm, Alif, what are you doing here." Zahra asked curiously.

Hearing his name mentioned, Alif looked a little surprised. Because everywhere or the point in this school area always calls or calls it "pak Alif", different from in the boarding school. There the santri and santriwati can call him with the call 'Gus Fansyah' because Alif is the son of the owner of the boarding school then Alif called by the santri and santriwati with the prefix "Gus".

"Assalamualaikum, I'm sorry I forgot to say my greetings earlier.." Alif apologized.

"Oh, yes Lif is okay." Zahra replied in her familiar style.

"Answering is obligatory, Zahra." Tegur Alif's.

Ah, she knows me.

"Eh, yes Lif, sorry I forgot, Waalaikumsalam.." Zahra answered more and more familiar and continued to look at Alif's face which made Alif increasingly uncomfortable with zahra behavior.

"Yes, Lif."

"Are you able to call me properly?, because I am not happy with your call to me at this time." Alif asked sincerely because he honestly did not like Zahra's call to him.

Zahra was confused, "You mean, Lif?" Zahra's question didn't understand.

"I mean baby..." Zahra guessed amused.

"I mean, I, I am your teacher and in fact I am older than you so it is not appropriate and proper for you to call me Alif and again if you repeat it and do not want to hear then I am would be so offended by your behavior." Alif warns Zahra subtly.

Deg

"But's Lif age you're not too old and not much different from me.." Zahra is trying to negotiate.

Alif is very uncomfortable and very unhappy if called like this.

"However, no matter how different our age is, it doesn't mean you should call me like this, right?" Alif felt furious.

The presence of Zahra makes Alif feel sultry today, it is admitted that Alif has been very wrong to follow Zahra to this place because then the devil will be easier to drop his defense.

"Yes, it's Lif. Ta-"

"And that offends me so much!" Cut Alif fast for not listening to Zahra's reason anymore.

Zahra breathed heavily.

"Hm, Lif-eh, I mean sir let's sit down on this bench so we're more comfortable chatting.." Tawar Zahra looking for an opportunity.

"I'm sorry, I can't, you're the one sitting me here. I'm more comfortable like this." Reject the subtle Alif.

Hearing Alif's reply, Zahra only boohed and immediately sat down to cross her legs up so that her skirt slightly rose and did not cover part of her smooth white thighs. The sight made Alif bow his head, increasing the istighfar and begging Allah for forgiveness.

"Try to understand the will of your parents, because no parent in the world wants to plunge his child into the wrong hole or pit of sin." Alif's advice opened the conversation back.

Zahra immediately raised her head after hearing the advice Alif had just said.

"They're doing this to you because it's for your good Zahra." Alif said again, in a reassuring voice.

"That's a lie, sir. Not all parents are good to their children." Zahra denied in a weak voice.

"That's right Zahra, understand."

"My father knows nothing about me and my family." Elak Zahra justifies himself.

Alif took a heavy breath and let go, "I don't know anything about you and your family, but I know for a fact that your problem is a misunderstanding," Looking the other way, Alif turned his back on Zahra.

"Zahra, they're doing it because they want to see you become what they want to be."

"Misunderstanding?" Zahra asked with a sly smile.

"Oh, as they wish, means I have to be someone like Annisa, wearing shar'i clothes?. Behave politely, kindly, gracefully, and meekly?." Zahra asked with emotion dominating her voice.

"Say Mr. Alif, do I have to be like Annisa?" Zahra asked demandingly.

"No, Zahra, you don't have to be like your brother!" Alif replied with a firm voice.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I mean you just need to be yourself, but according to the orders of your parents,"

"Understand the will of your parents Zahra."

Zahra wiped her tears and stood in front of Alif, behind her because of her back in front of Zahra.

Alif remained unshakable and remained in his original position.

"Why do I have to understand their will, and they don't care and don't want to understand my will!. Is that fair, sir?" Zahra asked with her trembling voice, restraining emotions.

"You still don't understand Zahra, understand them.

In shaa Allah, their will is your will too.." Alif advised gently, not wanting to provoke Zahra's labile emotions anymore.

Zahra did not understand Alif's intention and returned to sit on the bench.

Suddenly from behind, Fia came with Fira.

"Zahra, you're okay.." Fia asked worriedly as she approached Zahra.

"Sir alif..." Fira was shocked when she found Alif standing behind Zahra.

"Thank you for your arrival, please calm Zahra and I beg you to resign, assalamualaikum." Alif intended to step up, but suddenly he remembered something. Without turning around he said something that was addressed to Zahra.

"All I know is that no parent wants to take his or her child down." He said slowly as he continued his footsteps again.

Zahra looked at Alif's back which was getting further away and after Alif's back completely disappeared from her sight, Zahra turned her attention towards Fia. But when his gaze fell on Fia, Zahra also found Fira who was now also staring at him.

"Fira, what are you doing here?" Zahra asked not to like. He doesn't like it when strangers see his inner side, and yes, Zahra's tears still haven't been cleaned automatically Fira can see traces of her tears are still wet.

"So you didn't realize we were the same as Fira?" Fia asked with a bloon look.

"No." Answer Zahra.

Fia hit her forehead with her right hand.

Yes, God, you are fair. You created a girl as pretty as her but not as smart as she looks.. Inner Fia was inexhaustible.

"Fir, you don't go into the heart of the tears on my face. " Zahra looked at Fira with a threatening look.

"What do you mean?" Fira doesn't understand.

Zahra rolled her eyes lazy, "I gini tuh just ekting so I can get sympathy Alif. " Zahra's lying.

Fira held onto his chest, it hurt to know that his loved ones had to be played by Zahra.

"Zahra, you're too much of a person. Inget, Ra, he's your teacher and no one else. " Fira was angry at what Zahra had said.

"Ah, lebay lo. Mending you go away, don't be a drama gini in front of me."

Resisting the heartache, Fira clasped her fists tightly.

"Ra, inget, that whatever you do now you will reap in the future."

"Mending lo get away from this place before I punch your ass-so-so-faced face with all the talk shows, go!" Get rid of Zahra impatiently.

Fira was a bit surprised by Zahra's scream, but was immediately overcome by breathing slowly.

"Fi, I went to class first yeah, assalamualaikum..." Pamit Fira leaves before she hears Fia's reply.

"Getishalight." Reply Fia sympathized. He knew that Fira must have felt pain because the person he loved was played by others. But Fia also did not want to blame Zahra, Zahra was still in a confused step. He was closed off to others.

Zahra looked at Fia, there was something strange about her.

"Fi, how do I notice the longer the day aja skirt that you wear to school. Yesterday, up to the knee, now up to the ankle." Zahra looked confused.

Fia looked at the skirt she was wearing and the clothes she was wearing. Already closed the aurat, only he had not used the hijap.

"I miss Him, Ra." Fia replied with a smile.

"Him?" Zahra did not understand.

"Our true love.."

"Huh"

Zahra was confused by all of Fia's answers which seemed like a riddle.

"Zahra, I want your skirt under a little, so as not to accentuate your thighs too much." Fia asked carefully.

"Follow"

"Yes, we're in yuk's class." Take Fia and draw Zahra's hand to follow her.

Him, who is He?

Seriate..