That's so dirty of me

Holy Prison

As-Sauqi boarding school suddenly became excited because of the arrival of a large family who were no longer strangers to the students and students there. Not usually the family comes in groups like this, unless the boarding school is celebrating or making Islamic big day events. However, this time there was no celebration or event that they would celebrate because it was not yet the time.

The arrival of the large family group became the center of attention for santri and santriwati not because it is not usually they come like this, he said, but because in the company of the great family there was a girl who was very different from all of them.

The family is famous for embracing Islam in kaffah or in other words they are very living the Islamic values in their family. However, it is very surprising if one of their family members is different.

She, the girl who always walks with her face down and looks very strange for santri and santriwati who pay attention to her.

Wear a very minimal gray white SMA uniform. The sepaha ash skirt that shows the skin is smooth white like milk in the eyes of men and with a white uniform that shows the shape of his body is very tempting.

The girl just lowered her head, it was very noticeable that she was very excited to be in this new place. It was very clear from his attitude that only looked down and never raised his face.

When the group had reached the residence of the owner of the boarding school, the family group was immediately welcomed by the owner of the house. Without waiting for a long time, the owner of the house immediately let the large family entourage enter, not least the girl.

While inside, the girl remained adamant with her attitude. That is still subject to the face and do not care about the surrounding environment.

Others chatted coolly and laughed happily, but the girl was indifferent to her surroundings. It is better to be silent and silent than to speak, but not to be listened to. That's her desperate thinking.

"So, this is Zahra?." Ask the Catholic priest of the house and the owner of the boarding school As-Sauqi.

Well, that girl is Zahra. It is only natural that his attitude is like that, because he never liked where he is at this time. Well, Zahra's new neighborhood.

Zahra just kept quiet, not responding. He prefers silence for now.

"Yes, this is Zahra my last son." Answer Abi spirit.

The Ustad Catholics stared in amazement at Zahra who was now bowed to ignore her surroundings. "Ma shaa Allah, this is Zahra, beautiful pisan, Arul. More beautiful than I imagined.." Praise the Catholic Ustad fascinated by the beauty of Zahra.

Abi smiled warmly, turning his gaze to look at the princess who was still acting cold. "That is the power of God who has given us this wonderful trust." Gratitude abi sincere from his heart.

"Ma shaa Allah, the power of Allah is great. Eh but, by the way Fatimah you used to crave what well came out as beautiful as this.." Temptation of the Catholic Umi who is now sitting next to his last daughter, Zahra.

All those who heard him laughed immediately, the innocent question of the Catholic Ustad made them think very far.

"Ah ustad, her cravings are like ordinary mothers.mau her asem-asem.." Answer the shy umi who was immediately greeted with laughter by all of them.

"Ih, abi flirtatious pisan..kok nanyaknya so anyway? like umi never cravings.." Suddenly the wife of Ustad Kholic came with her pouting face.

"Gosh, umi, abi is just kidding.do not take it seriously or.." Obviously a Catholic ustad while seducing his wife.

"What a joke, bi?"

"I'm sorry or umi, because Zahra is Arul's last beautiful child pisan.."

"Zahra, you mean our future tea abi?" Ask me spontaneously without regard for the surrounding environment.

"Our candidate?" Zahra asked started to make a sound.

"Yes, Zahra is-"

"Santriwati candidates in this boarding school, Catholic." Sergap abi cuts off the speech of the Catholic ustad.

Ustad Kholik and his wife looked at each other immediately, then finally laughed gigglingly realizing something.

"Oh, so this is our candidate tea. Uh, that means santriwati tea here.ma shaa Allah.gelis pisan.." Praise Ustad's wife sincerely from the heart.

"Abi also said what, mi, neng Zahra tea gelis pisan like her sister Annisa.." Praise the Catholic Ustad once again.

Zahra immediately snorted in annoyance when she heard Annisa's name mentioned. He felt annoyed because the beauty of his face was related to Annisa. He does not want.

"Yes or abi, Annisa's sister so downhill or beauty to Zahra.."

"Yes umi, abi tau." Abi was happy.

"Zahra, are you ready yet to study here?" Ask the gentle Catholic Ustad to Zahra.

Zahra raised her head reluctantly, looking at the owner of the voice master. After a few seconds he looked at the face of the Catholic priest, Zahra immediately smiled cynically while throwing his face away.

Seeing the situation, Abi immediately threw the Catholic and his wife code that Zahra was in a bad condition or angry.

Understanding this, the Catholic Ustad began to take another step.

"Ehem, Marwah...Marvah..." Call the Catholic Ustad to the girl named Marwah.

Suddenly from behind, a girl of Zahra's age appeared.

"Well, can Marwah help you?" Ask Marwah politely to the Catholic Ustad.

"Some, please take Zahra to Paradise's room. Zahra must be tired of traveling so far, so Marwah please take Zahra to her room well." Ustad asked sincerely.

"Well, ustad." Answer Marwah short but full will be polite.

Marwah began to move closer to Zahra.

"Come on Zahra, Marwah take you to the mbak's room." Invite Marwah politely while touching Zahra's shoulder to help Zahra stand up from his seat.

Zahra brushed off Marwah's rough hands, not liking Marwah's attitude which looked pretentious to Zahra.

Glancing cynically, Zahra ignored the girl's surprised expression. "Mbak mbak, um I'm a waitress what you call mbak!," Angry Zahra was offended.

Marwah froze, looking very shocked after getting a hostile attitude from Zahra.

Patting his shirt, "And yes, you don't have to touch me again like that. Don't get along with me." Zahra doesn't want to repeat the same thing. Isn't it obvious that Zahra doesn't like strangers let alone someone who is suddenly nice to her, hell she still doesn't forget how it feels to be betrayed.

Standing up, he looked straight at the pale face of Marwah who still could not say anything. "Pointing me the way." Zahra's instructions sounded cold.

Hearing that, Marwah only nodded in understanding while carrying out his duties as a guide for Zahra.

Zahra walked lazily as she headed for her room. On the way to his room, Zahra became the center of attention of the santri and santriwati.

In response to this, Zahra did not think of them as living beings, as inanimate things, which is what Zahra thought of them all. Zahra does not care about the words and opinions of people about her at this time. For him like this is a normal thing because he knows how it feels.

"Mbak Zahra pisan gelis tea, Zahra mbak skin is also smooth white like milk. Must be an expensive treatment huh mbak?" Suddenly Marwah's innocent voice staring at the amazement of her clean skin made Zahra intrude on her activities.

However, Zahra silently did not respond, she preferred to be silent at this time.

Marwah is still not willing to give up, she continues to try to attract the attention of Zahra. "In the city of Zahra mbak must often go to the skin care salon, huh? in the city, everything is very expensive, surely Zahra has a lot of costs for skin care, huh?" Marwah asked once again to start a conversation with Zahra.

As usual, Zahra only responded in silence. There's nothing else.

Then, Marwah looked at Zahra's long black hair that was now being loose, then there was a sweet fragrance coming out of her hair. "Ma shaa Allah, good hair and fragrant again. You must be wearing mah-shampoo"

"Whispering!." Cut Zahra annoyed to hear the ramblings of Marwah who had continued to disturb him. Is not it clear from his expression that he is in good condition.

Glancing annoyed, "Lo can not be silent?, so people really chatty. " Anged Zahra doesn't want to be disturbed anymore.

Marwah once again froze, angering Zahra once again scaring her. "Sorry, Marwah was wrong and Marwah promised not to do it again to Zahra." Marwah apologized sincerely, realizing that Zahra was indeed unable to talk if in a bad mood.

Ignoring Marwah's apology, "Where are we going this way?, hot, don't let go!" Zahra asked to switch the conversation.

"Through here, ma'am, if we turn left it is a dormitory of men and women are very forbidden to enter there." Said Marwah giving info to Zahra.

Zahra stared at the building where the male santri was, which was quite large for Zahra.

"Why can't girls come in?" Zahra asked doubtfully, because they are all students here. Then why should their movements be restricted considering they are also friends, classmates maybe.

Marwah was a little surprised, "That's because we're not muhrim, mbak." Marwah is confused.

"Oh." Zahra's response was brief.

What does muhrim mean?

"Well, if this is a school building. Just like a school, we also learn but our lessons with regular school are a little different.." Marwah explained the school building that Zahra had noticed.

I hope so, too, but your little version is too much for my version.

"Looking in as usual?" Ask Zahra lazy.

"Yes mbak, we're in as usual at 07:00 in the morning." Reply Marwah enthusiastically.

"Oh, as expected. This is a bitch. " Murmured Zahra was upset.

Marwah muttered Zahra samar, "Why mbak?" Ask Marwah quickly.

"So. There's nothing." Answer Zahra lazily.

From a distance Zahra can already see the mosque building is very large and spacious.

Seeing that, Marwah also began to be excited to introduce Zahra this new place. Given the curiosity Zahra increasingly appear and come out spontaneously.

"That's the As-Sauqi mosque mbak, beautiful well." Marwah.

Without Marwah realizing, there was a thin smile engraved with a thin lips of a ravenous Zahra. Whether on purpose or not, but this makes Zahra look different than usual.

"This mosque is deliberately built larger and wider to be able to accommodate all santri and santriwati when praying or teaching. Inside the mosque it is d-"

"Is it far away?" Cut Zahra fast.

"Aah?" Marwah answered spontaneously.

" Well, no, let's just get to it." Answer Marwah gelagapan.

Zahra just nodded boredly, what was in her mind at the moment was that she wanted to quickly lie down on a soft mattress and wrapped in a warm thick blanket. He wanted to fall asleep for a moment, eliminating all the chaos today that just kept swirling around in his head.

"Alhamdulillah mbak, we have finally arrived." Marwah said thankfully.

Zahra looked at this female dormitory building in front of her.

"Where is my room?" Zahra asked coldly as she could not help the sleepiness and fatigue that kept gnawing at her eyes.

"This is the room in front of my own mother, tuh in front of the door of the room mbak written 'Firdaus' room'." Clearly Marwah pointed to one of the rooms that was more akin to a classroom.

Zahra widened her eyes in surprise to see the place that Marwah called the room was more suitable in the so-called warehouse.

the room was exactly like the one in his dream.

A medium-sized room containing about twenty ordinary mattresses lined up neatly. Beside the mattresses or precisely on the wall of the room stands approximately about 20 medium-sized cabinets that are neatly arranged and neatly.

The place does look like a warehouse, but in it the items are very neatly arranged. Although very many residents but the cleanliness and neatness of this room is quite awake.

"I shouldn't be surprised by any of this. Everything was as I thought, I was dumped in a place like this was a natural thing. Because no one really cares about me there. In a place I call 'Home.' " Murm Zahra murmured to herself.

Zahra bowed her face deep, she felt sad and chaotic as she recalled the events that followed her and she was hurt.

Zahra took a heavy breath, staring at the coldness of the floor she was on right now. He smiled bitterly realizing how despicable he was in everyone's eyes so that there was no place to return at all for him. And this further drove Zahra to the brink of his heart wound that was getting bigger and bigger. And it was very torturous for Zahra.

"Mbak Zahra let's go in, Marwah will introduce you to all the inhabitants of this room. In other words, it's all of our families." Invite Marwah to sound very happy.

Zahra was silent, she did not respond to Marwah's invitation at all. However, strangely Zahra stepped into the room that they called the room. Zahra entered the room with her face still bowed.

"Mbak Zah -"

"Where's gue sleeping?" Zahra asked coldly cutting Marwah's words quickly.

Marwah was silent, like she was thinking about something. Not only was Marwah pensive with Zahra's attitude, but all the room dwellers were silent and it became a wonder why the city girl was cold on her first day meeting them all.

"Gue's tired.." Zahra sounded very deep.

"Gue needs a break, please."

All silence no one answered, until suddenly came a girl of the same age as Zahra who was wearing her closed syar'i clothes approaching Zahra.

"it's perfectly fine, if you want to rest then rest. Go ahead, sleep in this bed." The girl replied, taking Zahra to one of the beds and gently sitting down.

"Friends, let Zahra rest first. Because of the long journey from the city to our boarding school, Zahra was exhausted, so let him calm himself while we went to pray magrib in the mosque. Once Zahra has improved, then we will listen further about her." Said the girl friendly.

They all nodded in understanding as they moved to take their respective muknah and walked out to the mosque.

Marwah walked up to the girl with her leg face.

"Thank you so much Dira, kare-"

"You don't have to thank me, Marwah. After all he is no one else to me, he is a very special person and I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, meeting him in person." Cut Dira happy while walking out of the room where Zahra was asleep.

"really?" Marwah doesn't believe it.

Impatiently, Marwah asked another question. "How could Zahra be such a special person to you?" Ask Marwah curiously.

Dira averted his eyes to look at Marwah's face inside, lapse a few minutes he also showed his smile while swerving spoiled.

"Now, I don't know either." His answer was short while pulling Marwah's hand walking towards the mosque which looks already crowded santri and santriwati in his.

 

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Zahra squirms her body on a cotton mattress that feels very uncomfortable in her body. This movement has been done so many times in just a few minutes.

He turned to the right, then to the left, slapped his body and various positions he tried but still he still felt uncomfortable with the position.

Being too bored and tired of changing positions, Zahra finally decided to get out of her bed and switch to looking for items that her family brought to this place.

Zahra rolled her gaze across the room to find the position of her suitcase, and it turned out that Zahra's suitcase was standing firmly beside the door along with several large white plastic bags.

Zahra looked at the scene with her cynical gaze.

"Oh, shit!" Umpat Zahra was upset to feel desperate because he found the package contained a light meal or side snacks.

"You don't have to bother giving me cheap food like this, I can still buy it with my own money." Grumpy Zahra to herself.

Suddenly from the outside came the sound of heavy footsteps of people who were running around decorated with happy laughter whose voice sounded all the way inside.

Zahra sighed in annoyance, in her heart she could not understand why all these happy-looking girls were dumped in a place like this.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahiwabarakatuh.." Their greetings abounded as they ran into the room.

Zahra did not answer the greetings from the girls, instead Zahra was seen shaking her head while trying to ignore the commotion caused by their conversation.

"Assalamualaikum mbak Zahra." Greetings Marwah politely while sitting next to Zahra.

"Hem.." Zahra's response was brief.

Marwah gulped bitterly, realizing that Zahra was not an easy person for the second time.

"Where can you, my body can't do it now?" Ask Marwah carefully.

Zahra was seen breathing heavily, impressed not to like Marwah's question.

"Lo cataract, well?, you think this is a good mattress for my body!. Used gini mattresses are screwed instead of making my pegel better, uh it's even worse.." Zahra replied annoyed.

Marwah again gulped bitterly, as she had expected. It's very difficult.

O God, can Marwah carry out this task? Batin Marwah is doubtful.

"Oo.em.., mbak Zahra again settled well, here Marwah help." Marwah tried to divert the conversation .

Marwah pulls the suitcase in front of Zahra and intends to open it.

"Necessary, I can do it myself. Instead of me ngerepotin lo, mending you throw away the package in front of me." Zahra said as she went with her suitcase leaving Marwah.

Marwah turned to look at the package Zahra meant and moved closer to him.

Marwah noticed these 3 large parcels with astonished facial expressions. He could not think of the packages in front of him, if not needed why Zahra had to take him to the cottage.

Out of curiosity, Marwah also moved to open one of the packages.

"Ma shaa Allah." Shouted Marwah surprised by the contents of the package.

All the girls who had just arrived in the room panicked and rushed to Marwah.

"Asstagafirullah, Marwah why are you tea?" Ask a girl with a breath.

"Me?, I'm okay, Tia." Marwah answered while looking at Tia the empu who asked with a confused look.

"Lha, if you're okay then why is your tea screaming? where your voice is the loud tea pisan.kalo in the same horror mbak Nabila surely we all tea will be legal because it is considered to have made a fuss.."

"Asstagafirullah, sorry guys. I've made you all worry. Hm, I'm actually just surprised to see all these big packages." Clarify Marwah while apologizing to her roommates.

"Emang this pack is ken-"

"Ma shaa Allah, this food is a lot of tea. Where did you buy Marwah? all this food looks expensive, where'd you get your money, Marwah?" The other girl who opened the other package.

Hearing that all the girls moved to open the other package while being amazed because they never saw this much food.

"Oh, this is tea not mine but all of this food has Zahra's mother.." Marwah answered clarifying the misunderstandings of her friends.

"Zahra's? the new kid?" Ask Siti.

"Yes, who else wouldn't he be."

Answer Tia briefly.

"Yes, from the looks of it we already know that Zahra is the son of a rich man.." Said Siti while nodding her head.

"Alhamdulillah.ada then-"

"It's not ours, Ifa." Cut Kaila fast, Firdaus's room chief.

"But Ifa laper kak, if you wait for dinner is still an hour away, while Ifa's stomach already feels like it's in crumbs.." Ifa replied with her pale face as if she was enduring the pain.

"Fa, hold on a little bit no ap-"

"Rather than I throw it away, you better eat all this food. It would be a shame to throw it away." Zahra mediates their debate.

"Sirr Zahra is serious?" Marwah asked carefully as well as in disbelief.

Zahra nodded steadily as she walked closer to the bed she was sleeping on.

Staring at the ceiling of his room, "Temen lo looked pale, it seemed like he had indigestion. He may have acid reflux disease." Zahra said as she spread her body casually preparing to close her eyes.

"Thank you, thank you very much Zahra. We're all lucky one room is the same you.." Kaila said thank you sincerely.

"Hem." Zahra's response was relaxed.

"Temen-temen, since this food is quite a lot, what if we divide all this food into other rooms.." Kaila, the chairman of the room voiced his opinion which was directly agreed to by the others.

Zahra scrunched her forehead against the instructions of the hooka.

Why them-strange!.

Seriate...