The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 1. Prolog /Murid exemplary

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...*PROLOG*...

...At first I was just a high school student, I was 17 years old. I once had a good dream about my bright future, at first I thought that I would be able to achieve that dream.....

...But one night, I spent an unexpected night with a man whose age was far away from me. That night took everything.......

...And that night, I lost all my dreams. I have to bury him, I have to accept all the insults of people, my father has to suffer for my mistakes. Everyone hates me and my father, they kicked us out......

...It was all because of that man, the man who had taken away my chastity and he did not want to take responsibility. My youth, my dreams, everything is destroyed because there is a seed in my womb. I was pregnant out of wedlock, as a woman I was the one who felt most disadvantaged. To endure all the suffering, the humiliation of society. What exactly is my fault? I'm just a rape victim, but people don't want to understand and it's still the woman who bears shame, disgrace....

...At first I blamed her presence, but I realized that this child was completely innocent. The man did not want to take responsibility, until one day I married a man who was willing and forced to marry me for the sake of the baby I was carrying......

...While my baby's father? Where the hell is he?...

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That night in heavy rain, in a two-story house, with sky-blue paint.

A young girl with her distended stomach was sitting together with a handsome man in a white suit.

They both looked happy, the man stroked the woman's stomach gently and looked at her affectionately.

"Is he kicking today?" asked the man with a gentle smile on his face, looking one sweet dimple on his cheek.

"Yes, brother, from this morning he kicked on. Like she misses her father" said the beautiful girl in a pink hijab, smiling sweetly at the handsome man in front of her.

BRAKK!!

"Who did you say his father?" asked a man with a soaked body standing in the doorway. The man looked at the pregnant woman and her husband with a sharp look.

The deg!

Why is he here?

The girl trembled to see the figure of the man in the doorway of her house. Same with the husband. She looked at him with cynical eyes, as if unhappy with his presence.

"I was the baby's father and I should have been her husband! Satria, you'll have to talk him out soon! Then give her and my son back to me!" the man said firmly to the man named Satria. His eyes stared furiously at Satria.

"She is my wife forever, and I will never let go of her sister" Satria replied firmly, clasping the pregnant woman's hand tightly.

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And this was the beginning, it started 8 months ago...

"Let's have a big round of applause to welcome the best champion in our school, Amayra Alifya Husna!!" said a middle-aged woman standing on the stage with her big smile calling out that name.

PROK

PROK

PROK

A standing ovation for the girl, Amayra Alifya Husna, made the fanfare on the school grounds look spacious. An elite High School in Jakarta. The students and schoolgirls dressed in white ash lined up in the field neatly.

"Congratulations!! congratulations Amayra!!" shouted a short-haired girl with an ash skirt right on her knees. The girl smiled and shouted Amayra's name.

A veiled girl, with a pretty face, red lips as red as that pomegranate, walked towards the stage. His feet stepped up two steps to get on the stage.

The girl is Amayra Alifya Husna, 16 years old, intelligent woman who is known sholehah, kind and friendly by her friends and people around her.

As soon as the white-veiled girl took the stage, a woman in teacher uniform carried three large trophies in her hands that were reserved for Amayra. The cup reads "Public champion, Champion 1, the other one reads exemplary student", this is the 4th time he has won the title since Amayra entered the elite school, beating the children of rich people who tutoring private desperately to get good grades.

But Amayra did not take tutoring at all, because the economic condition of her family did not allow to be able to take tutoring like friends at school, even to eat alone maybe it was quite difficult. Because Mr. Aaron's father, just a garbage man even so Amayra is always grateful and not ashamed of his condition.

"Congratulations, this year you will be the best graduate again. Hopefully in the future you can maintain this achievement and improve it" said Bu Maya, Amayra's homeroom homeroom teacher in the IPA XI class.

"Thank God, thank you. This is all because of the guidance of the father and mother teacher as well" That's how he said when he got favors and praise from the people around him and can not be separated from his friendly smile.

Principals and teachers are proud of students like Amayra. A girl who is different from other girls, beautiful, kind, exemplary, friendly, sholehah, even though she is not from a rich family. His humble attitude makes him liked by many people, but where there are people who like there are also those who hate. Hate the envy of the success of others.

Amidst the applause in order to congratulate Amayra who won two awards, there were 3 girls who just kept quiet with their annoying faces.

"Just get rich awards that's so arrogant, what the hell use sok an sok and say alhamdulillah? sok alim really" Angel chirped with her cynical smile.

"True Angel, his style is exorbitant only get awards like doang" said his friend named Naya who does not like Amayra.

"She throws charm let the boys on a crush with her, usual tuh.namanya gembel up the class" scorned Reina on the hijab girl who was still standing on the stage.

"Lo said my best friend was arrogant? sok an? spread charm? hey, can you guys not be rich on your own? can't get her rich awards?" the short-haired girl on the three girls who fell down. She is Fania, a close friend of Amayra and her best friend.

"If you envy Mayra, say dong! don't talk about it" said Anna, who is also Amayra's best friend.

"Anna, I'm so sorry to know why you're friends with the rich ash they both are. Mending you feel the same as us and the same level lo" explained Reina to Anna who incidentally comes from a rich and distinguished family, unlike Fania and Amayra who come from a humble family.

"Sorry yes, if you're the same you're not a winner. But gang gang an. And you don't insult my best friends, you're not the same level as them" Anna said defending her two friends

"Yes, I already ingetin Lo ya" said Angel with his cynicism.

The three girls had indeed always shown their dislike for Amayra, probably out of envy for her. All the attitudes and words of Amayra had always been regarded as vanity. Humans do not always have a good heart, positive thinking, there are also those who hate because of envy.

After getting the award from the principal and teachers, Amayra came down from the stage, carrying both large trophies in his hands. Amayra just smiled happily without showing any arrogance.

Praise be to Allah, I am in this position. You must be happy, especially this time I have money, usually to help you, he said with gratitude to Allah SWT.

"Woah!! congratulations to my bestie!!" Fania hugged her friend with pride, feeling that she got trophies and awards.

"Congrats yes May, I already know that you must be champion again. No one can beat my best friend" Anna also feels proud of her best friend who has 2 years and 4 consecutive semesters of awards.

"Thank you, thank you, friends. So now we're in third grade, right? not feeling we've had 2 years together" Amayra smiled widely, she did not expect that time was so fast passing and she had stepped on 3rd grade.

"Well, we're third grade. Surely the lessons are getting harder, especially mathematics" grumbled Fania who is less adept at saying math subjects.

"Just be calm, don't think of third-grade math. How about if we go on vacation, there is still 2 weeks right before going to school again?" ask Anna and offer her two friends for a vacation.

"Vacation?" Fania and Amayra were both surprised to hear the word holiday. It must be spending money, spending time, that was how Fania and Amayra thought in her heart.

"Oh, sorry Anna. I am rich at home, help my father" replied Amayra rejecting Anna's invitation.

"I can't go either, I don't have any money" Fania replied honestly

"Look, it's only been two days and it's free" Anna smiled at her two best friends.

"Free??!" upon hearing the word free, the two girls' eyes immediately opened wide.

Everyone congratulated Amayra on her achievements. Her friends increasingly like and appreciate Amayra, although she was always a champion but she was never arrogant or stingy to share knowledge with others. He always helps people who ask for help if he is able.

Despite being among the rich, Amayra was able to adjust even though at first she was difficult to get into the school because of a scholarship. But after two years at the school, no one considered Amayra to be from a modest family, they valued her for her accomplishments and humility.

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After school, Amayra went straight home on public transport as usual. He went down in front of an alley, that alley was the way to the residence of Amayra and her father.

With a joyous and flowery heart, the girl hugged two trophies that would make her father proud. "Definitely proud of me, this year I won again. I bought his favorite fried father before going home" said Amayra with a cheerful smile

Amayra approached a traveling fried trader, he took out 20 thousand money from the pocket of his uniform. "Sir Mamat!"

"Eh and Mayra? are you home?" mamat asked the middle-aged man of the traveling fry seller.

"Just got home sir. Sir I want his fry dong twenty thousand yes" message to Mamat who is frying fried in a frying pan.

"Mayra can you wait a minute? you are still fried" said Mamat kindly

"Yes, no papa. I'm waiting here sir" Amayra sat in the long chair there.

Mamat smiled to see Amayra carrying two big trophies in her hand. Mamat had guessed that Amayra won the title again like in previous years.

"Sure sir Harun is very proud to have a rich child neng May. has been beautiful, pinter, sholehah, well, surely the future of Neng May is also very bright,"

"Thank God, thank you. But don't praise me like that sir, I can fly later hehe," Amayra smiled humbly as usual.

"Neng Mayra likes it. But if you become Mr. Aaron father would be proud to have a child like Neng Mayra, look at the father's son but he likes to smoke, drunk, he also does not want to go to school. She's totally misguided" Mamat told me about her daughter who dropped out of school because she was in a motorcycle gang.

"Mothers can't talk that way about fathers. If the father's son goes wrong, continue to guide him sir. Do not be bored reminding him, I am sure later the father will understand the father" said Amayra encouraged Mr. Mamat to guide his son.

Just talked about, Mr. Mamat's son came to Mr. Mamat and asked for money. Her clothes were defiant, her hair was dyed in red, her nose was pierced, she looked like a thug.

Mamat hopes that she has a child like Amayra who always makes her proud and keeps her family's good name even though she comes from a poor family.

Amayra went home with a piece of fried food for her father. Not forgetting that the girl said hello.

"Assalamualaikum daddy.I'm home,"

"Waalaikum salam" replied Mr. Aaron who was sitting on a wooden chair. His feet look hurt.

"Dad! Dad why dad??" amayra asked worriedly to see Aaron's injured left leg. Amayra immediately put both her trophies on the table and approached her father.

"Ah.. father is okay, son" replied the man while enduring the pain in his leg.

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