The Little Doomsday of My Heart

Prologues

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The sound of wind blowing that cools the body and the sound of river water waves colliding with wooden boats can make Alya fall asleep along the way.

Alya Mukhbita, or commonly called Alya. A plain 17-year-old girl from the village who intends to continue her education to the city. Alya is a cheerful, humble, diligent, and unyielding girl. She graduated one of the boarding schools in her village. Because of Alya's persistence, he was able to graduate at one of the State Islamic Universities in the middle of the city. Alya's parents were farmers. He intends to pit his fate overseas to raise the degree of his parents and later devote the knowledge he can in his village.

But, to get to the campus, Alya had to take 2 hours of water and 30 minutes of land travel.

This is where Alya's journey in the city will begin..

"Yoo. until Yoo. sampeee..." Shouted the boat driver to all passengers

The driver's voice woke Alya up. The head that rests on the body of the ship began to stand up. swerving left right makes sure that it is true that the ship has been leaning. Alya got up and took turns to get out of the boat with the other passengers.

"Where's the deck of goods ?" Ask the dock porters to Alya

"That pack of purple suitcases equals a black tote bag" Alya pointed while busy with her cellphone to order a taxi online

Although Alya is a village girl, before leaving she was equipped with messages from her parents who are much more experienced when traveling to the city to buy agricultural needs. Alya knew what to do when he arrived.

The pelvic porters brought Alya's belongings out of the dock to the online taxi waiting area.

"Here you are, sir, this is for you" Alya gave tips for the pelvic coolie as a sign of gratitude for bringing the goods

"Thank you"

After 10 minutes of waiting, there came a white car that stopped right in front of Alya.

"Alya yes ?" Ask the taxi driver online from inside the car, while looking at a girl wearing a robe and a long hijab and carrying a lot of stuff

"Yes sir"

"I'm sorry, can you help me put my stuff back ?" Pinta Alya was polite

"Of course"

"Huf.. Alhamdulillah" Alya's inner heart after casually sitting in the car

Alya's eyes could not be seen off the road. Seeing the very different atmosphere of the village made Alya look more and more at her. Scorching weather, vehicle fumes and the sound of horns accompanied his journey. Different when in the boat, in the car Alya just can not sleep.

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The atmosphere in the car was so clumsy, actually Alya was a bit scared because this was his first time to the city. Plus it must be 1 room together with an unknown person to make Alya more silent.

"To the Islamic University is it deck ?" Ask the driver to melt the mood

"Yes sir is right"

"Tuition there, huh ? Where did it come from ? It doesn't look like anyone here"

"Yes sir Alhamdulillah graduated there, I am from the village of Muara pak"

"Ohh pantesan was picked up at the dock, far away also your trip yes deck, to the city must cross the river first, not to mention plus the jams"

"Hehe yes that is how sir should be enjoyed for the sake of being able to go to college" Alya replied with a small laugh

After 40 minutes of travel Alya arrived at the campus. The building of a large building towering made Alya's eyes widened to look at its beauty. The crowd of people who were busy with their activities made Alya confused.

drrrtttttt.. drrtttt.

"Assalamualaikum, Alya has arrived ?" ask the woman in the call

"waalaikumussalam, already Ma'am.. has just arrived, this Alya must go in which direction huh Bu ?" alya asked confusedly

"you go straight, until you meet the junction turn right, the road continues until you meet the public phone and turn left" said the woman explained

"well Mom"

krttttttttttttt.

"third turn right, the public phone turn left" Alya's inner voice tried to memorize while tracing the path

after 10 minutes of walking there Alya in a green 4-door boarding house located right at the end of the alley.......

"Alya ?" ask a woman of maternal stature with a negligence of short-sleeved flowers but wearing a hijab

"i.iya.. hmm Ma Asri ya ?"

"hahahah . yes" *plakkkkk.

"let's take you to your room"

door number 2, that's Alya's room..

"this is your room, please clean your belongings.but if you are tired of rest first do not papa. Mother's house is in front of the alley that has a stall, if there is nothing do not hesitate to call mother yes" said Bu Asri

"well Mom"

Step by step Alya entered the room. Costs size 3 by 6 meters with 1 room, kitchen and 1 bathroom that will be his temporary home during his lecture in the city. Alya got the boarding information from the campus social media. Many boarding owners who are promoted when they enter the new school year. Of course, there must be many new students from abroad who want to find a place to live. Alya felt lucky and grateful to meet Kos Asri, yes as the name suggests it has Bu Asri. The mothers who met him. Thank God the cost is quite comfortable for him to live.

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Hii..

I'm Alana..

This is my first novel. A novel I wrote on a semester break. There are certainly many shortcomings in it. Please support all my friends so that I can keep up the spirit of trying this new thing. I want to share the story behind all the stories I'll make later. Hopefully there are lessons in every story that friends can take.

Hope all my friends like the story. Take the good and throw away the bad for each of my stories later..

thanksnothanks..

Read on Alya story ..

How does life go in the city ?

Will life in the city still make Alya an innocent girl ?

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waiting for the next episode &

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Happy reading: )