Trapped in Child Love Ustadz

Lose the Bet

Brak!

The motor driven by the Emperor fell while cornering the road and made the rider fall slammed away from his motorbike. The fall of the Emperor tonight during a wild race made his genk friends stare in shock in disbelief.

The emperor they had expected to win the bet instead fell on the last round and made his genk lose heavily in the big bet tonight. “Basic maker shit!” swearing one of his genk friends while kicking the item in front of him.

“For the Emperor, our genk was heavily outmatched by the Reno genk!”

“This cannot be allowed! We must teach a lesson to the Emperor!”

The Emperor and Reno who became motor racing jockeys on this night have put a very large nominal money on the betting table. Each of them has bet 50 million rupiah and whoever wins will get 100 million.

Both are indeed very superior in mastering the wild race track tonight. The emperor himself was famous for his extremely reliable and invincible motor racing jockeys. Unfortunately this time he actually slammed from his motorbike which suddenly lost its direction right on the turn road and of course made him unable to win the wild racing bets tonight.

The cry of victory genk opponents sounded faint-faced in the ears of the Emperor. “Argh! Damnit damnit! I have to lose tonight!” the Emperor tried to get up and stand up.

With the road fluttering, the Emperor walked towards his favorite sport bike. But suddenly he was surrounded by his genk friends who stared furiously at the Emperor.

Bugh! Bugh! Bugh! The emperor received a heavy blow from his friends who made a great loss for their genk defeat.

“Basic jockey suck! If you know you will lose the bet this time, we will not appoint you to represent our genk!”

Bugh!

“For these stupid jockeys, we must lose a hundred million that should be ours!”

Bugh!

“We better finish off the Emperor let him know how he feels!”

The emperor who was mobbed by his own friend was now unable to do anything and finally began to become unconscious. Shortly after, the sound of police car sirens made anyone who had a race track immediately run scattered.

“We must immediately run away and save ourselves!”

“Then what about Emperor?” asked Laura, one of the members of the genk who still had a sense of caring towards the Emperor.

“He is no longer useful to us! Drag and just put his body under that long bench. The bike we took in lieu of the betting money he lost tonight!” answer one of the other members of the genk.

Finally the Emperor was put under a long bench and left for granted by his genk friends.

Then the heavy rain immediately flushed the area of the wild race track tonight making the police who were sweeping the area just pass by and do not see the Emperor lying helpless.

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The echoing dawn adhan accompanied Shahla who was riding her motorcycle towards the mosque. Unfortunately the motorbike driven by Syahla suddenly died just like that when he reached the big road.

“Masya Allaah, why should it strike anyway. We are almost at the mosque!” muttered Syahla who immediately pulled over his motorbike and chose to continue his journey on foot to the large mosque which was about a hundred meters away.

But his steps stopped when passing a long bench on the side of the road. There was a human hand that suddenly held his ankle.

“Astaghfirullah! What hand is this?!” pekik Syahla was terrified. He immediately circulated his gaze around him, unfortunately the state of the streets was still very quiet.

“Please me!”

The sound of a raucous voice under the long bench made Syahla crouch down to see who asked her for help.

Syahla's eyes immediately bought perfectly to see a young man covered in blood that had dried up and bruised all over his body. Not only that, the young man's clothes were drenched in the rain last night.

Syahla is now filled with confusion as to how to help the young man, especially the sound of iqomah already reverberating the sign of congregational morning prayers will begin. While he also has never been in contact with the opposite sex.

“Please me!” pinta the young man for the second time.

“Can you stand?” ask Syahla later.

Finally Syahla put away the long chair that covered the young man's body and spread his face.

After that Syahla immediately contacted his younger brother to come pick him up and help him to bring the man to their home.

“Yes Allah, brother, who is this?” asked Syauqi while helping the young man Syahla had found to stand up and clean it up.

“So I don't know deck! We'll take it home first! Brother wants to change mukena and morning prayers first!” the Pinta Syahla that had come looked very dirty.

Syauqi brought the Emperor to their home slowly. Arriving at home, Syauqi immediately took him to the room and replaced his clothes.

While when Syauqi was about to ask his name, the young man was again unconscious. Finally Syauqi came out of her room and waited for her brother to finish his morning prayers.

“Whose brother you met earlier?” ask Syauqi curiously.

“Kakak also do not know, earlier brother found him already battered kayak rowh under a long bench on the side of the road.”

“You've changed her clothes?” ask Syahla who then headed to the P3K box attached to the wall near the dining room.

“Udah brother! But when I asked her name, she fainted again!” reply Syauqi.

“Yes already, now you ask please prepare warm water and bring it to the room! Brother wants to clean the wound first!”

Syauqi obeyed his brother and Shahla immediately cleaned the wounds on the face and hands of the young man he helped. Her job as a nurse in a hospital made her very skilled at cleaning and compressing bruises on the Emperor's face.

After that, Shahla asked her sister to help restore the young man's consciousness by pouring wind oil into his body.

Syahla is now heading to the pantry to make a warm drink for the young man she has just helped.

“Kaaak, the guy is conscious!” shauqi shouted to tell her brother.

Syahla headed to the room with warm tea and asked Syauqi to help the young man drink. “What's your name?” ask Syahla later.

“Ear!”

“Okey! I'll call the hospital to send an ambulance and get you there. You must present special treatment at the hospital!” shahla was immediately prevented by the Emperor.

“Don't take me to the hospital! Please, take care of me at your house!” pinta Emperor.

“Can't Emperor! Our father and mother were away umrah. And you shouldn't stay in my house because we're not muhrim!” shahla.

“I know the boundary between women and men who are not muhrim, and I promise I will not cross that boundary. But please, don't take it to the hospital!” pinta the Emperor solemnly.

“Already brother! Let our Emperor Brother take care of us at home! Anyway there's still a male me in this house!” Syauqi.

Then he approached Shahla and whispered softly. “Didn't the money you currently hold is also very thin?”

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Character Recognition

Syahla Adiba, 23 years old. Nurse in a hospital. The eldest son of Ustadz Rizki who was engaged to Gus Faris.

Emperor Afkara, 26 years old. The motorcycle racing jockey who turns out to be the son of the owner of the hospital where Syahla works.

Gus Faris, 26. Fiancee of Syahla Adiba.