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The Bad Influence

Chapter 6.

For two days Haikal was at home. He had also searched for the whereabouts of Nayana Wulan Fajrani—but unfortunately, he did not find it everywhere.

She never said much to him either. On the day before he stayed, he only said he would stay for a while. After that, he would go look for an inn. But which inn, he did not tell.

There was indeed his father's family here, but he had remarried and did not care much. There was also the Eteknya— familybut as he knew, they lived in the city. But did she really follow him there?

And today, Kauman and Dawiya plan to move to the city of Pariaman. Very far from the house they had previously occupied.

Haikal himself was worried about whether to join or not, because he felt he still had unfinished responsibilities.

“You sure you don't want to come?” ask Dawiya who asked how many times he persuaded his son. “Bundo is moving, you know. Not a picnic.”

“I still want to be here, Bun.”

“Then who takes care of you later? Mending if there's a bini. You're still bujang.”

“Prieve Yes, Bun. Hopefully hastened.”

“Always have a candidate?”

“Not yet, but again in incar.”

“Not Naya, right?”

“Not!” rebut Haikal, “calonku is still a girl.”

“Oh, kirain,” said Dawiya sounded relieved, “Bundo does not matter who you want to marry. But if Naya does, frankly Bundo disagrees. In addition to widows, barren, her age is also much different from yours. After all other girls are still many, you just choose.”

“Iya, know,” Haikal rolled his eyes lazy.

“For so long you are close to him, that is what makes us anxious. But fortunately if not.”

“I just pity, Bun... as bad as her husband, tortured every day but no one wants to help.”

“You know for yourself the consequences of helping him. See us, now we have to move.”

“They only inflamed once, there is no way they would do that again. You guys are too excessive to want to move everything. If they know that Bundo's father went—, they are happy because they feel they won. So they're getting stronger.”

“Already, it's okay. It's all been happening. After all, we also want to try a better business in the city. Who knows your father's fish sales are more advanced there.”

“Leave the address alone, Bun. Later I will follow,” said Haikal finally.

“Bring wife?” kekeh Dawiya's.

“Ya, can. Bring your kids.”

Dawiya grew increasingly laughable at his confession. “If you already have a candidate, Bundo can disguise him now, Kal. Why wait again? It's mumpung we're still at home.”

“I'm still thinking.”

Dawiya shook his head in astonishment. There are so many things that he does not understand about the thought of his son that sometimes strange, complicated, a lot of consideration and quite confusing!

In the afternoon, Haikal just drove his family to the side of the highway. They waited for a long bus headed for the city.

There are a lot of messages that Kauman and Dawiya are saying. Actually, they were so worried about leaving their child alone. However, they could not impose the will of his son who wanted to stay.

“Bundo believes you are mature and independent. That's what makes us sure we leave you.”

“Never steal again, yes. We don't want you to get to jail,” Kauman said after hugging his son.

“Appointments, youho.”

“Appointments.”

“Good.”

Bus has stopped, Dawiya rubbed his son's head, “We go first, yes, son. Don't follow us for long.”

Haikal. I don't know what feelings are covering it. The first time in her life after she grew up, she found herself crying when she saw the long bus carrying both of their parents away.

“May your wish be reached.”

After returning from there, Haikal went straight to the house of his two friends. He just wanted to make sure, did they get home safely?

“Tek?” haikal's greeting to an old woman as soon as he reached the house of Dawn, one of his friends. Seen the old man Fajar was weaning rice beside the house.

Until not how long, he stopped his activity and turned his head, “Iya, what's wrong?”

“The dawn is inside?”

“Fajar has Etek enter into his Pesantren. Depart yesterday afternoon.”

“Pesantren?” haikal's birthday with eyebrows almost fused together.

“Yes, rather than going to jail first, Etek better put it in there. Later out-going can be the right person,” he said in Padang language is very thick.

“If Galih Etek knows no?”

“Galih also. They left together yesterday, we were the ones who took him there. May you also quickly follow so that later you do not affect my children again,” he explained without looking at him. Haikal knows himself enough, this guy doesn't like him very much for a reason.

“Tell your parents, if educating the child is right, do not just feed, it is so left to grow alone without teaching. Then how, how is his son not dilapidated? Do they think educating a child is easy? If it is big like this, where can it be changed again? Moreover already know the thief is delicious.”

Deg.

Etek Nay's words were indeed slow, but it deeply pierced the recesses of his heart. He is considered to have had a bad influence on others. Unfortunately, his parents' names were also taken. Maybe this is also their influence going?

His parents were the best parents he had. About the wrong path, not those who want, but the choice itself.

He was not well fulfilled at home, so he wanted to look elsewhere without wanting to trouble his parents again—though the way he used was wrong.

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In the evening, as promised, Haikal returned to Beringin. As usual, he traveled by torch. Arriving there—precisely in front of the mosque, he first stood and stayed for a moment to see the building.

It felt like he was so embarrassed to set foot into this sacred home realizing how broken he was. If they knew who he was, would they be angry?

Without a sound, he stepped foot inside. He felt a very empty and empty heart. Where is his life goal now? He felt alone and was on the wrong path.

‘Why should I be Ustaz Salman?’ his mind is so sorry. ‘What should I say to them now and where do I start?’

It was then that he felt that God was truly present and close. The habits he has been doing so far make it less if he leaves. He always needed prayer, because thus his heart became calm and comfortable. The book he read made him a pussy. The written Arabic letters are increasingly interesting to memorize further. This is how the Lord miraculously misses His servant.

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Seriate.

I loh, horrified.may this reading be safe to read during fasting, yes.I am afraid to reduce your reward.