Woman

Episode 8: Curious

Fira's adjustment after seeing her daughter's reaction.

“Sefti!” he shouted while chasing his son, “That's whose necklace?” asked Fira while pulling her daughter's hand.

“This, friend's necklace, Bun,” he replied casually while wearing the necklace.

“Yakin?” fira's prints don't believe it.

“Iya,” answers sure.

“Kok can be on you?” look at Fira deeper.

“This?” weakened answer.

“What?”

“It ...,” answers stuttering.

“Apaan?” fira Strictly.

“Anu?” He thought he was looking for an excuse. "Mother why the hell? Take care of it, your own business!!!"

“Sefti!” Call Fira in a high tone. His blood suddenly boiled. The little girl with an angelic smile, now dared to shout and scold him.

Fira was also confused. Both have arguments. Hearing the attacks that persist, plus the atmosphere that is still full of frustration.

Sefti can only be silent to hold back the annoyance of the attitude of the mother who he thinks is too curious about whatever he does. He thinks it's a little disturbing. Slightly and continuously urged, the boy finally informed him that the necklace was a gift from his male friend.

Yes, her eldest daughter is starting to know love. Fira was too hard to accept this.

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A little angry and disappointed, Fira told her husband about the necklace. Which of course makes her husband was quite disappointed, because he did not expect at that young age, his son who should focus on learning had even started to establish love.

Grace does not forbid her child to fall in love, only she does not agree with the name of dating, because it does not comply with Islamic law and which will certainly interfere with the seriousness of the princess in the learning process.

A great homework for Fira and Rahmat to run the housewife. At this time the ship had a crew that might endanger the shipping lanes of their household.

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In a crowded place, girls in high school uniforms are calling with fun. She sits alone in the parking lot of a private college in rather bad clothes. Wrong place, obviously. What does a high school kid do in a place like this?

“Oke deh Sef, if you can't come, that's okay! I went there, bye!” he said hang up. The girl with the unkempt shirt threw a careless glance.

“Hey you!” scream someone.

“I?” ask the girl while pointing at herself.

“Iya! How much did you smoke on the ferry semooking areya?” reprimand people who turned out to be parking guards with less clear pronunciation.

“Hah, gini Om, in school I can not smoke, Om! Banned!” he said in a whispering tone while continuing to smoke.

“Om! Om? When did your mother marry my sister!” said the security guard ikesal, he immediately approached the boy with a restraining annoyance.

“Sorry deh!” replied the boy while continuing what he was doing earlier.

“Heh heh there! Far away from here! So stubborn!” command the security guard with his nyolot.

“Iih ... ni .. nih!” gerutu while removing a pack of cigarettes and matches.

"What's this?"

"Don't like it?"

“Nyogok? Sorry, I didn't smoke!” reject the security guard.

“Oh .. yaudah, ni money for Om, but get out there!” he said while removing some 20 thousand pieces.

“Waaduh! Corruptors candidates are children, need to be eradicated!” reveal the security guard firmly without trepidation. However, the boy only laughed amusedly while continuing his smoking activity.

A hijab woman who turned out to be a student there, accidentally saw those who were fighting. He approached the other fighter of that age and tried to advise the girl carefully.

“The woman is the mirror of a country, even if her country is broken. But, with his female attitude and behavior, it could change the assumptions that were circulating. You understand what I mean, Dek!” obviously smiling.

“Bodo! What do I think?” replied the boy went up on his bike and passed from the sight of the security guard and the student.

The student just smiled as he said, “Udah Pak enter, take care of the parking.”

“Siip neng!” Answer the security guard with his ready.

“Ya already then I'm sorry first yes, sir!” he said bowing his head for a moment, respecting the skinny man in front.

“Iya, be careful yes .. Neng.”

After that, the hijab students went to wait at the bus stop. The day was very hot, with the dust flying making the breath feel tight and the brother of the shaved Iceman who passed in front of him further added to the trials and tests for the woman who was fasting.

While waiting for the arrival of the bus he glanced at the mobile phone, it was seen that the time had already shown at 13:21 p.m. People still seem very busy.

“Hopefully not late,” thought for a moment. Soon the bus was coming too.

While on the bus, he sat by the window. Right next to a woman. Accidentally looking at the slightly pitiful-looking woman, her brows furrowed at the figure next to her. With both shoes heels in her hands, her shoulder-length black hair untied, half-dressed under the skirt and half outside, made her want to try to say hello.

“Assalamualaikum!” He dared to say hello. Twice, three times, even four times, the woman did not answer her greeting.

He thought, maybe the woman next to him is a non-Muslim, so he ignored her greeting.until finally he saw a keychain that berlafadzkan Allah tucked in a bag branded owned by the woman.

“Salam is mandatory for Muslims, as well as answering it,” he said again with a doubtful smile. However, the woman looked in a different direction.

"Assalamualaik." The student tried to greet him again. Until finally his yellow palm held the woman's white hand.

“Mbak?” call that student.

“Eh? Who are you?” ask the woman in shock and uneasy with her touch.

"Sorry, I was daydreaming."

"I? You who?"

“Include, I am Sabrina, ma'am,” replied the hijab-wearing woman with a sweet smile.

“Mbak?” ask the woman cynically. “Am I fit to be a mom? Does it look like that?” he continued cynically, the hijab woman just smiled while repeating her words.

“Ya?” ask the hijab woman.

“Do not know!”

“Whose Mother's name is?” tanyanya became curious.

“Mother?” the woman asked, frowning.

“Iya,” replied he smiled feeling bad because impressed always wrong.

“Can, Disa Setiawan!” answer's grunting.

“Is there a problem? Maybe I can give you a solution?” bargained for. Yes, Sabrina is a child who likes to take care of other people's problems. He is a strong character who likes to help anyone who feels they need his help.

“Hii, none of your business!” firmly the woman by his side without looking at Sabrina.

“Hmm ... All righty! Maybe you can share problems with family or maybe even better share with God alone!” sabrina replied casually.

“What?” his question was greeted by the warm smile of the student, the woman could only be silent after hearing Sabrina's words.

Sabrina arrived at her destination, got off the bus and glanced at the woman with the arms of heels who looked very miserable. The woman stood still, looking bathed in blank stares.

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