You're Not the First

asshilant

"Sick ko...", Sofiyah pulled her hand firmly to get away from Basofi but instead her body was attracted and fell into the arms of the lewd man.

"Please ko..! rarely insolent!". Sofiyah tries to rid herself of the man who is now obsessed with her.

He felt very embarrassed because his chest was now in contact with Basofi's chest. Although blocked by clothes Basofi can also feel a chewy object attached to his chest.

Hot air runs through his body and he tries to get rid of his mind that has traveled everywhere. Long time not in contact with women makes it more sensitive and easily excited.

He was astonished at himself. Why at the beginning of his introduction with Sofiyah his weapon never even showed its existence even though he looked at Sofiyah for a long time from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. And lately just by imagining the face of the narrow-eyed girl his weapon is directly on fire.

Basofi tightened his embrace again, "You came to me and asked me to hug". He did not want to give up the opportunity. Basofi is a real jerk.

Sofiya stomped on Basofi's feet firmly until the man let go of his embrace.

"Aww..... shittt....why did you step on my foot?". Basofi stood on one leg and lifted his leg limping in pain from Sofiyah's foot.

"Basar pervert.!", Sofiyah walked out of the room and forgot her original purpose.

" From today on you are not allowed to go home by yourself!", Basofi gave the order.

"Why really?". Sofiyah turned her body around as if she wanted to challenge Basofi and said that I dared to face you.

" You should go and come home with me..". Basofi stared intently at his little girl.

"Didn't want to" Sofiya rejected him firmly. What people say when they see them together is always what they think.

" Why?", Basofi now sat on the sofa taking off his shoes and massaging his legs. Little girl.your strength may be tried, whispered her heart.

Don't call me Basofi if I can't conquer your little cat's heart! Why do you look so cute now? There must be something wrong with my eyes ?. Basofi enjoyed Sofiyah's angry face with her cynical smile.

"I don't want to...!". Sofiyah remained in her stance.

" Why don't you want to walk with a gentleman like me?". Basofi folded his hands and crossed his legs.

"Esteemed man? Where is there a gentleman who likes to play women?".

"You're jealous?", Basofi's heart twitched watching Sofiyah's face trying to look for jealousy on her face.

"For me it disgusts the honorable father Ba-sofi. What should I be jealous of?"

The handsome man widened his eyes upon hearing those words that lowered his pride.

"Get out of my room right now!". He said with anger.

"Owh, with pleasure sir! Perimission!" Sofiya turned her body ready to leave the room of the superior.

"Preparate a meeting later this afternoon with Max Regency! Let no one be missed!". Shouted Basofi in annoyance. His hands clenched tightly because they could not accept the insults coming out of Sofiyah's mouth even though it was true

Sofiyah worked professionally despite being angry with her boss. He can put his emotions aside and follow Basofi's agenda well.

Today is the second day after the death of Papi Sofiyah but she has worked because being at home only reminds her of the figure of the father.

Her father complained of a headache the day before she died. Fortunately after being given medicine by the mother, Sofiyah still had time to massage the head of her papi long enough. Her father even said that she should marry Basofi and be a good wife.

Currently Sofiyah was walking on the sidewalk on her way home while waiting for her recess boss. Sofiyah's motorcycle contact was so forced that the girl complied with her orders.

Basofi's mercy car stopped right next to Sofiyah. Then the door was opened from the inside by the person sitting behind the wheel. Without babibu the little blue-hooded girl climbed up and sat down next to her boss who this time was willing to be her driver.

Because Basofi could no longer bear to start a conversation, "Why are you working? What about mommy? He'll be lonely if you work."

Sofiyah only sighed without answering the question of the handsome man who was waiting for an answer.

His jaw hardened because the girl beside him seemed to think of him as invisible.

It's not lacking sense. His car he clapped and he turned off the engine.

Sofiya who realized that started to be wary. Just being alone in the same car as a land crocodile keeps him on alert.

Basofi looked at her with a psychopathic look and it frightened Sofiyah. He tried to open the door and certainly couldn't because Basofi locked it.

" Ko... Don't mess around!", he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

" Why are you scared, baby? Aren't we husband and wife candidates? ". Basofi brought his face closer to Sofiyah's face that was creeped out in fear.

"Now tell me, why are you working? I can do anything to you. So, never ignore me or I will punish you!", Basofi said arrogantly.

"I-I just remember papi kept being at home...". His face lowered not daring to look at the man who was looking at him sharply.

"How about mom?". Basofi gulped his saliva as something in his body was agitated.

"Ma-mi told me to work!". Said Sofiyah slowly.

Their very close faces allowed the two to exchange breaths.

Cup

Basofi kissed the top of Sofiyah's head wrapped in a veil.

"That's a punishment for you. If you dare not answer my question again I will punish you more than that", He said it with a cold expression while then revived his car.

The frightened girl gulped her saliva while answering yes.

Arriving at Sofiyah's house, Adzan isyak reverberated and Basofi immediately to the mosque after parking his car on the edge of the gate.

Two days he prayed even though only once a day. But it was quite as the beginning of repentance even though only the movement was memorized while the reading only read prayer beads for rukuk, prostration, superstition and others.

The alphatihah reading he had memorized it again and he had memorized it now. Do not ask tajwid and makhorijul letters. Of course it's random because he's just from reading.

Basofi followed the tahlilan event with laziness. Not only because he has not memorized his reading but he also does not know what the benefits are.

After the event was completed Basofi ventured to ask Abah Fani. " Aba, why do we have to hold a message for the dead? Is it beneficial for the dead or for the families left behind?"

Abah smiled at a critical question from Basofi, whom he now knows best.

"When our ancestors were Hindus, they used to perform rituals for the dead from day one to day seven, day forty, hundred and so on.

After the guardians came then our ancestors many who converted to Islam but they still perform such rituals that end contain idolatry.

Sunan Kali keep want to preach but in a very subtle way. Not outright banning their actions.

When there are people who died and will perform rituals like their habits then Sunan Kalijaga enter and replace it by teaching prayers which later became better known as tahlilan"