Bad Girl Insyaf's
CHAPTER 3

"Eum, brother, since when was it?" ask Hafsha gerogi. Wrong attitude.

"It was just a few seconds ago."

"Oh, what's needed, huh? Tumben no wind, no rain, really ...." Hafsha did not finish his sentence. Because the one he called the brother interrupted with an oddity.

"There should be a wind just as rain can you?"

Hafsha chuckled while tidying up his hijab. Wrong attitude. "Eum, it's not so ...."

"Keep how?"

"What's it gonna take, brother?"

"There's no need for anything. Just want to talk to you. Can you?"

"Eum, can. But ...." Hafsha's speech paused because the bell sound of the entrance sign rang.

"It's time to go to class, brother."

"Yes, yes already, the conversation continued later on after school. You're not in a hurry, are you, coming home?"

"I don't think so, brother. What's up, huh?"

"Let's go after school I'll tell you. Now go in yuk!"

Hafsha. "Yes Brother. Asalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Then the two split up. Hafsha got into her class, and vice versa.

Upon reaching the doorstep of the class, Hafsha is intercepted by Chelsea and the gang.

"Loe, what's the relationship with Sister Tirta?" ask Chelsea without saying anything.

Hafsha. "There is no relationship."

"Don't lie! Why were you sitting there together?" cecar Chelsea pointed to the direction, the place where Hafsha and Tirta had been sitting.

"Eh, what's going on? Instead of going to class, talk in the doorway. Come inside!" the teacher said with a firm tone.

Hafsha and Chelsea and their gang nodded. Then go in and sit according to the teacher's word.

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After school Hafsha stood in front of the gate waiting for a pickup car. Before long Chelsea and the gang came along with Lena, Tasya, Ranty, and Sela. The four companions looked up when they met Hafsha as if they never knew him.

"Wait for an invitation too?" tanya Hafsha base stale trying to melt the atmosphere. However, only responded with a cynical glance and a sneer from his four friends.

Now everything is cold and frozen.

"Sha," Hafsha immediately turned towards the source of the voice. Even with Chelsea and the gang, and when you know who the owner of the vote is. Chelsea's face turned sour.

"Eh, Brother Tirta. What's up?"

"Lho, what's wrong? It's not like we agreed to talk after school."

Hafsha nodded slowly at his misdeeds. While Chelsea was very upset with the sight he witnessed.

"Sir Tirta, the drivers broke down?" sahut Chelsea stepped closer and immediately stood in the middle of Hafhsa and Tirta.

"Yes, you know where?" Tirta's forehead frowned faintly.

"What the hell, Chelsea don't know."

"Eum, how about we go home together, brother. Get in my car!" bring Chelsea.

"Ma'af, I still have to be with Hafsha. So, you go first!" I did not accept the rejection from Tirta. Chelsea looked at Hafsha with a threatening look before finally going home first because the pickup car had arrived.

Hafsha and Tirta are left. Hafsha felt uneasy he had to be alone with men.

"Eum, what does Tirta need? Better hurry up and go. It's unethical, brother, if we're alone here. While the school situation has begun to desolate."

"Alright Sha, so gini it's actually been a long time I've wanted to say this. But, my courage has only just gathered now." Tirta looked wrong, gerogi.

"Yes, what's wrong, brother?"

"Sha, I like you. Will you be my lover?"

Deg.

Hafsha's heart felt like it was about to pop out. This was what he had been waiting for and hoping for a long time. But now he knows that courtship law is not allowed in Islam. However, he also loved Tirta very much. His heart was eager to receive the love of the idol.

"If you have not decided to accept or not my love. You can answer sometime Sha. But don't be slow, yeah!"

Hafsha had not had time to answer the invitation for himself and also Tirta came.

"Eum, ma'af Brother, my invitation has come. I go home first. Next time, the screw."

"Yes, my invitation has also come. I'm waiting for an answer from you as soon as possible." There was a smile on the tip of Tirta's thin lips. Sweet. A hopeful smile.

Hafsha waver, confused. Rejected, love is not denied sin. He returned to his dilemma, his faith faltering again. Bad thoughts to go back to the way they used to be. The desire to remove the hijab in order to be with Tirta continues to haunt.

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