Bad Girl Insyaf's
CHAPTER 5

Sure enough, when all the students have entered the class and sit in their respective places. A teacher named Bu Astuti entered along with a bespectacled boy with a high flattened posture, black skin is sweet, there are dimples on both sides of his cheeks when smiling. It's like an Afghan artist.

Bu Astuti invited the new students to stand in front of the class to introduce themselves to all students of second grade Nusa Bangsa High School. The new disciple in his friendly style nodded.

Introduce yourself according to the teacher. The glasses boy looked groggy. Seen from his words that stammered several times.

"Asalamu'alaikum, everything. Introduce my s-name, Hafiz," said the new student who turned out to have the name Hafiz.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, hi, Hafiz," replied all the disciples almost simultaneously.

"I moved from a remote village in east Java there. I can go to school here because of student duties" Hafiz explained later. While all the students in the white class responded to Hafiz's explanation with a nod, understand. There are also those who whisper about the sweetness of the dimpled teenager.

"If you get a student duty means you're a smart boy dong!" screech one of the students.

Heard one of his students. Bu Astuti also explained who and how the figure of Hafiz, his new student.  That Hafiz was a good figure and did well in his previous school.

After a procession of introductions was enough, Astuti invited Hafiz to sit down. "Please sit there, Fiz!" abu Astuti's edict pointed at the empty bench located in the corner of the class.

Hafiz nodded then sat down on the bench. Then prepare his stationery, and all follow the subjects taught by Bu Astuti with solemnity.

After almost two hours of struggling in class with lessons that drain the mind and energy. Now it's time to rest. Time shows at nine past forty-five minutes. Hafsha decided to go to the musala to perform the duha prayer.

It is not expected that Hafiz was there, in the midst of prayer duha.

"Masyaaallah," murmured Hafsha, amazed at Hafiz's piety.

Hafsha really unexpected turns out in this millennial era in the midst of rumors of juvenile delinquency whose behavior na'udzubillah increasingly uncontrollable, there is still Hafiz a pious teenager.

A few seconds Hafsha was stunned at the doorway of the musala while observing the solemn back of Hafiz with his prayer recitation.

"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, take care of Hafsha's eyes" he said. Trying to wake yourself up from daydreaming. Then rushed into the musala, to the woman's room and then performed the prayer duha.

When Hafsa was raising her two palms to chant the do'a, Hafiz's voice was heard. So sweet.

"Masyaa Allah, he is also good at teaching turns," he hissed. So that he chanted the do'a, and even listened to Hafiz teach from behind the curtain. Hafsha drifted away to hear Hafiz reciting the Surah of Ar-Rahman so freely. Hafsha shed tears.

What else when Hafiz came to the thirteenth verse that sounded.

(fa bi'ayyi aalaaa'i robbikumaa tukazzibaan)

Meaning .... (Which favor is your Lord denying?)

Hafsha's tears grew louder considering so many of God's blessings that he should be grateful but, instead, Hafsha complained more often than grateful. Hafsha was ashamed of God.

Hafsha lowered his head while silencing his mouth so that his sobbing was not heard by Hafiz.

Until it does not feel Hafiz reading has reached the end of the verse. The seventy-eight verse.

(tabaarokasmu robbika zil-jalaali wal-ikroom.)

Meaning .... (Holy is the name of your Lord the Owner of Glory and Glory)

After that, Hafiz's voice was heard no more. While Hafsha was still trembling his tears would not stop flowing.

Then Hafsha sighed and exhaled slowly. After the calmness in his soul returned, Hafsha immediately rushed into the classroom.

The deg!

It turned out that Hafiz was already there as well, sitting on his stool while reading a book. Hafsha hesitated about getting into class. Again he was stunned in the doorway.

Shortly after, Chelsea came and patted Hafsha on the shoulder. So Hafsha jumped in shock, conscious of his daydream.

"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, ngaggetin aja you Chels," said Hafsha half whispered. So that invites a faint frown on Chelsea's forehead. The tall girl with clean white skin, sharp nose, blushing lips, long straight waist hair was astonished to see the strange behavior of Hafsha.

"What's wrong with you, Sha?" chelsea asked, his net followed where Hafsha's eyes were looking.

"Oh, that's to, that caught your attention. Hmmm," teased Chelsea while elbowing Hafsha's arm.

"What the hell," said Hafsha while allowing her hijab, groggy.

"What the hell, ciya ciye, kham khem, not very clear," said Hafsha in a whispering tone.

"You like it, same Hafiz?" chelsea asked in a whisper.

Hafsha turned the middle-eyed ball while shaking his head. Then sit on his bench followed by Chelsea.

Hearing someone coming, Hafiz put his book on the table and looked at Hafsha and Chelsea with a friendly smile. Hafsha also smiled towards Hafiz while nodding softly. While Chelsea just silently observe the behavior of his best friend with the new student who looks groggy with each other.

"Why with them?" chelsea gumam. Then sit on the bench next to Hafsha and play mobile while waiting for the bell sign to ring.

Hafsha sat quietly. While occasionally glancing at the phone screen owned by Chelsea who were watching Korean dramas.

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As usual after school hours were over, Hafsha was always standing in front of the school gate waiting for a pickup car. Even with Chelsea.

"That's my pickup car coming. I go first, Sha," said Chelsea. Then went into his car after hugging and cipika cipiki with Hafsha.

"Yes. Be careful Chels," said Hafsha as he waved at the Chelsea car that had started to run away from him.

"Hufh, Mr. Dadang where the hell, kok has not come too," murmured Hafsha while wailing.

"Asalamu'alaikum" said a man from behind Hafsha standing.

Hafsha looked back, looking at who the owner of the voice was. It turns out he's the new student, Hafiz.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Hafsha in a soft tone almost inaudible to Hafiz's ears.

Hafiz's smile that showed dimples on both sides of her cheeks made Hafsha stunned.

"Sugary," hiss Hafsha involuntarily.

"Ma-sweet, what's sweet?" ask Hafiz not understand. So that his forehead shrunk faintly.

"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, watch your eyes, take care of your heart, Sha," muttered Hafsha as he lowered his gaze.

"Ma'af" said Hafsha.

Hafiz just nodded slowly in his heart still wondering about the peculiarity of the attitude of the girl whose beauty was near perfect who was standing in front of him.

"Oh, yes, you must have known my name. But I don't know what your name is yet. May I know your name?" hafiz asked, cupping his hand before Hafsha.

"Eum, my name is Hafsha,"

"Hafsha, nice name," hafiz said.

"Thank you" replied Hafsha. Still looking down.

Soon many of Hafsha and Hafiz's classmates, especially the girls, approached to their feet. The students try to attract the attention of Hafiz. Some offered a ride, some invited lunch, some offered Hafiz, to visit the house of one of the students.

"Thank you for all the offers" Hafiz replied, cupping his hands in front of the girls who swarmed him.

"I go first. My pickup car has arrived" said Hafsha, waving to Hafiz. However, it seems that Hafiz did not hear. Hafsha's voice is disguised by the boisterous voice of the girl introducing herself and scrambling to attract the attention of Hafiz.

Hafsha smiled amusedly at how the girls swarmed Hafiz. Hafsha giggled beside his car parked on the side of the road in front of the school gate.

"Sorry, don't touch me, we're not mahrams" Hafiz said as he pulled his arm. Then it passed away from the crowd of girls of its age. Hafiz was born into a religious family. So do not be surprised if he understands a little bit more limits and adab in associating with the opposite sex, akhwat.

Hafsha smiled in amazement at Hafiz's words. "Masyaa Allah," he said, then got into the car, and asked Mr. Dadang to drive his car.

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