Bad Girl Insyaf's
CHAPTER 6

The temptation grew heavier, which is what Hafsha felt.

He was often put together in the work of group assignments at his school with men who tried to be shunned. Who else would that guy be if not Hafiz.

Lately Hafsha often misbehaves and his heart beats violently when close to Hafiz. Hafsha was afraid that he would get carried away. Although now a group with a man who is able to shake his heart, the hijab girl tried to act ordinary. Even though it was very difficult for him.

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"Why, Sha?" hafiz asked when he found Hafsha was unpacking his pen.

"Inkanya. Want to buy into a mall school cooperative, nanggung stay a little more when finished recording his duties," explained Hafsa while returning to tidy up his pen. The look on Hafsha's face looked very upset.

"Are you not carrying a spare pen?" Again, Hafiz asked a question, and was only answered with a slug by Hafsha while snorting in annoyance.

"Yes already, just use mine," said Hafiz while thrusting the pen in front of Hafsha.

"Keep, how are you?" hafsha asked as she grabbed the pen lying on her desk.

"I'm done. Anyway I brought a spare pen," Hafiz said as he rubbed in his bag looking for his spare pen.

"Oh, yes, I use it, if so," said Hafsha as he brandished his pen and was answered with a nod by Hafiz.

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Gossip about the closeness of Hafsha and Hafiz spread to the ears of Tirta, the upperclassman who also served as chairman of the osis. The man who had been rejected by Hafsha on the grounds of wanting to stay away from what is forbidden by God.

"Purely!" taunting Tirta, when he passed by Hafsha.

"What does Brother mean to say that to me?" Hafsha blocked Tirta's move asking for clarity from what he had just said.

"You are a hypocrite. Yesterday I refused on the grounds of wanting to obey, wanting to focus on hijrah, but in fact what? Now even going out with that new student!" ketus Tirta's.

"Dating? Who said I was dating Hafiz? We're not dating.  We just do group work together. Just that, nothing more!" hafsha.

"God, bullit!" Tirta shook his hand in disbelief at Hafsha's explanation. Then leave Hafsha just like that.

After rumors of his proximity to Hafiz expanded. Hafsha met Hafiz, both of whom agreed to keep their distance from each other. If previously they were often one table in the cafeteria or in the library, now the two choose to be far apart. In order to avoid slander.

"You broke up, did you, Hafiz? How are the cakes far away now?" chirps one of the students when they find Hafsha standing alone in front of the school gate waiting for a pickup car. Usually it is always accompanied by Hafiz, just chatting.

Hafsha replied, The car has arrived. "Eum, ma'af I first yes, my pickup car has come," said Hafsha then left the classmate after saying hello.

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Arriving at home, Hafsha is shocked by the commotion that occurred in his parents' room.

Hafsha immediately climbed the stairs with half-step running to the top floor, approaching his parents' room. See what happens from the door that is not closed tightly. Inside, her mom and dad had a big fight. Accustoming the name of one of the women with the title of actor.

Hafsha who did not know what to do chose to go to his own room. Even from his room was clearly the quarrel of his parents. Her tears of sadness were unstoppable as her mother shouted for divorce.

"Okay, if that's what you want, we're divorced! I'm sick of all this anyway!" peekik Papa's.

"I'm sick of it! All this time I've been quiet about your behavior, Pah. My mother has been patient all this time. Not anymore. I'm tired!" reply Mama's tone is louder a few octaves than Papa's voice.

Hafsha was terrified this time his parents had a big fight. Previously it almost never even seemed fine and harmonious. When the sound of goods being slammed Hafsha curled up on the mattress while covering his ears with a pillow so as not to hear the commotion that occurred in the room of his papa mama located next to his room only intermittent one room, namely family room.

"Oh my God, protect my family." Hafsha chanted do'a in the midst of his sobs.

Soon the noise in his parents' room was not heard again. Silent.

The curious Hafsha decided to make sure of the situation in Mama and her Papa's room. Then rushed up from the bed and stepped slowly so that no steps were heard. Rich minds want to turn, lurking into the room of his parents. Inside there only lived her mother alone was crying sobbing.

Seeing such a scene Hafsha's heart was slashed like a sembilu. Be ill. The door that was unlocked, Hafsha opened slowly. Long enough the girl who was currently wearing the black veil stood in the doorway. But my mother was unaware of his existence.

Hafsha's eye gaze circulated throughout the room nuanced blue and white then stopped in the closet of the papa whose door was open and revealed the contents in the closet. Blank. Only a few of his father's clothes were found on the floor.

The suitcase that is usually perched on top of the closet is no longer visible.

Hafsha approached where the mother was sitting on the bedside. Crying out.

"Ma" said Hafsha, rubbing her shoulders. Her mother did not respond and continued to cry. The woman's shoulders before him were shaken so violently. The mama's cry even more so after staring at Hafsha at a glance.

Hafsha hugged her mother tightly. Intends to bring calm. For a long time the two women hugged each other crying. Until it finally calms itself.

"Have you eaten?" ask Mama while cleaning up the remaining tears that wet her smooth cheeks. Hafsha responded with a still bundle while leaning his head on the side of the mother's shoulder. While both of his hands were coiled around the slender waist of the woman who had given birth to him seventeen years ago.

Yes, the woman who has the name Hilma still looks beautiful and sexy even though she is not young anymore. Looks young like artist Dona Harun. It is unfortunate if the papa to be tempted by the charms of other women.

Hafsha was also amazed and curious about what kind of woman who was able to turn her papa face away from the beauty of the mother.

"Coconut yet? Let's eat!" invite Mama who tries to neutralize the situation. Again, Hafsha shook his head and even more tightened his embrace. There were many questions in his mind, but Hafsha was afraid to ask. Afraid that my mom would get upset again. Finally chose to undo his intention to interrogate the mother.

Then choose to invite the mother to eat and continue to coffee together in the middle room. Hafsha tried to act strong in front of her mother. Although he was actually terrified. Afraid that her parents would actually divorce and her family would be devastated.

"Ma" called Hafsha and was answered with a murmur by the mother. "Where are you going? Going for a walk, shopping, or watching may be to calm the mind. Hafsha was ready to accompany Mama, wherever she went," Hafsha bargained to try to comfort her mother.

"No, Honey. My mom no longer wants to go anywhere. Mama just wants to rest in the room," replied Mama while holding the fingers Hafsha.

"Yes, if so Mama just rest in the room, but if you need something just call Hafsha yes, Ma!"

"Yes, dear," replied the mother, then rushed to the room leaving Hafsha alone in the living room.

Sighing deeply, Hafsha rushed to his room. Arriving at the room, Hafsha cried. Confused and scared.

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For five days he did not return home. The mother often stayed in the room and cried. Hafsha's intention to find where the papa is. Hafsha wants to reunite his parents.

Starting by calling all his papa friends and his brothers asked the whereabouts of the father might stay at one of their homes. However, nil. No one knows where his father is. They lie, not honestly.

Hafsha shook his head in despair. The slamming of the cellphone that was originally in his hand to the top of the mattress. "Bad papa!" hiss Hafsha. Clear threads began to flow from his eye patch, point by point hardening wet his cheeks.

Subduing her grief, Hafsha's cries grew as the shadow of her parents' divorce flashed through her mind.

"Who the hell, the woman who could have taken the love of Papa, who should have poured out for me and Mama?" muttered Hafsha while reaching back the cellphone that was originally lying on the mattress. Opens the cipher pattern and starts rubbing the papa to find out, but all his papa accounts are locked.

Again, Hafsha slammed his phone. Emotions rule his soul, eager to scream with all his might, venting anger that rises in his chest, but can not. Hafsha was only able to sob while hugging the bolster tightly.

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It flashed in Hafsha's mind to end his life when his search for the existence of the papa was fruitless. Plus ridicule and teasing from friends at school as well as neighbors who say that his papa digondol pelakor.  Hafsha was heartbroken to hear everyone's abuse. Also embarrassed of course.

Hafsha was desperate and felt as a useless child for both parents. Because he could not do anything when his mom and dad were hit by a big problem like now.

"No, I can't kill myself. It's wrong, I shouldn't have done this" Hafsha muttered, slamming a bottle of floor-cleaning liquid he barely dipped. "Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, what am I doing. I almost did something stupid that would only add to the burden on my parents" he added.

Then sat hugging his knees in the bathroom, crying regretting the stupidity he had almost done.

Hafsha repeatedly said Istighfar. Almost only the devil won, it was fortunate that Hafsha could realize his mistake at the right time. If not, I don't know what happened to him.

At the end of despair Hafsha just remembered the Ustaz. Finally Hafsha decided to meet with his teacher to ask for advice.

The ustaz gave a lot of advice to Hafsha so that the girl who decided to walk the hijrah was strong again.

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Thanks to his patience and unrelenting do'a Hafsha chanted his efforts bear fruitful success. Hafsha managed to meet his father and asked to return home to reunite with his mother. But his father refused.

"Please understand, Sha. The relationship between Papa and Mama can no longer be continued" said Papa Hafsha. The athletic man tried to give understanding to the princess only wayangnya.

No wonder if the women out there are still many who are interested in his papa. Although he is no longer young, he still looks handsome and charismatic. Plus the man who has the name Hendrawan always pay attention to his appearance. It always looks fashionable every day. Cool.

So no wonder if Hafshanya is also beautiful, she was born from a matching couple.

It is unfortunate if his family had to be scattered because of the presence of a third person.

"Pa, at least once give me a chance, your daughter feels the togetherness and warmth of a family that is as intact and harmonious as last year." Again, Hafsha tried to persuade her father to speak heart to heart with himself and his mother.

Although it is not easy to advise people who are being attacked by the virus romance with other women, but Hafsha never give up. Not only once, even until many times Hafsha begged his father also his mother to control each other's egos.

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The day keeps changing, but there is no sign that Hendrawan and Hilma will improve. Although it has been negotiated in a family and has also asked the ustaz to reconcile, but has not found a bright spot.

Though the ustaz has explained what are the effects of divorce. "Divorce is the halal thing that God hates the most" Ustaz said, trying to advise Hendrawan and Hilma in front of Hafsha and other families.

However, Hendrawan insisted that he would make the woman he now loved as a second wife. Even bluntly ask permission to Hilma as well as Hafsha and other family members to remarry.

While Hilma did not want to be mixed up, she was sure that she would not be able to share her husband with other women. Hilma chose divorce instead of being combined.

Hafsha finally chose to resign to face the selfishness of his parents. Trying to be funny even though it is heavy. Hafsha was sure that whatever happened later, it all happened by God's will and was definitely the best for everything.

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"Father!" pekik Hafsha when after school and found his father was sitting on the sofa living room of his house.

The girl who was still wearing a gray white uniform complete with a white hijab immediately ran into the arms of the father. Homesickness, said. Because it's been a long time since we met.

In the white living room there was also the mother there, sitting on the sofa opposite the table made of glass. Hilma sat watching the intimacy between her father and daughter. A smile is painted on the tip of his lips that blush because of the polish of a nude color lipstick.

Dahi Hafsha frowned faintly when he found that papa and his mother were looking at each other then both smiled faintly. Hilma and Hendrawan then looked at Hafsha simultaneously while raising eyebrows in front of the princess.

The strange behavior of his parents made Hafsha so confused and wondered in his heart what really happened to his mother and father.