Bad Girl Insyaf's
CHAPTER 7

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"Alhamdulillah!" hafsha said half-squelling in excitement while raising both palms of her hands and then rubbing onto her face. The beautiful girl unceasingly gave thanks to the presence of the Almighty God, for the grace bestowed upon her.

"Truly, Mama and Papa refer again?" tanya Hafsha. Afraid that his hearing was wrong. Hafsha looked at his parents in turn. Enthusiastic waiting for answers from Mama and Papa.

"Yeahaaah! Thank you, thank God!" peekkik Hafsha excited, when Mama and Papa nodded compactly sign that it is true that they have returned to the reference.

Hafsha hugged her father and ran to the sofa across the table, where she sat and hugged the woman who gave birth to her a dozen years ago.

"I'm sorry papa, because he has done the biggest stupidity so far" said Hendrawan while looking down full of regret. Athletic-bodied man was embarrassed because he was fascinated by the beauty of the face and the falsity of the love of the seductress.

Hafsha returned to his side and hugged the man he had always considered a super hero. "It's Pa, forget it. After all, it's all been over. No man is perfect, but at least Papa is aware of the mistake, and most importantly Papa wants to fix it that's more than enough." Hendrawan returned the embrace of the princess only wayangnya continued to kiss the head of Hafsha, a ritual that has long been forgotten.

"What Hafsha said, Pa. There is no point in complaining about the mistakes we have made. It is better to fix it, and try as much as possible so that in the future do not get into the same abyss," added Hilma. Then the middle-aged woman who still looked ageless rose from her seat and joined the sofa occupied by her daughter as well as her husband.

The three of them hugged each other. The happiness that had disappeared has now again enveloped the small family of Hafsha.

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"Asalamu'alaikum, Sha?" greet Hafiz, at the time the veiled girl had just set her foot about to enter the school gate.

Hafsha was a little jumped, startled. Deg ... his heartbeat suddenly intensified when he found out who greeted him. "Wa'alaikumssalam," he replied later, nodding. Not to forget a kind smile he offered to the man who was now standing gallantly in front of him.

"It's very important, thank God, you seem to be happy" said Hafiz.

"Alhamdulillah, happiness is on my side again" said Hafsha.

"Thank God then. I'm so happy to hear that. Let's go to class!" take Hafis later.

"Yes, go ahead!" reply Hafsha, giving his thumbs a welcome sign. Hafiz nodded then went to class first.

Hafsha searches for the whereabouts of his best friend. Who else if not Chelsea. The hijab-wearing girl can't wait to share her happiness with her best friend.

After meeting with Chelsea, Hafsha immediately told about the condition of his family which has now improved. Chelsea are not stopping to congratulate. The long straight-haired girl was very enthusiastic about listening to Hafsha's story.

So cool to chat until not aware if the school entrance bell has rung.

"Eh, aren't you in class?" ask one of their classmates.

"It's time to get in, huh?" hafsha's question of return with Chelsea almost in unison.

"Here, the bell just rang all over the school, the time is not horrified" said another friend.

Chelsea and Hafsha looked at each other, then chuckled, then rushed into the class and followed the lessons taught by his homeroom teacher solemnly.

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Days passed by weeks and months, Hafsha's family life went well. Until one afternoon when Hafsha had just returned from school, found Hilma, the mother, was crying sobbing in the living room.

Hafsha sped up his steps closer to where the mother was sitting and then held both sides of Hilma's shoulders.

"Mama why?" ask Hafsha, confusion.

"Papa you, Sha ... Papa you," said Hilma in between sobs.

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"Pap-papa why, Ma?" hafsha asked, he panicked when he saw his mother panicked.

"The ship that Papa boarded you drowned, and until now the victims have not been found," explained Hilma in between sobs.

"What?" lirih Hafsha, while silencing his mouth that mangap, shock.

Hafsha immediately sat down limp on the floor. Her tears are flowing. Hilma also sat on the floor and the two hugged, still sobbing.

Hafsha's tears grew louder as he recalled the moment the father left to review his project outside the city. He did not expect that yesterday was the last moment of his friendship with the father.

Hilma collapsed and was rushed to the hospital.

Hafsha was shocked when his mother was sentenced to a heart attack. Some days Hilma was unconscious, in a coma.

For the sake of the mother's recovery, Hafsha was willing to pay anything for medical expenses while in the elite hospital. Until it has to drain savings.

After several weeks of treatment, Hilma finally recovered, and was allowed to go home. However, because of depression thinking of her husband who disappeared without a trace he returned to the hospital. Hilma's disease is a complication. Inevitably Hafsha had to use the papa's office money.

Because of Hilma's condition that intermittently must be rushed to the hospital, and it costs a lot. Finally Hafsha closed the company of the bankrupt father.

Hafsha was even forced to fire all the maids and sell her valuables as well as Mama's and Papa's relics.

Hafsha left only a maid. Mbok Nah, his name. The thick-bodied middle-aged woman had been working in her home for decades, since the time when Grandma and Grandpa Hafsha were still alive.

That is why Mbok Nah chose to stay despite knowing his employer was bankrupt, he was willing not paid at all.

"Let me keep working here taking care of Madam. Ndak was paid nothing. I'm sincere, Non," said Mbok Nah. Hafsha immediately hugged the maid he already considered the family. Hafsha cried tears of loyalty and sincerity Mbok Nah.

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After school Hafsha worked as a waitress in a restaurant located not far from his home. While the mother at home guarded by Mbok Nah.

Yes, Hafsha is now the backbone of the family. His work is not how much it is for school costs and daily needs. Sometimes you still have to owe it here and there. Mbok Nah also helps make money, selling fried foods by being entrusted to stalls near the house. As well as opening a small laundry at the house of Hafsha.

When his laundry gets a lot of customers, Hafsha helps Mbok Nah. The morning before leaving school he washed and dried clothes, after school while leaving for work and delivering laundry to the homes of customers.

Despite having to work so hard, Hafsha never once complained. He always looks good in front of everyone. Acting as if she is strong and fine even when alone Hafsha often cries.

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Mbok Nah reported that his condition worsened and had to be rushed back to the hospital. Hafsha was forced to ask his boss for permission to return home early for the umpteenth time.

Finally allowed to go home early after earlier Hafsha got a scolding from the boss. Actually Hafsha felt embarrassed and unwell intermittently had to leave or go home early, but how else would the situation force Hafsha to do that.

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Hafsha ran down the hospital corridor looking for where the mother was being treated. When he found Mbok Nah standing in front of the ICU room, Hafsha immediately approached.

"Mom, how's Mama doing?" asked Hafsha in between his hunting breaths. Boring after running around in panic earlier.

"Set down, sit down!" said Mbok Nah, while patting the empty space on the rectangular bench where he sat. Hafsha also sat side by side with Mbok Nah.

"God willing, Mama will be fine. Now it is being handled by a doctor," explained Mbok Nah. Hafsha nodded in understanding. He tried hard, but his eyes were glazed. The look on his face implied deep sadness.

"I was afraid, Mbok ... afraid that Mama would leave me like Papa, too," said Hafsha, his voice sounding heavy and raucous. A split second later a clear grain slid down his cheek.

"Satv! Don't talk like that, Non. God willing, Mama healed as before," replied Mbok Nah, holding both sides of Hafsha's shoulders trying to strengthen. Although Mbok Nah himself actually felt the same fear.

"Prophey, Nope." Again, Mbok Nah tried to strengthen, while rubbing the head of Hafsha who is now leaning on the shoulder of his right side.

Finally the doctor came out of the ICU room after a long time inside. Hafsha hurriedly stood up and immediately charged the doctor with some questions.

"Dok, how's my mom doing? Is she okay? That's all right, Doc? No one's worried, right?" cerocos Hafsha's. The doctor was silent because every time he wanted to answer the only question, Hafsha immediately asked the next question.

"Patience, Non!" mbok Nah whispered, trying to calm the troubled Hafsha.

"Y-yes, Mbok. Ma'af Doc, I'm afraid something happened to Mama" said Hafsha, then looked down sad.

The doctor directly held Hafsha's shoulder channeling calmness. "Relax, your mother's condition has started to normalize her heartbeat, but she is still unconscious" explained the doctor later.

Hafsha, who was looking down, looked up at the doctor's face. Then the gazes of the two also collide. "Mom in a coma again, Doc?" ask her with a heavy and raucous tone of voice. The doctor confirmed. Sontak made Hafsha shocked. His slim body almost fell to the floor, fortunately Mbok Nah deftly catch and memapah the body of the hijab girl.

How Hafsha is not shocked, this is the umpteenth time the mother is critical. Again must be hospitalized for a time that is not necessarily a few days, weeks or even months. While the financial matters of Hafsha no longer have any savings at all.

Want to ask kasbon to the boss where he works, Hafsha embarrassed. The kasbonnya last month has not been paid off. Hafsha was really confused not knowing what to do?

His only valuable property was the house he now lived in. It flashed through his mind to sell the father's only home. But, Hafsha was confused about where to stay later if the house was sold.

"Do you need me to check?" asked the doctor when he saw Hafsha's body suddenly limp.

Hafsha shook her head to signal that she was fine. "No, Doc, I'm fine."

"Non sure?" press Mbok Well, make sure.

"Yes, Mbok. I'm okay," explained Hafsha as he grasped the wrinkled fingers Mbok Nah.

"Well then excuse me" said the doctor. Then the doctor left after getting a nod of agreement from Hafsha also Mbok Nah.

"Let's sit down, Non!" bring Mbok Nah. Then the two sit back in the long chair in front of the ICU room. 

"Mbok, I want to see Mama's condition" said Hafsha, rising from his seat.

"Non, the doctor has not allowed patients to be seen," said Mbok Nah, reminded.

"I'm just going to look at Mama's condition from the glass" Hafsha replied, pointing to the glass on the door of the ICU room.

Hafsha has not been allowed into the ICU to see firsthand the condition of the mother. He could only see his mother lying in a coma with various tools attached almost all over the body from behind the glass contained in the door of the room.

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She had been hospitalized for a week, but there had been no progress. Still coma. Hafsha continued to be billed on administrative matters. On the edge of confusion Hafsha conferred with Mbok Nah, that he would sell the house he now occupies.

"Are you not sure about this decision that Non will take?" ask Mbok Well, make sure.

Hafsha let out a long breath and then looked down confused. His eyes began to glaze over. Then turned his head and looked at the wrinkled face of the middle-aged woman who had been faithful to accompany her family in any condition. Then he nodded confidently. "Yes, Mbok. I am confident in my decision. If not selling the house from where we can get that much money for the medical expenses of Mama," said Hafsha in a raucous tone. A split second later her tears flowed profusely flooding her cheeks.

"Prophey, Nope!" mbok Nah. Then hugged Hafsha while rubbing the head of the veiled girl who he had considered like his own child. Even with Hafsha he already considers Mbok Nah like a second biological parent after his mother.

Inevitably Mbok Nah also agreed if Hafsha sold his house. How else there is no other way. That's the only way to get money for Hilma's medical expenses.

If administration is not immediately repaid, Hilma's treatment is threatened with discontinuation.

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Already the third day Hafsha looking for people who want to buy a house that is terraced and large enough with a modern style shades of gray and white.

The house still looks beautiful from the outside. The majestic impression is reinforced by the black gate towering with gold-colored flower ornaments. Although the contents in the house have been sold for the cost of treatment of the mother. So impressed empty and relieved.

"Where are you going to find buyers, huh?" Hafsha. He's been driving around here and there, but hasn't got a suitable buyer. All bargained at low prices.

Hafsha took a break, sat in the available chairs on the terrace of the mini market then downed the cold drink he had just bought. Closing the bottle of drink, exhaling its heavy breath. Moisturizing the sweat that soaks the forehead.

Then he looked down and closed his eyes to make do'a. Begging the Esa to be sent down by a helper angel.

Puk!

A pat landed right on Hafsha's right shoulder.

Then Hafsha turned his head, ascertaining who the owner of the soft hand was. His forehead creased faintly as he clashed with the stranger who had been out of nowhere to sit beside him.