Bad Girl Insyaf's
CHAPTER 8

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"What's wrong with you, son? I think there's more to mind, huh?" said the middle-aged woman sitting beside Hafsha in a soft motherly tone. Hafsha only smiled. Feeling awkward. Inner rumbling. Question after question arose in his mind. Who will be the figure of a foreign woman who is pretentious and pretentious close to him.

"Oh, yes, my name is Mareta. Just call me Aunt Reta!" said the foreign woman, holding out her hand as if answering the confusion of Hafsha.

Hafsha nodded respectfully and shook Mareta's hand, and mentioned her name as well. A sincere smile, as well as shady eyes, and Mareta's gentle touch are able to make Hafsha hypnotized. So the veiled girl immediately felt comfortable confiding in Mareta, the woman she had just met for the first time.

Both of them were in a warm conversation like friends. Tell me about a lot of things. Until the chat returns to the main topic. When the middle-aged woman saw the sad eyes of Hafsha as if she was carrying a heavy burden of life. Mareta asked what was going on? And persuaded Hafsha to share his story with him.

Then Hafsha finally told everything about his intention to sell the house as well as the condition of his mother.

"Lha, take him where is your father?" ask Mareta, curious.

"My father disappeared in the tragedy of the sinking ship accident, Auntie," replied Hafsha. His face suddenly glum. It was clearly so great his longing for the figure of the father.

Mareta rubbed Hafsha's shoulders trying to channel strength and calmness. "Patience, ma'af, aunt has made you remember a tragedy you may want to forget."

"Yes, it's okay, Tan."

"Eum, by the way you have a picture of the house? Aunty can see?" mareta asked to break the silence. After that, the two of them were silent to each other.

"Oh, there's Tan, just a second!" reply Hafsha, while reaching for the cellphone in the mini slempang bag. Then show the photos in the gallery of his cell phone, and explain the intricacies of his home.

"So long as the house is sold, where will you live with your mother?" mareta asked, glancing at the veiled girl sitting to her left.

Hafsha sighed and then exhaled slowly. "Entah Tan, maybe I'll find a small contract if the house sales money will be left over after paying for the medical expenses Mama."

Mareta nodded. Both are silent again.

"Lantas how your mother reacted later after knowing her house was sold. Are you sure it's not bad for his health?"

Hafsha pensively listened to Mareta's words. "I didn't think it was there, Tan." Mareta nodded again and the two fell silent again.

"I am also very confused Tan, if not selling the house directly from where can the cost for the treatment of Mama. Where the number is not just hundreds of thousands, but tens of millions. But really what Auntie said, later how do I explain to her, and how about after knowing her house I sell and then Mama even anfal."

Again, Mareta rubbed Hafsha's shoulders channeling strength.

"Let's tell you what, your Mama's hospital fee will cost you. You want ya, get help from auntie!" mareta said, holding the fingers of Hafsha.

"But Tan, we're new. Is Aunt sure you want to help? After all Hafsha did not want to trouble Auntie," replied Hafsha refused.

"Not bothered. Anyway you should be willing to accept help from aunt. Point!" force Mareta.

"Yes, the guarantee will be home, Tan, if I can not return the money Aunty," said Hafsha.

"We'll think about it later. Now we go to the hospital, yuk! We take care of his administration so that your Mama's treatment continues," asked Mareta, rising from her seat.

Hafsha his eyes glazed over in his heart unceasingly giving thanks to the presence of the Almighty God for sending him a wingless angel.

"Thank you Tan, earlier," Hafsha said in a raucous tone. Then she hugged Mareta tightly and unceasingly thanked her, and the glass that was in her eye was broken.

Mareta let go of her embrace and rubbed the soft, loving tears of Hafsha. Mareta did it because she didn't have a daughter. While his only son is studying abroad.

After meeting with Hafsha Mareta, she is convinced that the girl she met is a good boy. His determination was strong to raise Hafsha as his daughter.

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Since that day Hafsha was adopted by Mareta and her husband Joseph. Or what Hafsha used to call the father of Jo and Mareta as Mother of Reta.

Although Hafsha's house was bought by Mareta and Joseph, but the couple still let Hafsha and Mama and Mbok Nah live there. Even the house was given to his adopted daughter.

Evidently from the home certificate that was originally in the name of Hafsha's biological father and changed ownership to be in the name of Joseph, now changed to be in the name of Hafsha completely.

However, during Hafsha's appointment as the son of Mareta and Joseph, he had never met his adoptive brother Tristan who was still studying abroad there.

Once his adoptive brother returned to Indonesia, but coincided when Hafsha was studying tour out of town. Had not met, Tristan had returned abroad.

Now Hafsha has graduated from High School, and has entered college at one of the top universities in his city.

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Trii!

Hafsha's cell phone rang as she stepped in the corridor of the campus to go home after class. So he raised a call from Mareta who informed him that today Tristan will return to Indonesia after completing his study abroad there.

Hafsha was excited not kepalang, because he would soon meet in person with his adoptive brother. During this time he and Tristan only communicate via telephone and video calls only.

"Alhamdulillah" said Hafsha, girang. I can't wait to meet my sister.

"What's wrong with you, Sha? I think very excited," asked Chelsea who had just aligned his steps next to Hafsha.

"Eh, Chels, are you going home?" ask back Hafsha. Because even though one university the two friends took different majors.

"Yes. Well, asked even behind his name," said Chelsea. Hafsha chuckled then asked for ma'af and explained that his adoptive brother today will be returning from abroad.

"Well, cool dong. Don't forget about it!" chelsea Pinta.

"Yes if you bring souvenirs" said Hafsha. Not sure his foster brother will bring souvenirs.

"Yes time from abroad years back home not brought souvenirs. Surely bring it even though it might just be a keychain as a souvenir."

"Yes, I'll share it later. You will never know Tristan."

"Yes indeed! Comblangin all who know my soul mate," said Chelsea. Expectantly.

Hafsha simply shook his head while chuckling. Then the two said good-bye, and went home.

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The afternoon came, and Hafsha prepared to meet the dinner invitation at her adoptive parents' house. We welcome the arrival of the brother.

However, when Hafsha arrived at the house of his adoptive parents it turns out that the brother had arrived at the house an hour before his arrival.

"Well, means I'm late dong, Bun, welcome Tristannya?" hafsha whinek. Feeling guilty.

"Nothing," Mareta replied in a soft tone.

"Oh, yeah, hold it now where's Brother?" tanya Hafsha can't wait to see Tristan.

"still shower. Just wait a minute out the person," said Joseph, then say goodbye to his office because there is a file that must be sent via email. Hafsha. Then sit on the living room couch reading a magazine. Waiting for her sister to finish her bath ritual.

Mareta who originally accompanied Hafsha sat on the living room sofa was part of the bath. Hafsha sat there alone.

Before long, a person's footsteps came down the stairs. Hafsha turned to the source of the voice.

It turned out to be the sound of his adoptive brother Tristan's footsteps.

The veiled girl then put the magazine she had originally read on the table. Then he stood waiting for his brother to come closer.

Hafsha suddenly gerogi, his heart thumping and increasingly misbehaving as Tristan drew closer to him. His adoptive brother looks handsome in Hafsha's eyes despite only wearing casual clothes, white T-shirts and black shorts limited to the knees.

Hafsha flirted for quite a long time. With Tristan. The man with a tall posture, flap-haired, white skin, had a sharp nose and his soothing shaded eyes stopped his steps. Then stand looking at Hafsha within a few meters.

It seemed that the two of them both admired each other in silence.