Betting Love Above Destiny
8 Were hit

Zaskia took a deep breath, after all her thoughts were unable to stop her. And all the questions that had lined up neatly in the mind, could not find an answer.

"O Allah," he told the Owner of Power with a glaring gaze. His determination was more and more unanimous to ask Irfan Arafka Wafdan directly, about the truth. Because deep in the recesses of his heart, Zaskia never believed in the charges against the handsome young man.

Once again, Kyai Fadholi's daughter - the al-Hasyimi branch - was staring at the fence of the hall that had collapsed due to an incident a week ago, by Masayu who tried to crash himself into Arafka's motorbike. And again Zaskia gaped at the words of Arafka at that time, then back in disbelief more deeply pierced the heart. 'No way, Mas Rafka did that heinous deed. I can't believe it at all' whispered Zaskia's heart in silence.

There was a roar of motor that had been memorized from the direction of the gate, Zaskia immediately stood up, he was sure it was Arafka who came. His intention was already round to ask now.

The beautiful girl took a strong breath, gathering all her courage. Because he had never spoken in privacy with Arafka, although the name of the handsome young man he always mentioned in prayer.

Unexpectedly, it turns out that the black CBR motor actually stopped in front of the hall, where Zaskia now straightened her body. However, the beautiful girl had to swallow disappointed, because the one riding Arafka's motorbike was not the owner. But, Adli, who is known to be Arafka's best friend.

"Assalamualaikum, Ning Zaskia," said Adli.

"Waalaikumsalam" said Zaskia.

"I delivered a message from Davina to Meidina Shafa, to go to the hospital now," Adli said in straightforward language, as if the young man was in a hurry.

"To the hospital?"

"Yes, Mother Fatimah Hospital," explained Adli. Mother Fatimah Hospital, is a hospital owned by Al-Hasyimi pesantren.

"Why did Davina send Meidina to the hospital?" Zaskia asked not understanding.

"Davina's a freak, now she's in the hospital."

"Accident?" Zaskia immediately jumped. As he remembered, the three of them had gone to the boarding school library. And then only Madina and Nabila came back first to the dorm. Why can now, his fellow student kulliyatul mullimin was in an accident.

"Because of Rafka's hit," Adli said that again brought a second shock to Zaskia.

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"Dec Rafka!"

The young man who was laying his head on the table looked up. His handsome face looked crumpled, his gaze even withered, describing a sultry fatigue. Not only because of the lack of time for a pair of eyes can be closed, but even more so with the problems that are happening now.

"Mas Azmi, Mas Nizam." Arafka greeted the two men with scabies and sarongs with a smile. A smile that erodes all the fatigue that radiates.

Azmi and Nizam are two of his seniors in Al-Badar. Both also played vocalists in the sholawat group.

"Where, Deck?" Azmi asked who immediately sat beside her. And Nizam followed.

"He's being treated by the doctor inside!" Appoint Arafka in the patient's ward in front of her.

"Where did it happen? How did Rafka Deck hit?" Ask Nizam.

At that time, Arafka was traveling while driving. Wandering with his mind that flies in various directions and does not get an estuary. While the big motor continues to drive without knowing that the employer is not in a state of full consciousness.

"Yes, we understand Rafka's current situation ..." Azmi breaks the sentence just like that, because she feels she will not be able to find a good sentence to reconcile Arafka's feelings, in the problems she is facing.

"I have two days left, Mom. And to date, I have not obtained any evidence to defend myself" Arafka lamented in a heavy voice.

"God, who will defend you, Deck," Nizam hoped in a pinch of prayer and great hope embedded in his chest.

"Amijin ... But, I am not his good servant, Mas. All this time, I've used more of my time to ignore HIM, than to remember HIM" he said with all humility.

"By Allah, the Mercy of Allah is Extensive. Don't give up." Azmi patted Arafka's shoulder slowly which immediately nodded and bowed.

"Why isn't Rafka sowan on shaykhona?" ask Nizam.

Shaykhona is the name for the great nanny of Al-Hashimi.

"Yes, Mas. I have been there twice. But he hasn't come from Tuban."

Azmi and Nizam could only look at each other. Despite their overwhelming desire to be able to help. However, at this time all such efforts were still at a dead end.

Adli came to that place. "Rafka, I heard from ustadz Rahman, that Shaykhona had come from Tuban" he said directly, even before his body was intact near them.

"Oh yeah? Thank goodness." Arafka gave thanks with a relieved smile. It seems to be finding a speck of hope now. That is the defeat of Shaykhona for the problems he is facing. Whatever the dawuh will be, he will definitely undergo. Even though it is a very bitter thing, for example, he was charged with guilt and had to marry Masayu.

All of Arafka's close friends - especially his fellow Al-Badar personnel - knew quite well how obedient and obedient the handsome young man was to Shaykhona. To Arafka, Shaykhona was like the sun in the darkness of his soul. And like a stick in a blind direction.

And among Arafka's close friends also knew that the handsome young man often got education directly from the shaykhona, in the form of a tip or advice, which from every advice obtained, he said, the handsome young man tried to run it obediently.

This is a privilege of Arafka that is not widely known by other students. That usually, for students of class Arafka, it is not an easy matter to be close to a big nanny, let alone get education directly from him. Because Shaykhona does not plunge practically in the field of education in Alhasyimi. There is already a teaching board, in every level of education, both at the formal and non-formal levels in the modern salaf pesantren.

"Well, Dik Rafka will face him tonight! At this time he certainly still needs a break after a long trip," proposed Nizam who immediately got approval from Irfan Arafka Wafdan.

"Assynogaic"

The greeting began the presence of two beautiful girls in that place. One is beautiful, even can be said to be very beautiful, wearing an orange hijab that increasingly illuminates the beauty of its face. Everyone knows that she is Zaskia Arifa, daughter of the Kyai Fadholi-regent Al-Hasyimi branch.

And the one, a soft barreled nan ayu that adorns his face with a wide phasmina, combined with a long abaya of matching color. A graceful impression radiated from its appearance.

"This, Madina Shafa yes," Nizam said to the second girl.

"Right," he said along with a friendly smile. "Which room is Davina in?" He asked quickly, because he felt impatient to immediately see the condition of the friend.