Hijrah in the Way of God
First Start in High School

"Assalamu'alaikum." Indra stepped foot into his house.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Have you come home? How come home? There's a teacher meeting?" ask Indra's mother.

"No, Mom. There was no teacher meeting," Indra answered lowered her head, afraid that her mother was scolding her.

"You don't have a teacher meeting, why did you come home so late? It's only eleven o'clock. Did you pull it out?" ask Indra's mother again with a slightly hardened voice.

Era's mother raised Indra's face with both hands lowered earlier.

"What's up in front of you?" Mak Era closed her mouth. He looked surprised to see a bruise on his son's face. "You tauran?" tanyakanya.

"No, Mother. Indra is not tauran." Indra shook her head. "Indra was in the corner of the man on the street," he said.

"Ac the crackle? Who fucked you up? Tell me whose mom is it?" Mom Era looked angry. "Let my mother be mocked by people. How dare he ngeroyok mother's most handsome child," said the mother Era. The middle-aged woman rubbed Indra's head.

Indra looked panicked. The boy knew what his mother was like. His mother would be able to embarrass him if he told her everything.

Indra took her breath slowly, trying to calm down. "Indra doesn't know who it is. Indra did not know the person," said Indra lying to his mother.

"Yes, Mother. Indra to the room first want to rest," continued Indra passed to the room.

Inside Indra's room lay her body on the bed. The young man's head was still a little dizzy. He tried to close his eyes, but his phone suddenly rang. There is an incoming message notification from Ridho.

Ridho Lo truant huh, Ndra?

Indra Yes. Why emang?

Ridho Tumben lo truant? Lo sick?

Indra I'm not sick. Just want to skip again.

After typing it on his phone, Indra put his phone on the nightstand. The young man deliberately lied to his best friend so as not to worry about him.

Indra tried to close his eyes again, but suddenly he remembered the girl who helped him earlier.

"Hopefully I can see him again" muttered Indra. The young man seemed to be hoping that God would bring him back to the girl who was in the hospital when he collapsed.

Tito, Fiko, and Dino go home with their bikes. The three of them were also in the same direction, so every day they would often go home and go together.

While Ridho as usual he plans to take Rahma home with him again.

"Rahma yuk came home," Ridho asked while putting on his sweetest smile.

"Rahma came home with me," said Dimas who really wanted to invite Rahma home together as well.

"Apaan sih lo. Rahma is my future wife so she will go home with me," said Ridho a little upset.

"Delinability kayak lo do not dream dapetin sholehah girl like Rahma. He's no match for you" said Dimas.

"Gue is not a dream. This is real Rahma has accepted my proposal," Ridho said, explaining that Rahma had accepted her proposal.

"Gue can't believe." Dimas got up from his seat and pulled Rahma's hand, the girl just listening to the two young men's debate.

Ridho brushed off Dimas' hand that was holding Rahma's hand. "Don't touch my future wife's hand" he said annoyed.

"Eh Rahma is not your future wife. So stop dreaming. I know before I got here, Rahma was the girl you hated the most." Dimas still doesn't believe it.

Ridho was speechless he recalled the events in the past.

The flashback

A girl in her uniform and hijab went to school excitedly. Today was the day the girl started high school. The girl was very happy, she was accepted at the best private school in her city.

That morning the girl whose full name is Rahma Putri Ramadhani was ushered by her father in an angkot.

The bus stopped in front of the school gate. Rahma came down from the angkot after saying goodbye and crucifying her father.

All the students were staring strangely at the girl. But Rahma did not care. He walked to his class.

"It's different here. All the girls here don't wear veils. Even his teacher. Very different from my old school," Rahma murmured in her heart.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Rahma said hello as she entered the class.

No one greeted Rahma. Everyone looked at him strangely.

"Eh there's a diploma coming into our class." They all laughed after mocking Rahma.

Rahma just sighed, trying not to listen to them.

The girl sat down by an empty bench. Nobody wants to sit next to him.

A proud and haughty young man had just entered the class together with his friend

"Eh move aside lo! I want to sit there!" he said in a loud voice to a student in the class. The student got up from there, scared. He also knew the arrogant and arrogant young man was the head of the Rasta motorcycle gang. A very feared motorcycle.

"We're sitting here, Ndra." The young man sat on the bench. Indra his friend from small according to. He sat next to the young man who was none other than the head of his motorcycle gang Ridho Ahmad Wibowo.

The young man named Ridho rolled his eyeballs looking around. His eyes were fixed on the hijab girl sitting in front of him. He also looked strangely at the girl.

Not long after the teacher came in. All the students of the class looked at the teacher speaking in front.

"Include my name Mita, I am an Indonesian teacher and as the guardian of this class too. Well because mom has introduced herself now it's your turn to go ahead one-on-one to introduce yourself," said the teacher at length.

All the disciples had introduced themselves to the front, except for a hijab girl who was now sitting alone. He hesitated to introduce himself. But because Mita bu ordered ahead with forced to obey.

Slowly the girl came forward. All eyes were on him.

The girl opened her voice. "My name is Rahma Putri Rahmadhani. I come from SMPN 2 Jakarta" he said.

When the break arrived, Rahma walked in the school corridor to the cafeteria.

BRUKK

Rahma fell upon arriving at the cafeteria and accidentally hit someone's meatball bowl in the canteen. Someone accidentally hit the girl's leg.

"What the hell is lo." The man looked at Rahma, his face flushed red.

"Sorry."

Only an apology could be thrown in the girl's mouth.

"Gue doesn't accept your apologies. Now you replace my meatballs with new ones" said the man again. That man was a young man named Ridho.

The girl just stood there. I don't know what he's thinking.

The young man named Ridho looked even more furious to see the girl not carrying out her orders.

The young man stood up from the long bench where he was sitting. He approached the girl named Rahma.

He repeated his words again. "Gue said replace my meatballs with new ones. Don't be dumb, there's a sneak order," he snapped.

The girl jumped a little. "Well," he said.

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