Hijrah the Rebel Girl
Caffe Owner

The dawn misses waking. He felt the corner of his eyes ache when he wanted to open. Not the yawning he did the first time he woke up. But the poignant ringing. His entire face was sore, his hands were even very painful to move. Tears miss falling again when he saw if he had absolutely no place to rest. No one refuted his heart at a time like this, he looked at Sajadah and stroked her slowly.

“Tell ummi. When everyone can't be a backrest. But I still have a prayer mat for me to bow down and lean on.” Mumbled. Her tears fell on the bed.

Longing to wipe the water when he heard azzan reverberate. He sat up from his sleep and stood up. He stepped to take ablution, although the ablution water that hit his skin was very sick, but it was not an obstacle for him. He performed the morning prayers solemnly, entak, he felt that the current dawn was shorter than usual. When he had prayed, he did wirid and zikir. Do not forget to teach only one sheet. He chose to sleep again, because indeed he was sleep deprived.he just slept last night at 02;02 pm. He had to fill his body. He returned soundly in a clean band.

The man in black neatly went down the stairs. His face was full of smiles, as if today was a happy day for him. He stopped in front of the dining table. There were already middle-aged women and men, there was also a 21-year-old girl sitting, there was a man in a neat suit who was sitting at the end of the room staring at someone who had just arrived.

“Tumben early in the morning smile. What's the matter?” Ask the 20-year-old girl in wonder.

“Iya ni's. I think he's happy again.” Sahut women lungs are no less surprising.

The man just smiled and then shook his head. “No kok ma.”

“Habib starting from when to learn to lie with mami?” Ask mother. His mother was Habib, a 55-year-old lung woman named Nina Holmas.

“Bener. There must be something here.” Father's sahut. A 60-year-old man named Panji Holmass

“What do not-do brother again like the same girl. Look at the noodles, my brother's face is like that.” The young girl teased. He is Habib's younger brother, Nayla.

Habib sat in his lap without listening to the questions and temptations of his family. When he was finished, he stood up and said goodbye to work. Philos, who had been sitting and eating, also stood up and followed behind, occasionally Philos Smiled to see Habib's behavior as though a labile ABG had just met love.

I miss waking up at 11;00 p.m. He pricks because his head is so dizzy, his chest hurts so much. He forgets that if he has not taken his medicine, he steps out of his home mosque, he can see if the room has not been opened by his friends.

Misses holding her very claustrophobic chest. He tried to open the fridge. To find foodstuffs, fortunately there are apples, mekipun is not fresh, it is enough to be a booster stomach longing. He must take medicine, but his stomach must not be empty before taking medicine. Therefore he must eat first, just take medicine.

Moments later Miss took her bag last night and took her medicine. He took medicine to reduce his chest pain. Nose misses back bleeding. The tightness of his chest had not subsided yet, the sweat on his forehead flooding his face. He tried to recite his pain. It had been thirty minutes, finally the medicine he was taking reacted. He could breathe a little favourably. He tried to stabilize his heart.

When he felt well, he went into the bathroom and cleaned his bleeding nose, he chose to clean himself.

I miss taking a shower after a few minutes. He chose the Dzuhur prayer first. After the prayer he returned to the kitchen. He sees food ingredients. His lips smiled thinly. “This was two weeks ago, pas ummi same abi sent goods kegue.” His guest.

All in the refrigerator is indeed an item that two weeks ago ummi and his ashes sent. Longing to sigh, he took out a few eggs, a slightly damaged chilli, sausages and rice.

He started cooking rice and frying eggs, he chose to cook spicy egg fried rice. Yes he does have to save money at this time.don't forget if the medical costs are greater than the cost of his life.

He ate half his food and put it in his half-box. He wanted to go back for a while to teach English and get back to work. He also ordered his ojolnya to leave.

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“Assalkamu’alaikum adek-adek.” Speak Miss the spirit.

“Wa’alaikum salam kak Rindu.” Answer them with spirit.

“Kak Rindu, sis Rindu.” Call one of them.

“Ya Lisa's. What's up?” He misses Lisa.

“Sister face why? How many bruises, brother fight huh?” Tannya.

Misses a thin smile. “This hadia hehe. You guys don't follow brother yes, you have to be a good boy. Don't like big brother likes to fight.” Answer Homes.

“Iya sii, already do not discuss this. we just learn aja yes,.” Sahut misses without explaining anything. He chose to teach the children with passion. Actually, his hands are very painful when writing on the board, but how else. It has to be strong, though,

When finalized. He looked at Ummi Ira who saw him from ignorance. It's close to ummi Ira for working clerks. “Ummi Longs to say first to work.” Pamit misses to the point.

“Tuggu. Why your face?” Tanan ummi Ira soft. he has not met Miss since earlier, because he went to deliver ketring to customers.

Miss smiling miris. “Anu mmii. Last night Missed any problems.” Answer Nervous of nervousness.

“Sini, same story ummi.” Ummi Ira replied, he pulled Miss's hand towards a long chair. But Miss just obeys.

It seems that Ummi Ira has prepared P3K since then. He took the city in their seat, “Luka you if diibiarin later infection or ninggalin used. “ Saying. He cleaned up the wounds of Longing and began to treat them. While Miss started grimacing painfully, all parts of her wound were treated by Ummi Ira gently. when it was finished she looked at Miss her tan mark.

“Why fight again? “ Tannyanya.

Homesicknesses. “Rindu does not want to fight. But Miss Malem was the same kemen Rindu. They're fornicating and drunk, they bring guys home. Yes miss their hajr.” Answer Missed sad.

Ummi Ira sighed. He looked at Miss sad. “Nak, you are right. But the way you're wrong.” Ummi Ira.

Misses frowning him. “What is mii? Kan Rindu memungati them.” The answer feels right.

“Commemorating does not mean you have to attack and punish them. Do you know the story of Hasan and Husen the grandson of Rasullullah?” Tyan Ummi Ira's. Miss shaking her head.

“Hasan and Husen used to take ablution water in the mosque, at that time, they saw that there were grandparents who took the wrong ablution water. Hasan who saw was willing to reprimand but was detained by Husen. After that, they returned to prayer in the mosque again tomorrow, they again saw the grandfather taking the wrong water. The idea of Hasan came up. He patted his brother hussein's ass. “Wudhumu wrong. The truth is like this.” Said loudly. Suddenly the grandfather looked at Hasan and Husein. He saw the movement and the way that Husen taught his true brother, and the grandfather followed the way that Husen taught. You know why Husen didn't tell you?” Tyan Umi Ira's. Long again to shake.

“Because, he doesn't want if grandpa is offended. Grandpa is older than him. Therefore, he was looking for a good way to fix it. From this story, we can take the lesson. You have to be able to control your emotions. You should be able to find the best way to remind your friends, not by violent means.” Ummi Ira.

Rinduu nodded in understanding. He began to contemplate his mistake. “Still yes mi, later Miss business de.” He said with a smile.

Ummi Iramun soft. “Allhamdulillah if you understand. You're off to work?” Tannya.

Missed rounding her eyes. “Astagfirullahhallazim. I miss going, yes. Assalamu;alaikum.” Speak quickly. He shook Ira's ummi hand and hurried away .

“Wa’alaikum salam.” Answer ummi Ira

looking at the back of Miss who was away.

‘Yeahallah, enslave all the roads that Miss took.’ His inner..

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Thank God you can continue hehe...

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