Hijrah the Rebel Girl
Long story

“Assalau’alaikum.” all turned their eyes on the beautiful girl who just got off the stairs. The long gems covered his entire body were colored ping flower flowers. Grey hijab in line with the pattern of flowers there. She smiled sweetly at her family.

He's Ify.

The greeting that was very rarely spoken by the Hollmast family made everyone look at the master.

I miss seeing that sweet. He was happy, it turned out he was useful on this earth.ify who saw Miss laughing while crying now approached Miss and hugged her.

Ify hugged Miss with affection, while Miss still with her sense of hilarity to see Ify. “Thank you for Missing. Because of you I can know the real hijab. Help me yes make always istiqoma.” He said while crying on his back Missing.he drowned his face veiled in black Miss.

Longs to reply Ify peukan softer.” I always support you.. I will always pray’in you kok, hopefully increasingly become sholeha in the future yes.” Said Miss did not know what to answer.

“Ihh. Ade I'm really pretty pack hijab yes.” Dilan shook his head in awe. Ify's face was round making her hijab very fitting she used, not to mention her chin that defended making her charm even more pronounced. Ahhh, even miss losing to him. Missed to know that..

“Iya... Daddy's son is getting pretty. Here hug Daddy too.” Said Hendrawan stretching out his hand. He stood up from his seat and looked at his son gently.ify who saw it immediately approached his father and buried his face in the field Hendrawan. Comfortable chest and also warm, where he leaned for “Maafin Daddy yes dear. Daddy failed to be your father, Deddy never taught you religion.” Hendrawan said in tears. He was ashamed, he was ashamed of the world, ashamed of Miss and her family.

The most failed thing is the father who does not teach religion to his family, he is the leader who should deliver and direct the right path for his family. But these? he only taught about money.money and the world.no other, he does not even care what religion is like, the important thing is he has a religion. Only what matters..

He did provide a physical living for his family. But he does not fulfill his true inner living. He was too rich in money but poor in knowledge...

“Dad did not fail. We both failed. We'll start a new life and start learning together Dad..” Said Ify letting go of her embrace. He stroked his father's cheek gently.

Sarah saw that it couldn't help but stem her tears. She hugged Ify too and hugged her husband. “Mom also want to pack hijab kayak Ify. Time fify princesses pack hijab while momma is not. Mother shy.” His words made Ify chuckle.

“Ahhh melow early in the morning.” Nayla hugged her brother Habib's arm. Habib looked at all of that smiling proudly. He glanced at Miss who smiled sincerely, seen in his eyes which became a crescent moon. Ahhh, he couldn't see that smile directly.

“We will also migrate right Mi?” Ask Nina the Banner.

Nina nodded.” Yes pi..” He hugged Panji. Aara hugged me again. With each other, Yohan? He smiled broadly as he approached Miss.

At first the longing dissolved their happiness, but he was surprised when he was at his side. “Ehmm.” Miss looked at Yohan the head of the family with a confused face and asked. “Thank you for changing my family.” The water slid with no elites. “ I very much failed to be the father of my family. I don't know what to say anymore. I'm ashamed as a father.. I ng bantes dipangil father.” He closed his eyes with both hands, he cried while falling in front of Miss.

“Daddy did not fail. Dad has always been the best dad of our lives.The greatest dad.” Nina pulls Yohan's shoulders gently and hugs her. Her family also hugs Yohan dear. So they wipe away each other's tears.

“Thanks Miss.” Said Habib beside Rindu. he smiled sincerely at Miss, he was proud to like this rebellious girl.

Misses to snuggle.” It is our duty as fellow Muslims and the grandson of the prophet Adam to remind each other. And all that you feel is also not spared from Hidaya and his Dying from Allah, therefore, thank Allah whenever and wherever. I'm just the intermediary.” Said Miss looking down....

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After the thanks-for-thanks event, Salaman event, now Rindu is in the car Ify and Habib, Nayla too. Because Ify whines asking Rindu to accompany him to the University. Though there was Nayla, but she kekeh wanted to be with Miss.

Initially Habib menola and want to miss with him to the office, but again Habib lost fuss with Ify. Ify even cried if Miss did not want to come along. He said he was scared and had no friends. Nayla had been very persuasive if later she would introduce him to her friends, and Ify replied that he would not be friends with Nayla's friend, the money-lender...

“How do you think my hijab is?” Ify asked confirming her slightly tangled headscarf. Twenty times he asked, and this was the twenty-first time and Long was still patient.

One breath I miss to throw it again. He smiled forcefully as a headache listened to the same question from Ify. Naturally maybe yes, the name is also a new child who uses a hijab. “ May I give you advice?” Tanya Rindu ventured to give a rant.

Ify looked at Miss then nodded. Longing to approach Ify and release the bond, the article Ify tied her hijab neck and made her chest open “Loo lo.. kok unloaded sii Rin? Eggak pretty looh later, “ Sayarannya hold hands Miss.

Miss staring Ify in.” I already told you. Hijab actually does not want to be beautiful, but wants to close aurat.” Ify was silent and looked at Miss inside. “Hijab actually it should cover your whole body, your chest and also your curves. If you hijab only headgear is not hijab name. The hijab is now a trandi but do not let us go in there.. If the hijab is not included in the syari’at useless fall. Better not hijab sealian.” Further.

Ify looked at Mute Miss. “ So must be closed yes dress..” Mumbled sad. Longs snuggle. "But the ape clothes I do not look good, so you are beautiful de my clothes, clothes I do not look again dong.” Sadness continues.

Miss shaking.” Risk we want to veil dong. Do not half-heartedly want to follow syari’at. I don't mean for you to veil well, but I want to give you advice so you know. Hijab but his chest was the same as holding water in a basket. In vain and self-repair. We're wet but we don't get water. Want to try but in vain?” Ask.

Ify shook his head and let go of Miss's hand. “But makein and setin ya to be beautiful.” He was sincere in his longing. Rindunpun smile and then arrange the tip of her hijab, she put the tip of the right hijab and the tip of the left-right hijab makes her front closed neat and sweet.

“You are so calm like Ify.... Kayak kyai's son you.” Nayla murmured in front with Habib. He looked at Ify in awe.

Ify thaws “Still Missing Her Knowledge.” His words softly while patting the shoulders Missing. Miss just nod and say ‘Sama-sama’

“I miss I want nanya de. You are a wayward and have killed people before?” Nayla asked Miss who sat behind Habib, while Habib glanced from the rearview mirror looking at Miss. ify who heard it was interested, because from yesterday he wanted to ask, but he was afraid Miss was stunned.

All eyes stared at Miss. The miss being stared at became misbehaved, but without hesitation he nodded. “Iya... “Teach.

“Ceritain recalcitrant times loe dong. I want to be horrified, like the journey of your life is interesting. The motivation is yes..” Nayla. Little by little he is interested in Missing and Longing life.he just does not realize it.

Missing breathing she did not know which part to explain. “Everything is nothing interesting for me to tell you.” He muttered slowly.” Family, friends, love.everything is gloomy and blurry, I don't even want to remember all that.” He said slowly again.

Habib heard it said.” Why your family?” Habib asked a little doubt. He is afraid if he misses. Do you miss the bastard? or a child like that?

He was also a little curious about his love journey.... But the time he asked that now?

Missed to look at Habib's back and then smile. He breathed before the story.

“I was taught and accustomed to praying from childhood, When first grade I had memorized surahs and prayer readings. But, when I was in 4th grade I had to be Full Day and make me have to go home at 5, at that time I was told to go under the prayer mat, under the face and under the change of clothes, he said nati had to take a shower during the break and then take mudhu water and pray.” I miss feeling her eyes tear up.

“ My little one who just stepped on the 4th grade also joined, my first day of prayer and bathing as my mother and my father taught. The bag I was under was much larger than the others, my small body often complained due to the innate abundance. Starting from a change of clothes, mukena, prayer mats and also supplies, not to mention a liter of drinking water.

“Emang what is the punishment?” Ask Nayla curious.

“The penalty is how much raka’at prayer that I stay, for example 4raka’at, then four times also I was hit by a wooden pack, very sick, even my back was a bluish-red sample.” Said Miss holding back her tears. He still remembered how his back pain was hit just because of prayer.

Either his father was wrong in educating him or how, but he realized, his father was rude because he had to be marketed. “ Continue in.” Ify was curious.

I miss looking up and smiling. “ Because I am tired, I lie to my father and mother, if I always pray during dzuhur and Ashar.. I spend time playing and playing, because I am the only student who prays, so no one returns to pray...

For three days I escaped my lies. But on the fourth day I was caught making my father mad They got the info from my teacher.

I was severely punished. I have to hit the lips alone all day for lying. My lips must be bloody and swollen, he said it's a punishment for me who is already good at lying. if I say ‘Sakit’ then my father is biang. ‘Daddy is even more sick if you see your child go to hell’ and there makes me mum. He said my tongue should be cut so as not to lie. Because if you lie once, there will be a lie next...

Not until there, because I left praying, then my punishment that does not pray also runs. During those three days I left the ashar and Dzuhur prayer which means 8 raa’at. Counted again for 3 days it became 24 hours, so I was hit as much as 24 times.even though I was little my father never my mentor, I was, until I fainted he still hit me after that I did not go to school for three days because my legs were sore and feverish. There I hate my father, I hate my mother and I, I say they don't love me but my father always says in his prayers. Forgive me, son, for I hurt you physically in this world, but I hope you can later enter God's paradise, by God's sake, son, I am willing to go to hell for beating you rather than you going to hell for not establishing obligations.. I'm sorry son, I'm sincere to be ugly and evil in your eyes rather than your white skin being burned by hellfire. Father is more sincere in this world your skin blisters, because the punishment is ended thousands of times heavier than the punishment you give."

Miss can no longer hold back her tears. He held his chest in his memory, he hated his hard father, he hated his indifferent mother. Though he knew all that for himself, he regretted every moment. From his childhood he always made a troublemaker, always making his mother and father angry, because he hated those who were pretentious and pretentious but rude to his son. Now he realized, he had gone too far in hurting his parents.

Ify and the others silently stared at Miss ibah. Wanna answer what? Two equal sides equal wrong.” Didn't your father ever teach you in such a good way? It is dangerous for you, it is also the wrong way.” Said scared.

Longing to look at Habib dirmin. “Entertainment. I used to be advised, but I defected and thought it was the wind, or the tape broke. When I was a kid I was given a test from my dad, he said if I memorized Surah Ad-Duha then he would buy me ice cream, but I didn't want to, I was lazy. I kept being given knowledge about how important prayer is but I kept silent because considering it was all just headache-making songs, so my father was rude every time I made a mistake.” Longing to be aware of it, he knew if his father made it because he was an outrageous sufdah, therefore, he only realized at this time, if the violence his father did was his own will.

His father was very angry if Missing out of his teachings, lying, Lalai in prayer, fasting, and others. He was very angry, he always said if ‘What Abi gave will not be comparable to what God will reward later for you to miss. so let Abi give you pain in the world just so you realize, hell is painful and sick, full of torment and destruction. Truly, Abi will not be surprised to see you later. ‘ but if the prayer of his ashes always say ‘Pardon the servant who hurt the servant's son yahallah, forgive the servant who is not able to educate the servant's son. Forgive the servant who always torments the slave child, the servant of Iklas goes to hell for punishing the servant child, but the heart of the servant will not be sincere if the servant child slips in your hell. Sunguh I will not be able to’

Don't you think you're being becusy?

So was his father evil? Or wrong in teaching? It can be defined by itself..

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After that story they have reached the campus, it turns out Ify also majored in law, more precisely he majored in Civil Law, just different room with Nayla, just different room, Nayla is on the third floor while Ify is on the second floor. Their campus is very large, almost the same as the Long campus first. All the atmosphere makes Miss to be missed will learn.

“It's up.” Nayla said. He opened the car door, followed by Miss and Ifyl while Habib, he did not follow or go down, he just looked.

Longing to look around in awe, a nice interior, facilitated by Lifts and Excavators, then students and students carrying books, some greet each other, some are both and some are alone. Sunguh Rindu.

“Yang diligently ya learn.” Said Habib to his two younger siblings.” Yes brother. bang..” Ify and Nayla.

“Rindu take care of them yes. If the bandits are tabok aja his ass.” He glanced at Miss who still saw the building.

The longing that was embraced by Habib. He smiled sweetly “ Good sir.” His word.

While Nayla and Ify grumbled.” We are little kids.”

Habib chuckles. “I have prgi. Take good care of yourself.. Semlekom.” Tell them.

“Assalamu’alaikum Tuan.” Sahut Longs.

Habib opened his mouth. “Oh yes. I mean Assakum.” the jar nodded.

Ify and Nayla chuckle.” Salan is wrong. The real one is Assamlikum.” Nayla.

Ify pinching Nayla.” head Brother adek same. Wrong all of you ahkk.. that's right ASSALAMU’ALAIKUM.”.

Longs chuckle.” Yes yes, that means... “ Sahut Habib.” I went yes... Sammlekomm.” He then planted the gas.

“Assalamu’alai kum kak.!” Shouted Ify annoyed.

Bhuaahaha.. Miss and Nayla laughed and heard it. Missing new know if Habib can not say greetings properly. Then Habib's first feeling could be, he had heard Habib say hello once. Ahhh Rin, don't think about things that are none of your business..

Long shook his head dispelling his thoughts about Habib..

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**Come back... I cried just as he wrote his story of Missing... So this is one of them that makes Miss hate abi and umminya yes...

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