I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
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After school Syifa then returned home with Antika by bus as usual. Although Devan continues to offer him to deliver but nature remains unwilling.

"Fa, did Brother Devan do bad things as long as you pretended to be his girlfriend?" ask Antika after they have boarded the bus.

"Not so far brother Devan most just mengeliatin me or call-call dear, but if touch-touch anyway never. He kept his promise not to touch me!" Syifa.

"Thank God if so, just be careful? If he goes away after school, don't ever want to! Anyway if there's something you have to tell me, so I can start lo!" antika who was worried about his best friend.

"Yes-yes, like a princess I wear under all guard!" canda Syifa's.

"We need to stay alert. I'm afraid that Brother Devan is planning something that's not good with you, Fa!"

"Yes the truth, I was also actually afraid that he would do anything to let me submit to him but fortunately until now he still kept his promise. All I know is that he's motive is just to make Kak Juna feel defeated because he can be my girlfriend. He does not want to be defeated and always wants to be a winner. I feel sorry for Juna. He wanted to talk to me a few times. I know he would have wanted to tell me if Devan's brother wasn't good for me. But, Devan's brother just kept watching me from afar. So I can't do anything!" syifa said at length.

"Are you really not the same as Juna?" ask Antika.

"So far I don't like anyone. And I don't want Tik thinking of guys. I just want to focus on studying at school, I want to be successful and make my mom proud. But I was dragged into an unhealthy relationship. If you knew for sure you'd be panicking!"

"Oh yes, he said he wanted to look at Umminya Nafisa. How about we go there in the afternoon?" ask Antika.

"Yes Fa, I want to help you in Abi Imron's shop. At four in the afternoon I'll wait near the alley?"

"Okay, come on in! I think there's a guest at your house!" Antika peeked a little into the yard of Syifa's house and then he went back to his house.

Sure enough Antika said there was a guest who came.

"Good Auntie I'll take care of you!" said a man of Arab descent who had never known Syifa before.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Syifa said, kissing the back of Fatimah's grandmother's hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Already home, Fa," said Fatimah's grandmother.

"Who is he, Auntie?" ask the man.

"He's my grandson, the daughter of my adopted son!" replied Fatimah's grandmother.

The man twisted his long beard while looking at Syifa.

"He's my niece who just came from Egypt. Come in and change your clothes. Your mama must have been waiting for you!" grandmother Fatimah said.

Syifa nodded obediently then went inside the house.

"I think Aunt's adopted son is of Arab or Javanese descent. But he looks different. How exciting!" said the man.

"Don't fuck around, he's a kid!" grandmother Fatimah said.

"All right, I say goodbye. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam!"

After the departure of the man, Fatimah's grandmother entered the house at that time Syifa had finished changing her clothes.

"Lunch first, Fa. Just caught up with your mama!" grandmother Fatimah said.

"Syifa's food is good, Grandma. Syifa wants to go directly to the store to make mama sell," Syifa said.

"Oh, be careful then, yeah!" grandma says.

"Yes, Grandma. Syifa go first. Grandma just rest. Assalamu'alaikum!"

It had been two days that Fatimah's grandmother did not feel well so Fatimah's grandmother did not go to her temple.

"Yes, Fa. Wa'alaikumussalam!"

After saying goodbye Syifa immediately went to Abi Imron shophouse to help her mother sell there. Syifa paddled her bicycle to the highway until she reached Abi Imron's rut. Her mother was busy serving the buyers. Syifa immediately helped him.

"OK ready, Ma. But Syifa can eat first, right? Syifa just returned from school, had not had time to eat. Here, Syifa's food is available so it can be eaten here!" he said while showing his box of rice.

"Yes, that was the message asked to be delivered before four in the afternoon, so it's still hunted" said Rosa.

"Yes, Syifa ate first, yes, Ma!" syifa said then immediately ate the food with voraciously.

After eating Syifa helped her mother to pack Ontbijtkoek cake which she later had to deliver to customers. When all was ready Syifa asked for her address to her mother. It turns out that his house is not far from Antika's house.

"Well, then you finish ordering the cake, Syifa directly to the house of ummi Syarifah, yes? it was the same agreement Antika want to look ummi," Syifa said.

"Be careful on the road!" said Rossa.

Syifa then pedaled his bike to the next village which is the house of the descendants of the servant in the palace. Syifa then matched her number with the address given by her mother. It turned out that his house was only two houses beside the Antika house.

Syifa parked her bike next to the fence. He then knocked with a large ring attached to the towering gate. Then a young man came out and opened the door.

"What's wrong? ask the man.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm going to deliver a cake order ordered by my mother

Miranti. Is this really his house?" ask Syifa.

"Oh, just go in, mom's in the back!" he said while looking at Syifa from top to bottom.

"Em, how about I just leave it to you," Syifa said.

"Not paid yet, right? I'm in a hurry to get out!" abugn.

"But, Mas-." Syifa's words were cut off by the young man.

"Just come in! From here straight back, I'm in the kitchen!" said the man again.

Afterwards he walked out through the wide open gate of his house.

"Assalamual'aikum, Miss Miranti! Excuse me ma'am, I'm dropping off the cake!" syifa shouted in the doorway. But there is no answer from within.

Syifa hesitated for a moment to enter a house that was foreign to her. However, because the man had asked her to meet her mother inside the house, Syifa finally ventured to step her foot into the house.

"Excuse me, Mum. Miss Miranti ...!" syifa cried while stepping foot inside. Again, there is no truth from within.

Nggiiik .., glekk!

Suddenly it sounded like the sound of a wooden door being closed. Syifa was startled as she turned to look behind her. The man stood up grinning as he turned his back to the main door he had just closed.

"Mas, where is Miranti's mother?" syifa asked with netra. There was a feeling of fear that instantly appeared when he saw the man walking closer towards him.

"I told you, you're behind ...," she replied.

"But I've called several times there's no say. They lied to me, right? and, why is the door closed?" Syifa flocked him with many questions uneasily.

Worries and nervousness began to cloud him. His hands started shaking. He had a premonition that the young man was about to have evil intentions towards him.

Sure enough, the man further cut the distance between them. He ambushed Syifa's body and forced her to kiss him.

Not only that he even forcibly removed the veil worn by Syifa and threw it on the floor.

"Please ...! Help ...! Don't ! Unhand me!" Syifa continued to scream while struggling.

Until a voice surprised them.

Brakk!

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