I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
Make up

"Mom, hiks ... hiks...!" syifa said while hugging her mother.

"What's up, Syifa? is there anything bad with you? uh?" rosalina asked worriedly.

"Hm ...!" muttered Syifa while nodding languidly.

"Who's the guy, huh? let's say the same, Mama!"

Syifa shook her head.

"You insulted? what are they doing, Syifa? say the same, Mama!" rosalina said in a panic. Rosa was worried if anyone was picking Syifa up again.

"Not that, Ma. There was a man who tried to kiss Syifa. Syifa's afraid!" syifa said with a little hesitation, because remembering it made her embarrassed and upset.

"Astaghfirullah, Syifa! how anyway? what's he doing to you, Fa?" Rosa panicked and checked every part of her daughter's body.

"Syifa .., Syifa is okay, Mah. fortunately his mother and security guard came and helped Syifa," said Syifa carefully so as not to make her mother more worried.

Syifa knew her mother was always panicking when it came to her. No matter what the cause, her mother always tried hard to take care of her.

"Alhamdulillah, Mama is really afraid if something happens to you, Fa," Rosa immediately hugged her daughter tightly. "Next time don't stop by, go straight to school here, Fa!"

"Yes, Ma."

"Syifa, remember Mama's message, keep your distance from men!" rosa said firmly.

"Yes, Ma," replied Syifa obediently.

"Let's go home now, Fa! the cake's all gone, tell Grandma!"

"Yes, Ma."

After saying goodbye to Grandma, Syifa and her mother returned home. Rosa came home in a rickshaw, while Syifa rode her bicycle ahead of the rickshaw her mother was riding.

"Shyifa!"

When passing through the Arab village suddenly someone called Syifa. Syifa stopped and looked back. Nafisa was standing on the side of the road in front of her house.

"Syifa, wait!" then he ran a little closer.

"Syifa can talk for a second?" ask Nafisa.

Syifa kept silent as she glanced at her mother as if asking.

"If Syifa wants to play to Nafisa's house, Mama will go home first," said Rosa so Syifa who made the choice. He understands that sometimes small children easily fight, but will make up by themselves.

"Syifa, go to Nafisa's house for a second, Ma?" syifa said in the end.

"All right, Mama's coming home first. Don't come home late in the afternoon, yeah!"

"Yes, Ma."

Rosa then asked the rickshawman to go back to pedaling her pedicab, continuing her journey to the house of Fatimah's grandmother at the very end.

"Syifa, come to my house first!" nafisa.

Syifa then led her bicycle to follow Nafisa.

Arriving on the porch of the house, Nafisa invited Syifa to sit on the porch of her house.

"Syifa, this week why don't you go in front of my house?" ask Nafisa.

"Syifa, I'm sorry for what my friends said the other day, huh? at that time I wanted to chase you but you have been hunted away," said Nafisa while holding Syifa's hand.

For a moment Syifa fell silent considering how the words of Nafisa's friends hurt her. However, eventually thinking that Nafisa and her family are quite well known by her family, Syifa also finally nodded her head to accept Nafisa's apology.

"I know it wasn't your fault Fisa, nor did I hate you afterwards. It's just that I don't want you getting into trouble by your friends because you're friends with me" Syifa replied.

"Don't mind them, I'm saying they're just a handful of people who don't know but know, I still have a lot of other friends, I like to be friends with you, too, I like to be friends with you, because you're a good friend. Oh yeah, ummi said tomorrow you should come to TPA, Okay?" nafisa.

Syifa nodded happily. There was a feeling of relief in his heart, like being detached from the shackles that had ensnared him.

Cklek!

Suddenly the main room door opened. A boy came out of Nafisa's house.

He was silent when he met Syifa. Syifa was silent for a moment when she saw him

Nafisa looked towards the two, then cleared her throat, "Ekhm ..ekhm!"

"I-I went to the mosque first. Assalamu'alaikum!" said the boy and quickly lowered his gaze.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied Syifa and Nafisa simultaneously.

"Who?" syifa asked slightly whispering towards Nafisa.

"My bench, get a holiday from the cottage," said Nafisa explained.

Syifa nodded her head slowly. Apparently the boy who had passed him the other day in the alley between the two great walls was his brother Nafisa.

After a few moments of chatting came the voice of Adzan Azhar

"Yes, adzan already .. I must go to the store nih bantuin ummi bebes. We'll go on again sometime, okay?" nafisha.

Syifa also understood, Nafisa had to help uminya clean up before closing the store. Nafisa's parents sell dates and Hajj souvenirs. The shop is close to the highway and near the famous jami mosque in the city, of course, quite crowded with buyers. The area is also quite famous, because most of the sellers are people of Arab descent.

Starting from dates, sate buntel, rice kebuli typical of the middle east, sundries of hajj equipment, to souvenirs of hajj, sembako, spices, prayer equipment, etc, and there are many others that are the main attraction for buyers. And in the area will be found another view from other places, namely men who wear a white robe complete with peci that appears to pass around the mosque area and women with black pasmina black riding a rickshaw.

Nafisa hurriedly locked the door, then they cycled together to the end of the alley. Afterwards they separated because Nafisa had to go to the highway, while Syifa went to the alley between two large walls to go to her house.

Along the way Syifa admired the muezzin's voice. Her voice is sweet and beautiful. Syifa felt that this time it was very different from what she usually heard.

It is so soothing and penetrating into the recesses of the soul, Shifa murmured in the heart while smiling while reciting the prayer.

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The night begins late, but Rosalina is still awake to record her daily needs. Starting from the need for a kitchen to eat everyday, spending to make cakes, profit from daily sales and what is also important is the money to pay for Syifa school.

"Ros, aren't you tired of every night counting expenses to such a detail?" ask grandma.

"Must, Mum. If not, the money will be used for others, ma'am," replied Rosa.

"Well Ros, you're young, get married! you and Syifa need a man who can take care of you. Especially when I'm gone. I'd be happy if you guys were looking after me" Fatimah's grandmother paused. "Forget your past and teach it. Start a fun new book. Not all men disappoint, Ros."

Rosalina was silent, she daydreamed at the words of Fatimah's grandmother as she rubbed her sleeping daughter's head. Unbeknownst to them, Syifa awoke from her sleep and heard all the words of Fatimah's grandmother.

However, Syifa pretended to keep her eyes closed so as not to be known. Hearing his grandmother's words Syifa was increasingly curious about what his mother's life was like. But Syifa could not ask anyone she could dig up from her mother's past.

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