I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
First day of school

After performing the Ashar prayer, Ilham walked leisurely through the alley between the two great walls. It appears a girl who was crouching while fiddling with the back of her bicycle.

From a distance, Ilham knew that the girl was Syifa. Inspiration continued to walk slowly without making a sound, until the distance between the two got closer. Until Ilham came behind him.

"Did something happen?" ask when you arrive at your destination. He stood behind Syifa.

Syifa looked surprised when she found someone behind her back. Syifa quickly turned her head and it turned out that Inspiration was the one. Syifa immediately felt relieved. Because, he was afraid if he suddenly met a crazy person or a bad person who might hurt him.

"Emm, this is sister, the chain is broken" Syifa said.

"Surge!" Ilham.

"Huh ... What, Brother?" ask Syifa who did not hear the words of Inspiration clearly.

"You step aside first, I want to check the chain," said Ilham flatly.

"Oh, yes, brother, I'm sorry I didn't hear!" Syifa then rose and shifted her place.

Ilham then leaned on Syifa's bike and checked for damage to the chain.

"This can not be addressed, must be taken to the workshop," said Ilham.

"Well, so you have to go back to the front of the shop!" syifa said lethargicly.

The closest bike shop is just the one in front of the shop.

"You want to go home, right? just gohome. The bike let me take care of it!" Ilham.

"But, so ngrepotin Ilham. Let Syifa alone bring it to the workshop, thank you for the offer!" reject Syifa.

“From my house is close, if you bring back and forth to there you will be tired. It's home! Assalamu’alaikum,” said Ilham who did not want to be denied.

Ilham passed away by guiding Syifa's bicycle without waiting for a reply from Syifa.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Syifa just silently stared at the back of inspiration that was getting away. Then Syifa walked home when Ilham had turned the corner of the alley until he was no longer seen.

......................

Ba’da salad ashar Syifa rushed to shower. Syifa then wears a long dress and also a veil. Currently he is getting ready to learn to teach at his home ummi Syarifah. Syifa said goodbye to her mother and grandmother.

“Lhoh Fa, you want to go to Nafisa's house on foot?” rosa asked as Syifa walked up to the gate.

“Iya, Mother. Syifa bike this afternoon the chain broke, must be taken to the bicycle workshop to be repaired,” Syifa said while turning to his mother.

“How to go home? Do you dare?” ask Rosa.

“Bare dong, Ma. After Maghrib, the streets are still rame too.”

“Ya be careful, huh? For example, do not dare to borrow a cell phone ummi Syarifah to send a message to Mama. Mama will pick up!” rosa said.

“Iya, Mother. Syifa's leaving! Assalamu’alaikum.”

"Be careful! wa'alaikumussalam."

Syifa walked about a kilometer from her house to Nafisa's house. While in the middle of the road right at the end of the alley between the two great walls Syifa saw Nafisa and Ilham appear by bicycle.

"Shyifa-a... !" shouts Nafisa.

"Where are you going? though I want to go to your house, Sa," said Syifa who seemed surprised to see Nafisa who seemed to want to go with her brother.

"I'm going to pick you up, my brother said your bike was broken, so we're going to pick you up!" said Nafisa to make Syifa dumbfounded. "Come, hunt up!" smith again.

"Yes-yes. Sorry to bother you?" syifa said while glancing at Ilham.

"Daddy, I'm going to the mosque. You both go home, yes" said Ilham say goodbye to his sister. Then he turned towards a small alley towards the mosque.

"Sa, didn't you just hear Adzan?" ask Syifa who has come down from the bonds. They arrived in front of Nafisa's house.

"Of course, listen, why, Fa?" fisa asked as he got off his bike.

"The voice is so sweet. Looks like it's only been a few days since the muezzin changed. I'm so amazed to hear that."

"Of course different from before, right the Adzan just bang Ilham. My brother must have been ge-er when he heard your praise just now!" said Nafisa while opening the door of the house. "Assalamu'alaikum."

Syifa listened to it. He did not expect if the owner of the melodious voice when echoing the adhan turned out to be his sister Nafisa.

"Fa, let's go in!" exclaim Nafisa.

"Eh, yes, assalamu'alaikum," Syifa said, then immediately entered Nafisa's house. They then perform congregational prayers with ummi Syarifah.

After performing the prayer, Syifa then learned to read iqro' along with Ummi Syarifah. While Nafisa read the Qur'an guided by Inspiration.

Thirty minutes later, they learned to teach him. Then ummi Syarifah invites Syifa to have dinner together. After that Syifa said goodbye to go home.

"Syifa, you just bring Nafisa's bike home! if it goes far enough!" abinya Nafisa.

"Yes, it's Syifa. Brother between Syifa yes!" ummi Sharifah's orders to ilham.

Inspiration did not answer, but he stepped out onto his bike and was ready to leave.

Syifa then said goodbye to Nafisa's family. Ilham asked Syifa to ride the bike first and Ilham followed behind. However, right in the alley between the two great walls that were pitch-black at night, there were two men sitting in the middle of the road.

Syifa who felt anxious because they could not see their activities also stopped the bike suddenly. He was still stunned confused about going through the alley or not. Because, their activities are not so visible because of the lack of dim light. However, it still sounded their vague chatter.

"Hey, turn the corner!" imham said suddenly.

Syifa turned towards her back. "Why, Brother?" tanyakanya.

"Through the highway!" Ilham.

Syifa finally complied. That night and the next they passed the highway every night. This continued until the following days.

Syifa became more and more familiar with the Nafisa family. And being close enough to Ilham deserves an older brother from the figure of inspiration. After two weeks, Ilham finally returned to the cottage.

......................

Six years later.

Syifa was standing in front of the mirror stitching a gray-white uniform for the first time. Now he has become an upper middle student at a State High School in his city. Her hair was long blonde and she wore a white veil.

After breakfast Syifa said goodbye to her mother and grandmother to go to school.

"Well, Syifa's leaving, huh? Assalamu'alaikum" he said goodbye.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Careful, Fa. Remember, learning the right things, don't pay attention to the others!" rosa said.

Rosalina is quite anxious about her daughter who is now a teenager. This is puberty for children of Syifa's age. During Syifa Junior High he even found a number of love letters addressed to his daughter in Syifa's bag. Luckily, the school is still close enough to be monitored.

Syifa is now in school in the city. Rosa can't monitor him anymore like before. Luckily there was Antika who had been accompanying Syifa.

It was seen early in the morning that Antika had approached. This time they attended the same school, but different classes. They then went to school together by bus.

After they split up in their classes. It did not take long for Syifa's presence in the school to be the center of attention because it looks different from the others. The beauty of Syifa seems unusual. Especially because of his grayish-colored cornea.

Syifa became uncomfortable when many pairs of eyes noticed her as she passed through the school corridor. Some even teased him. Decak's admiration among the male students, and the sharp gaze of her female upperclassman, made Syifa go through her first day quite heavily.

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