I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
Good Girl

Syifa was standing on the sidewalk beside the gate while looking at the school grounds. The lesson hours have ended, but Antika has not yet seen the trunk of his nose.

"Hi Asyifa!" greet a male student on a motorcycle. He stopped right in front of Syifa standing up.

"Sorry, are you talking to me?" syifa said doubtfully. He looked confused at the figure of the man in front of him. She feels she does not know him and Syifa is convinced that he is not her classmate.

"Who are you, shall I call your name!" answer the student.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you!"

He reached out his hand about to shake hands with Syifa. "Devan Anggara, class XII PA2," he said.

"Where do you know my name?" ask Syifa without returning her hand.

"Geez Syifa, I think all the students who attended our High School must know who you are!" devan.

Syifa breathed her heavy breath. He felt uncomfortable with the man in front of him who clearly seemed to have his will.

"What's it gonna take, brother?" tanyakanya.

"What are you going home for?" ask Devan.

"Bus, brother," he answered briefly.

"Where is your house? I'll take yuk!"

Syifa had expected it, surely the guy wanted PDKT with him. However, Syifa is already quite poultice with the male habits of playboys like Devan. He was the umpteenth man who once offered to be driven home.

"False, Brother. Don't!" subtly reject Syifa.

"You must be thinking strangely. I don't mean anything! I think our house is in the same direction, so I can all anter you, it's enough to save money to pay for the bus," said Devan.

"Did you know where my house is? where's where?" ask Syifa to investigate.

"Em, that's .. a-I ...." Devan seemed confused to answer because he did not know.

"Hey Fa, sorry for so long! it was told to bring the task first to the teacher's office," said Antika who had just come while patting Syifa on the shoulder.

"It's okay, Tik. Yuk, we're going home now?"

Antika nodded, then glanced at Devan who was still unmoved from before Syifa.

"Yes, Syifa has come, Brother. We go home first, brother. Bye bye!" syifa said then waltzed away with Antika towards the bus stop across the street.

Devan stared lethargicly at Syifa's departure. He felt like he failed to get close to Syifa. Syifa is not easy to approach. But he won't give up.

Syifa and Antika chuckled as they reached the bus stop. Syifa was pleased that Antika came on time, so she did not have to linger to chat pleasantries with her pretentious upperclassman.

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In the afternoon Syifa had finished cycling around his village. For him it is very fun to ride a bike while looking at the scenery around under the twilight sky.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Syifa said as she entered her home.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Fatimah's grandmother who was sitting relaxed on her swaying chair.

"She, look Syifa brought a fish!" syifa exclaimed with a big smile while carrying a bag of crackles containing several fish in his hand.

"Where from?" said Rosa who just came out of her room join nimbrung.

"Same as abi, Ma. Last time passed in front of her house, Fisa called me, there were also abi in the pond next to the harvest of fish. Suddenly when Syifa wants to go home already entered a fish crackle in a bicycle basket," Syifa said.

Since childhood Syifa was close to the Nafisa family, Syifa used to call her father and mother Nafisa with the same name as Nafisa when calling her parents.

"Thank God, thank you, right, same abi?" fatimah.

"It's dong, Grandma!" answer Syifa.

"Yes, here let Mama fry her fish!" rosa said while taking over a bag of crackles containing fish from Syifa's hands, then took it to the kitchen to cook.

"Well, Fa. The cooking oil is gone. You buy it first at the minimarket ahead!" rosa from the kitchen.

Syifa immediately went to the kitchen to see her mother. "Where's the money, Ma?"

Rosa reached into the money sheet from her negligent pocket. Then he handed over fifty thousand to Syifa. "Now, be careful when crossing!"

"Yes, Ma! Syifa is already in High School, why her advice is not much different from since Syifa SD," Syifa protested by pushing her lips forward.

"For Mama you are still a baby Mama. Mama doesn't want you to do anything. It's gone .. So fish fry are not!" rosa also pushed Syifa's shoulder out of the kitchen.

"Syifa get out first, Grandma. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful, Fa!" fatimah.

"Yes, Grandma!" syifa shouted from outside the house while herding her bicycle into the yard.

Syifa then pedaled her bicycle towards the highway. Just then there was an inter-city bus that stopped at the stop. Seen Ilham who just got off the bus with a big bag in his hand.

Seeing this, Syifa stopped her bike right in front of Ilham.

"Sir Ilham, come home, yes!" sweep it with joy.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Ilham reminded.

"Hehe, wa'alaikumussalam. Forgetfulness ...," Syifa said while grinning when reminded to say hello first when meeting. "Tumben brought a big bag of what's in it, sister?"

"Shirts, from now on don't live in the cottage anymore, so yes take it home!" reply Ilham.

"Oh yes, Brother Ilham has graduated. Want to go to college again what's work, brother?" ask Syifa.

"Emm, God willing continued, I got a scholarship to continue my studies at Al Azhar University, Fa," said Ilham.

"MasyaaAllah, barakallahu fiik! Sis Ilham must be very happy, it was the dream of Big Brother from long ago," Syifa said with a big smile.

"Alhamdulillah. Where are you going, Fa?" ask Ilham.

"Oh yes, until I forget! Syifa told mama to buy cooking oil to minimarket, Kak. Yes Syifa to minimarket first yes, sister!"

"habits. Yes, be careful!"

"Yes, Brother. Assalamu'alaikum!" syifa said while pedaling back his bike.

Inspiration shook his head to see Syifa who passed away. Then he walked back to his house.

Arriving at the Syifa minimarket then look around at the price tag of the oil. He's looking for a promo today. After finding the cheapest price Syifa headed for gauze to pay for it.

"Thank you, waiting for his visit back, Dek," said the store employee as he opened the door in a friendly manner.

Syifa simply smiled in response without answering.

"Ishh, look at the clear one directly literate you!" female employees in front of the monitor.

"It's so unyu, girl!" said the male employee who was at the door while looking out as Syifa walked outside the minimarket.

The conversation can still be heard by Syifa. Syifa only exhaled heavily upon hearing that while walking towards her parked bicycle.

When going to ride a bike accidentally his gaze caught the figure of a young man who was sitting in the front seat of the minimarket. He found it difficult to unseal the bottle of drink he was holding with his left hand. While his right hand is wearing an elbow support cloth, which is commonly used for people who are experiencing fractures in their elbows.

Feeling pity, Syifa came back down from her bike, then moved towards the young man. "Mas, may I help you!" lirih.

The young man immediately looked up at Syifa while stunned.

"You want to open the bottle cap, right? let me help you open it" Syifa said, making clear the point.

"Oh, yes. It's!" he said while thrusting his mineral water bottle in front of Syifa.

Syifa accepted it and opened the bottle. After it opened he returned it back to the young man.

"Thank you, yeah!" said the young man.

"Either. Anything else?" syifa asked, glancing at the bread perched on the table.

"Oh yeah, this one too" he said.

Syifa then opened the plastic wrapper on the bread and handed it to the young man again.

"Thank you again, huh? sorry troublesome!" said the young man.

"No bother, this will be easy when the hand is healed. May it heal soon, yes! Bye, Assalamu'alaikum!" syifa then returned to her bike.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

The young man looked in admiration at Asyifa. Rarely does anyone care about the circumstances of others around him, especially when he does not know the person.

A good girl, beautiful as her heart! he murmured in his heart while smiling to see Syifa leave.

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