KHADIJAH (Mafia love slave)
Chapter 2

MY CHILDHOOD

The expanse of oil palm plantations has graced my yard. In this area is far from the village, Dad chose to live at the foot of the mountain because far from the hustle and bustle of the citizens, I prefer to live in peace and safety. Although human beings are actually created to live socially. It's not that me and my dad don't like to socialize, but me and my dad prefer to live in peace with that silence and silence that we carve together a shady and true happiness.

"KHADIJAH.".", my father's call broke my daydream. I went to see my dad in the kitchen, I always cooked when I went home to garden. "What's the aba?", a tinge of smiles etched on the handsome face of my father, my father was a crossbreed, he was from Turkey, my mother was from Java father and my mother knew when they were studying in Turkey, yes, my mother was from Turkey, my mom got an overseas scholarship she studied at Cankaya University. Dad chose to live in Indonesia because he did not have a family there is a twin father, his sister name is Husen Ahmed. But ever since my sister's high school left me, I don't know whether she went anywhere. While my mother was an orphan she lived in an orphanage. My mother is from east Java, but now we live in Kalimantan father and mother join the government program after married father and mother have transmigration to Kalimantan. My mother died when I was 1 month old.

"Quickly at the meal son, after this we pilgrimage to the tomb of umi", said the father. I nodded, I am 10 years old today. Every birthday my father would take me on pilgrimage to my mother's grave. "Change the motor first, you eat a full ya!".

"Yes, abah.", Dad came out to heat his motorbike, finished eating I approached dad. "Are you done eating?", I nodded. Dad tidied up my hijab and put on a coat for me he was ready with his coat me and dad riding a motorcycle do not forget the helmet we also wear, for 1 hour trip we arrived at the grave of mother. He saw the name of the mother engraved on the headstone and we prayed. "Umi, Khadijah is grown now he is 10 years old he can already memorize 20 juz of Qur'an umi, you there must be happy, honestly I want to meet you umi, tuluh I, tuh I,I realize Khadija needs me right now", muttered the father in his heart.

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Elsewhere in Ankara, several men wearing all-black clothes carried out a transaction, an illegal transaction of firearms. "okay, you check the goods!", Amer told his men. His men scoured check the goods.finished checking the goods Amer's men back to their original position behind Amer. "An unfinished item is made, when it is finished I will contact you" Husen said. Amer looked at Husen cynically. "Don't mess around. REMEMBER THAT!!", press Amer passed leaving Husen alone.

Husen smiled cunningly, "If you knew I had sold the sniper you wanted to your enemy clan", growled Husen.

Husen is the younger brother of Hasan Ahmed, who chose to leave Hasan and join the illegal arms business.

One year old Amer menuh sniper in the message but never sent, he was furious because his clan has been paralyzed by the Brid clan. Sniper who was ordered by Amer was sold to Brid, Amer was furious with Husen who had deceived him. He had all his men capture Husen. But Husen has left Ankara.

Today I am 15 years old, now I am in High School, 2 years ago I graduated tahfidz Al-Qur'an in the city. I wanted to continue to the boarding house but if I went to the cottage my father would be alone at home, I buried my wish first. I saw my father daydreaming, I didn't know what he was thinking, I approached him and sat down beside him. "Change.", I said, my father looked at me. "What's up, son?". "Why is it sad?", I asked. Dad hugged me, "That's not sad son, aba grateful because you are now a teenager son, you have to be clever to take care of yourself, never take off your hijab, never take off your hijab, and if later you have a husband you must be devoted to him, and if your husband is wrong then you must remind him son, son, and if he is on a path that Allah does not know you are obliged to lead him to the straight path that Allah is pleased with!", my father's message, I will always remember him. "Well, why are you talking like that? abah, I will not leave abah, even though I am married later I will always be with abah", my father smiled rubbing my head wrapped in hijab. "We don't know what God's destiny will be".I hugged my father tightly not wanting me to let go. Why are you talking like we're going to split up.

"Let's make a pilgrimage to Umi's tomb!", dad took me to the grave umi as usual we ride a motorcycle through the winding road finally we arrived at the tomb of my mother and father read Yasin's letter and also tahlil.

"umi, Khadijah is now a big umi, umi pray Khadijah can be a proud child of umi and abah".

"Umi, just now Husen came he said he was being targeted by the mafia, I don't know what I have to do umi", said the father in his heart, I saw Dad crying he wiped his tears quickly. "Change, do not cry, if you cry pity umi", my father moved from the grave umi, maybe my father was afraid if he cried at the tomb then the earth will be tormented. We went home, I wanted to ask you why you were crying, but I didn't have the courage.

At dinner Dad talked to me he wanted me to continue high school at the boarding school in town. But I still don't want to let me continue school in the village.

Dad had 3 days of fever, since that night we did not communicate much. In my area there is no clinic, puskesmas is in the district and can travel about 2/3 hours. Whereas I can't bike, the only way I have to make herbal medicine out of the leaves.

"Truly for a moment, in the forest there may be leaves that I can take to make medicine, I go first". I left my father when he was resting.

At the foot of the mountain I walked through the forest looking for herbal leaves for medicinal herbs for my father, when I thought it was enough I went back home because I was afraid of going out in the afternoon, on the way home there were gunshots, maybe it was just people hunting in the forest. But a few gunshots were heard from my house. I accelerated my footsteps to quickly get home and sure enough when I got to the front of the house many people in black clothes surrounded my house even they all carried a shot. I ran into my house but those people prevented me, even my hands were choked by 2 men but I kept rebelling and I saw my father lying on the floor, I took my feet to hug my father but a blow from behind hit my head until it fell, I saw a man approaching my father, my eyes fell asleep I was unconscious.