Love Hafisa
Chapter 4

"My name is Nena Aunt. Where's aunt going?" ask Nena Iqbal's sister.

"Tente abis to the robbery, confused Aunt already has no money anymore. This paper is all that's left." My speech.

"Geez, Tente is so sorry, well, my friend called again. Tente is making Tente for wound medicine and fees, thank you very much Tan, I have been helped!" nena said, leave immediately.

"Not Deck!" call me.

Not long, Nena on her friend's phone to rush to her friend's house. Nena gave me a hundred thousand. Nena went straight away.

Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassing. Until the money is given to the child. But he looks like my brother in the village, so remember Awalilah. Hope you are well Dek. Now I have to find this address.

I am walking with my wounds. My spirit never made me give up. For the sake of the family in the village, and avoid Hasan. I went to Jakarta until I got robbed. Finally, I reached Ms. Frances's house.

"Excuse me!" my broom on the security guard who stood up straight and approached me.

"Yes Mba, can you help?" ask the security guard.

"I am Hafisa, my friend Euis. I'd like to see his friend Euis Pak!" my request.

"Who is Euis' friend?" ask the security guard.

"It's Sir!" I immediately gave the paper.

"Oh, Nur huh? ok fine. You wait here!" ask the Security Guard at Iqbal's house.

The security guard went inside and told Ms. Fransiska and Nur. Nur was relieved, finally, the woman came too.

"Excuse me, Madam! there's a woman looking for Nur. Said Euis' friend." The Satpam's.

"Had just come to him? holy jeez! get him in!" said Ms. Fransiska.

Finally, I came in. Fransiska looked from the bottom up at my appearance. Ms. Fransiska said beautiful, but dear hijab.

"Excuse me ma'am, I'm Hafisa." I said gerogi because Miss Fransiska noticed my dirty and dirty self.

"OK, pretty. But dirty, dirty, and hijab. Where's your shirt?" ask Ms. Fransiska.

"Sorry Mom, I don't have any more clothes! just on the road, I was snatched. All phones are taken." My words tremble.

"Wear my clothes, a lot in the closet. Madam, am I staying? there's been a Hafisa changing me!" nur.

"I added your bonus! just so you tell him what he has to do and tell him the room!" ask Ms. Fransiska.

"Mom, am I accepted? thank you very much Mom, thank you!" I said I wanted to shake hands but was fended off by Miss Fransiska feeling disgusted.

"Away there! don't hold my hand! disgust!" said Ms. Fransiska.

Nur told me everything that was going to be done. Nur gave her unused clothes to me. Nur also told me a lot, if here hold ears, careful and a lot of patience by bringing Miss Fransiska. What else Mr. Setiawan.

"Your room is here Hafisa. In the closet, a lot of clothes. You wear it!" nur smiled.

"Thank you a lot Mba, sorry I got a lot of nicotine." Smiling words.

"Message me, you're here careful, patient. You see, Miss Fransiska bawel, stingy. Like bandingin people too, and one more thing, you have to be careful with Mr. Setiawan. At night, you lock it! you see, can't see a beautiful girl, directly want a victim. You know what I mean, right? if everyone isn't home, it's just you, you better do what it is, outside. Rich garden. He doesn't dare if there's anyone." Nur said that made me drop.

"Pak Setiawan who is Mba?" I asked while nervous.

"Mother Fransiska's husband." Nur Sahut.

May Allah always protect me.

"Hi, bengong! don't be afraid and nervous! just be careful, yeah! yes, I want to go first! take good care of yourself!" minta Nur's.

"Mba, I can ask you one more please Mba!" my door.

"What?" ask Nur.

"By borrowing a cell phone for a while, I want to call the family in the village. You see, my phone's been snatched." My speech.

"Can." Nur.

I called the family in the village. I explained everything, if I was removed. The news of Mother and Abah Alhamdulillah well. Kang Baron hasn't checked on me yet. I said I can't call anymore, because there's no cell phone. If payday may just call again. Mom and Abah understood.

After I finished the call, I turned it around to Nur and thanked him. I am glad I was able to contact the family in the village. Nur left the house and left Iqbal. I took a shower and put on Nur's clothes. I was excited to do something Nur gave me.

Iqbal came home angry and upset. As I mopped, Iqbal immediately kicked the bucket. I immediately reprimanded Iqbal with great annoyance.

"Suckers! matre woman!" Iqbal.

Brakes....

"Astaghfirullah, Mom! have some manners and manners, don't you? I'm done mopping, so dirty again!" my spoken.

"Who are you setting me up! uh huh? WHO'S LO? AND WHAT'S IN MY HOUSE?" snapped Iqbal.

"Iqbal, why is this? oh my goodness, Hafisa! how wet is this?" ask Ms. Fransiska.

"Sorry Mom, this guy was kicked!" my spoken.

"You must not be impudent to my son Hafisa! this is my son! you just do it!" said Ms. Fransiska.

"Who the hell is Mih? so doubt him!" Iqbal.

"He's a maid here son, Nur's replacement." Said Mrs Fransiska.

"I'm sorry, Mom!" my spoken.

"My thou art the same!" Iqbal.

"You clean up again!" ask Ms. Fransiska.

"Good Mom." My speech.

Astaghfirullah, why did I meet such a rich snob. Oh God, strengthen me. I have to be strong for my family.

Mr. Setiawan did not come for long. Seeing me mopping the floor. Pak Every winked at me. I just looked down and was scared.

"Who are you?" ask Mr. Setiawan.

"He's Pih's new assistant, Nur's replacement." Said Mrs Fransiska.

"Oh, huh? where is Nur?" ask Mr. Setiawan.

"Udah can not work, want to look at his parents in the village." Said Mrs Fransiska.

"Fisa, you make coffee for my husband well!" ask Ms. Fransiska.

"Ready Ma'am." Hafisa.

Oh, that's Mr. Setiawan. What Nur said, it was true. He's flirty. Astaghfirullah, I hope I will not be a target for him, O Allah.

"This is the coffee, sir!" I said down and didn't want to see.

"Thank you, yeah." Said Mr. Setiawan.

Wow, pretty. But dear hijab. If not hijab, I can see her beautiful hair. I can stay at home, at home.

"Corn, let's drink! good not to make that new maid?" ask Ms. Fransiska.

"Enak Mih's. Eat him, instead of Nur's." Said Mr. Setiawan.

As I mopped in front of Iqbal's room, I heard Iqbal slamming something. Like breaking up with her boyfriend. When Iqbal opened the door, I was pushed into Iqbal's room in shock.

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