Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 65: A Part of Ifroh's Story

"You are nothing" he said.

But Mustofa won't let go. Until the look of Ifroh's face grimaced like holding back pain.

"Okay, let me go first."

Mustofa then released the woman.

"This is the honorable Mr. Mustofa. I'm here to work. Not to play love aka find a girlfriend."

Rima and Faricha who heard the words of Ifroh widened their eyes. Salute dech .... But it also held back laughter from seeing the misbehaving Mustofa.

"Alright .. alright, I understand."

"If so, I go first" he said as he stepped in with his cuckoo style, different from when he came.

He opened the door and passed away leaving us still dumbstruck.

But before long, he returned with a frightened face as if he had just been chased by a ghost.

With a gasp of breath, he approached Mustofa who still looked confused.

"Please close the door!"

"Be calm" Mustofa said, gesturing to me who was still standing by the side of the door.

I haven't had time to lock my door, there's someone who's about to forcefully enter. As far as I can hold. Ifroh who saw it immediately ran to hide in the room.

"Don't stop us." shouted the man from behind the door.

Mustofa came to us immediately.

"Sorry, who are you?"he said it out loud.

"You don't know who we are?"

"I'm sorry, I don't care whose master. But if you make a fuss here. I'm not reluctant to report you guys. "Mustofa said firmly.

"We just want to find a girl who ran this way."

"sorry. Who do you mean, I don't understand" Mustofa said as he opened the door to the man.

He looked around. But he did not find the person he was looking for.

"Sister, who?" said Faricha who got up from her seat. He looked at us with a magazine in his hand. As if confused by the arrival of the man.

it's okay Faricha acting you, I whispered in my heart.

"Is he who you seek sir." asked Mustofa.

They just shut up.

"I told you, the person you're looking for isn't here" Mustofa told a lie.

Not that the heart would lie. But it's true also sich, at the moment the only ones in the room are him, Faricha and Rima. Ifroh is not.

"Please leave, gentlemen,"

But apparently they have not moved.

"Or I report to security" Mustofa said.

"All right, sorry."

Finally they left empty-handed, without bringing any results.

Then Mustofa locked him up and walked in an irritated manner towards us.

"It's all right, just piss it off." he murmured.

Ifroh opened the door slowly. Look here and there, as if looking for people who are chasing him have gone or not.

"It's safe" Mustofa said.

Anywhere slowly came out toward us. Still with a frightened face.

"Stranquilize, sit!"

He then landed his body hesitantly near Mustofa.

"Ifroh, what's the matter?"

He then opened his arm a little.

"Astaghfirullah al adzim" I said.

I didn't expect that I would get such a beautiful sight. His arms were blistered and there were red-red patches, like traces of torture.

Faricha's coming, too,

"Ifroh, let's go to yuk's room!"

Without denying he followed Faricha.

"May that be it." I murmured.

Not long after, the two came out to see us.

"Sister, very much in ...."

Faricha describes in detail the body parts of Ifroh that were tormented. To the point that I was trembling to hear it.

Mustofa looked furious.

"This can't be allowed. We'll report it."

"Don't!"shouts of Ifroh that made us surprised.

"Why Ifroh."

"I don't have any money. And if my family finds out they'll worry."

"Then you want?"

"No, everything has to be resolved. Later brother will be with you."

"Thank you, Brother."

Her eyes look teary.

"Actually I came back here to return to the abba. But the agency that channeled the labor directed Ifroh to the family."

"Given that they are willing to give a very large salary. Ifroh take it."

"Well remember your family number?"ask Mustafa.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Call."

Mustofa gave his phone, which Ifroh happily received.

And he immediately contacted his family.

His face was very happy, a few moments later it looked sad. Then he hung up the phone sadly.

"What's up, Ifroh?"

"They tricked Ifroh. The salary they promised has not been sent. Now they're in short supply."

"We need to solve this problem. Neither your employer, nor the agent who brought you. So that you get your rights. And their actions against you are completely unjustified. We will accompany you" Mustofa said.

"Thank you, Brother."

"The abba must miss you. He hasn't been looking for your replacement. Still waiting for you. Because by accepting you, it reminds him of Indonesia."

"Who's your employer?"

"Mr Fath."

"Mr Fath?" mustofa said as if to reinforce his audience.

"What's up, brother?"

"He's a very influential person."

"Maybe because of that, I can't run from her."

"That's it. I'll tell Brother Ulya. He perfectly understood the matter." Mustofa said after thinking for a bit longer.

Without wasting any time, Mustofa raised his phone. Contacting sister Ulya. For a moment he closed it. Like waiting for an answer. Not long after the phone rang. He lifted it up again.

After talking for a while, he ended it with a happy face.

"Alhamdulillah, Sister Ulya and her friends will help you" Mustofa said calmly. Iphroh greeted him with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Mustofa."

"Now sleep!"

Ifroh just obey the word Mustofa. He walked away leaving us into the room he had just left. But before that, he greeted me.

"Sorry Brother Rima, accidentally hug brother's husband. He left first." he said.

No doubt it makes me laugh.

"Ifroh, we have nothing to do" replied Rima kalem.

While Mustofa only smiles, showing his white teeth neatly lined up, while glancing at Rima.

"Oh," he said, glancing at us.

She disappeared behind the door soon.

After he disappeared, we talked for a moment.

"When I first got in here, I couldn't trust him. I think he committed the crime at his employer's house. That's why he was being chased. But when I saw the torture he had received, I realized he was right. But she's a strong woman. To be able to endure such torment."

"Only, Mr. Fath is not a random person. He's a political rival of Ulya's brother ."

"really?"

"First," said Mustofa, then paused, "when brother Ulya is still plunged in the world of politics."

"Sister Ulya has been to politics."

Just this time I heard about the activities of brother Ulya in his country.

"Lho, Brother Ulya never told you the same story?"

"No, I really don't know about Sister Ulya."

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