MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 21'S
After dawn prayers, Zalfa went to the bathroom urinating, still with limp feet. Then he went back to the couch and grabbed his cell phone. The only one he contacted was Faisal, his phone remained inactive. She packed up, and this morning she was going home. The nurse said she was allowed to go home. He glanced at Atifa who was still asleep. His sister-in-law did not pray, understand that women are special, there are times when it is allowed not to pray in the menstrual period.
While waiting for the bright sun, Zalfa read the Qur’an in his mobile application. An hour later, he finished teaching and saw Atifa still asleep.
“Mbak, wake! Home, yuk!”
“Later. Still sleepy.” Atifa did not move, her eyes still closed.
“This room wants to be filled by another patient.”
“Hmm.”
“Ya already, continue aja boboknya. Don't be surprised if you wake up squirming big men next to Mbak. I'm home.” Zalfa giggled after saying those words.
Atifa stuttered and then ran to the bathroom to wash her face.
Zalfa smiled as she opened the door and found Ishmael in the doorway. His brother was like he was just about to enter.
“I want to go home, Mas,” said Zalfa.
“Where's your mother?”
“Against the restroom.”
“This I brought food for you. Breakfast first, yeah. Just got back to the villa. You guys must be laper, haven't had breakfast.” Ismail stepped in and placed a plastic bag containing food on the table.
Suddenly Fatima came with Mr. Ibrahim, surprising Zalfa who was still standing in the doorway. Zalfa was shocked because of Bu Fatima's arm that nudged Zalfa's shoulder firmly, even roughly.
Plaque!
The slap landed on Zalfa's smooth cheek.
Sontak Zalfa held her reddened cheeks in a split second.
“Bu, hold emotions! Don't play hands!” reprimand Mr. Ibrahim while holding his wife's hand so as not to go forward for the second time. “Sopan little!”
“For what am I being polite to this lowly woman?” Fatima stared intently at Zalfa. “Can-can you sell yourself to a dappled guy, huh? It's worth the guy waiting for you at this hospital, apparently you have a relationship with him. Really yes, the fallen fruit will not be far from the tree. Just like you who have habits is not much different from your mother. Equally cheap.”
Zalfa was struck with the words of Ms. Fatima, very sharp and piercing. “What does mother mean?”
“I just got word that you've been sleeping in a hotel with that guy. Ck ck ck.... What is your body price for that man?”
“Bu, all this is misunderstood. I am not selling myself at all. I also intend to discuss this matter that has hurt me with Faisal. But I have not been able to reveal, it happened like this.” Chsy defended himself.
“Oh yes? Then what does it mean that you have sex with that man, hm?”
“Honored Lady Fatima, watch your talk! My sister is not that dirty and sehina!” Ishmael defended his sister. “While it was real, it was all out of control and done for the man's depravity. Not my sister's will.”
“Still you defend women ******this?” ma'am Fatima's Snatch on Ismail.
The statement ignited Ismail's emotions until he came forward and almost hit Ms. Fatima if Zalfa was late in holding Ismail's hand which was already floating in the air. Which brother is not emotional when his sister is denounced with such dirty words?
TB