The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
BREAK 2 EXTRA PART First Day of School

"Aduhh Ka Malik do not look at dong Ka, Mikka wants to memorize the name first in checkolah," Mikka who was reading a book from her new school was disturbed by Malik's rant because of protests on her caregiver.

Malik looked at Mikka.

"What the hell Deck, later you will also memorize if every day meet with them. No need to bother memorizing the Deck," Malik recalls.

While Mecca was no less noisy with the aunt because she did not want to wear a hijab.

"Bibik, Mecca already said that if Mecca does not want to use it, anyway do not want it ya do not want to make." Mecca kept screaming.

"But non, later Mommy same Daddy mad non, continue miss can not school how try?" aunt Sumi was at a loss for words.

"Ka Mecca, said mommy if you don't want to wear hijab later sin tau," Mikka befell.

"You know this deck of hair that Kaka is nice, soft, straight and fragrant. If you wear it later Kaka's hair becomes limp and sweaty, sultry, damaged and smelly also do not understand meh," replied Mecca by flicking his hair back.

"It will be home from school kelamas Ka," said Mikka again.

"That's why you're a Dek,"

While Malik is also fighting with Bik Diah because he does not want to wear a bow-shaped tie.

"But this is her school uniform like Den, if you don't want make can't go to class how?" rayu Bik Diah's.

"Malik still does not want Bik, already like a girl on his tie," replied Malik.

Shortly after that Misela approached her children's room. Misela swept a glance in all directions of that room.

"Well, is it just Mikka who is ready? Malik, Mecca why aren't you ready? It should be an example, not a sister in the example dong," exclaimed Misela approaching her three children.

"Mommy Ka Mecca don't want to wear hijab, Ka Malik's telus don't want to wear a tie, helan deh just as they are," Mikka replied innocently.

Misela approaches Mecca with the hijab she was supposed to wear.

"Honey, mommy already said, right, the woman must wear a head covering that we call hijab. Want whatever the reason is mandatory, dear, will Mecca know that Mommy also wears hijab continues." sedu Misela on Mecca.

"Mommy, Mecca just don't want to wear hijab, sultry. Mommy knows Mecca doesn't like it, it's still forced. Then how's Mecca's hair gonna break? Mecca's a kid so it's not mandatory, is it?" bela Mecca's.

"Honey, planting a goodness it must be started from childhood so that later Mecca is big Mecca becomes accustomed to the goodness itself. There's nothing wrong with starting something good since we were kids" Misela said.

"Mommy, anyway Mecca school does not want to wear hijab yes. Kemaren Mecca asked Bu Firda he said he did not use also papa kok. So it doesn't matter Mommy.." said Mecca in a slightly upset tone.

Misela was at a loss for words again. Misela also breathed.

"Alright, and Malik don't whine like Mecca, quickly put the tie on. We're almost this late. Your breakfast is ready, Mommy wait downstairs." Misela passed too.

"Mommy Hihihi's omelette, so the boy's mouth is the same old man. Yuk Bik kita tulun. Later Daddy must even hihihi." said Mikka then passed following Misela.

Mecca then put on his shoes and came down. Malik too, after wearing a tie and shoes, Malik also came down.

Dzakir and Misela were already waiting at the dining table. One by one the children sat in their seats.

Dzakir looked at the faces of his children. The look on the face of Mecca and Malik is pouting, in contrast to Mikka who looks happy.

"Loh, Ka Malik and Ka Mecca why? How come his face is so bent? Should be the first day of school will be happy to meet new friends." asked Dzakir while turning to turn to Malik and Mecca.

"Usually Dad, do not discuss, later not kelar-kelar, let's have breakfast in abisin, afraid late" said Misela gave bread oles jam to her children.

"Mecca doesn't want to wear the hijab anymore?" ask Dzakir back.

Mecca just nodded while eating his breakfast menu.

Breakfast was finished, Dzakir drove his children on the first day of school, of course Misela also took the drop, but only Bik Diah the babysitter who participated.

Arrive at school.

Parents scolded each other in the school yard. From their appearance, it seems that they are respected people. But Dzakir chose to cuek and did not get off the car because he had to rush to the green campus.

Malik, Mecca and Mikka walk in followed by Misela and also Bik Diah.

In front of the class, triple M has been warmly welcomed by Bu Firda.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Ms. Firda.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied the triple M compact and then shake hands.

"Beautiful and handsome, let's go in, choose a comfortable seat huh" said Bu Firda while showing the seat that was still empty.

Misela and Bik Diah just peeked out of the window.

Classes also began. One by one the children introduced themselves in front of all their friends. There were twenty-five students in the class. And there were three teachers accompanying them in class. Classes were quite conducive as the disciples were still timid.

Outside the classroom, Misela sat in a chair and was busy with her cell phone. There was one disciple who approached Misela because there was an empty seat next to her.

"Hi" said the mother.

The mother wore a stylish hijab in a pair of shirts and toad pants with a branded bag.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ma'am," said Misela.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Ma'am, meet me Arumi Djoyo Ningrat." replied the mother.

"I'm Misela Bu," Misela smiled widely and then refocused on her phone.

"Oh, which mother's son? Is Mom not a real person here?"

"Yes Ma'am, I live in Punggur, my son who is standing introducing himself." replied Misela as she turned to the window in the direction of her child's class.

"Well handsome yes, but it looks like a jutek that his face hihihi,"

Arumi's words are not considered.

"Eh Ma'am, what kind of work does her husband do?"

"Lecturer Ma'am,"

"O,"

Ms. Arumi was about to ask back, but her phone rang. Ahirnya Bu Arumi away from Misela.

"It looks like a new rich person yes Mom, a really big song," Bik Diah said softly.

"Hush, it can't be that."

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