The Stain Behind Khimar
CHAPTRE 12

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"Da!"

"Yes?" reply Ida quickly as she blinked her eyes.

"You why the hell? Just a dumbass from now on?" ask Asma while linking her brows. Not usually a Huwaida Ayduha does not talk much.

"Hmm no papa."

"Related?"

"I'm just confused how to delete my sosmed account that still has a photo open aurat while I forget the password." Ida's eyes looked around. It and Asthma were sitting under a big, cold tree. Only a few students were around. That's not much either.

"Oh my goodness! That was the problem." Asthma laughed a little behind her khimar. Ida's eyes looked at the woman without blinking. I don't know why everything Asthma does even just laugh looks so soothing.

Actually he daydreams about that day, for the first time he is not ashamed to admit the shameful truth about him. Even the Ustad who had been his idol since long ago. Just then, Dhika fell silent and her papa came suddenly. Had made it difficult for Ida to swallow the saliva, thinking whether the papa might hear all. But the friendly smile and gentle greeting from her papa made Ida breathe a sigh of relief. It shows that his father is not listening to anything.

"I have a friend who can help us." Asma's voice resuscitated Ida. He looked at Asma, waiting for her to continue.

"If there's no more class, we can ask for her help right now." a smile on Ida's lips. Then the woman nodded her head.

***

A large building with several bulkheads in rooms commonly known as flats looks so boisterous. Residents who carry out household activities as usual.

Asthma and Ida are there. Climb one by one the stairs to the room that Astma said old friend room. Friends who also help Astma to delete all the open photos. His friend was an incredible hacker. He even helped Astma by making sure that her open photos disappeared from any device.

Several times Asma knocked on the door while saying hello. There's no answer. Until a middle-aged woman approached them.

"Jin yay?" ask him about Asma.

"Huh jin?" ida's eyes were perfectly rounded.

Asthma shook her head and held back laughter. "Yes ma'am, am I going to see Jean? Where's she going?" ida seemed to be holding back laughter.

"A few days ago just moved Mbak." look disappointed look on the face Ida.

"Where are you?" the middle-aged woman shook her head, indicating that she did not know where Jean was.

"Try on the line aja Mbak."

"The number can not be contacted by Mom," said Asma with a confused look in her blue eye bead.

"Yeah. How dong ya Allah ..." lamented Ida by pursing her lips.

"Well that's a genie!" Asthma and Ida are shocked. The woman with the special flower negligence cried out. Still by saying 'jin" instead of 'Jean'.

"Aspie?" a soft voice came from behind them. Asma turned her head and looked at Jean who was before her. The blue eyes grow.

"Cock here?" Jean ignored Asthma's confused gaze. Maybe because of the clothes he was wearing.

"Yes, come in first." Jean threw a smile at Ida. Then he unlocked the door and entered first.

The middle-aged woman was no more. I don't know when I left without saying goodbye.

"Have you really been mommy?" mummy Ida slowly. Asma smiled, it turned out that Ida also thought the same as him.

"Don't he be the genie again!" Ida chuckles

"Hush Ida!" reprimand Asthma while holding back laughter. Ida cupped her hands to her mouth. Chuckles softly.

Asthma and Ida entered the minimalist room. There were only a few items left so the room looked a little spacious.

Asthma shook her head. "Father Jean. How are you tidings? How's moving?"

"Pengen nyari new atmosphere only." women with blue and pashmina with matching colors that sing smile.

"This is my best friend, her name is Ida. Need your skills help too."

"Yes, I've been to the new hostel."

Ida and Asma agree and they head to Jean's new home. Using Ida's car because Asma knows, Jean always uses a taxi everywhere.

***

The white and flick hands were dancing on top of his computer keyboard. Asthma and Ida noticed while linking their eyebrows. I don't understand what Jean did.

"A moment, another process," said Jean with a sweet smile.

"When's Jean?" ask Asthma with shady eyes. Ida just shut up, listen to them.

"In a moment," said Jean briefly.

"That's not what I mean." Jean smiled and the eyes glazed over. He started when he first decided to convert. Leaving life free and detached from the treasures of the parents. Being born again a Muslim is like a baby in general.

"My name is Syifa." Asthma and ida take a look.

"Initially curious to know about Islam, uh I fell in love at first sight." Jean or had changed her name with Syifa chuckled softly.

"Islam is so ... Beautiful." her eyes sparkled. Asthma looked at him with teary eyes.

"It's over."

"Thank you Je—eh Syifa." Ida threw a smile.

"How much?" ask Ida again, because Asma has told Syifa that asking for a reward that is quite draining of savings.

"No need," he said, smiling kindly.

"Don't do that, I'm not good." Ida is uncomfortable not paying. He had just met this woman.

"No papa. Some of your photos are not as difficult to do photos of Asthma." Syifa eyes glanced at Asma with a thin grin on her lips.

"That's yaa?" Ida muttered softly.

"Yeah, your photos are pretty much saved, but if Asthma photos are more. It's hard to wait for long." Syifa laughed a little.

"Please nih yeee," Asma sneered in a seductive tone.

"It's not Asthma, but ... Uh wait a minute. I just remembered something." Ida and Asma looked at Syifa whose facial features looked serious. His clasped hands typed with the keyboard again. I don't know what to do. Jean or Syifa has a beautiful face typical of European women. Iris blue eyes like Asthma and pale skin like Westerners usually do.

"I want to tell Asma, there is one device that still stores your photos." Syifa does have amazing hacking abilities. A small job like deleting photos until they are left is a very easy thing for him. But this time it's different.

"Well this picture." is seen on the screen a photo of Asthma wearing a V-shaped dress dress on the chest. Exposing half of her breast.

"Look! I can't erase this. It's not wrong that this device is protected." Syifa was seen pressing the same button many times but the photo is still there. He could see that the photo could not delete it. Syifa's eyes turned to Asthma who seemed to be amazed with her mouth slightly gaping.

"So, since when do you have a rich fan?"

Asthma ingests saliva. Confused to answer what. Because basically in addition to upset open photos still exist, he also has to be extra careful. Can't it be that someone doesn't protect their photos from hackers like Syifa just for fun?

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