The Tarnished Hijab
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Sehan stepped following the steps of the man who was heading towards the door, he opened it after taking a key in his pants pocket.

Chequelek

The sound of the door opening.

"Assalamualaikum".he said after entering his house.

Sehan was really confused when this man on his papa said his greetings while in the house there was no one at all.

" Why Son?

"Why did you say hello while no one answered your greetings?

The man smiled too.

" It is the custom of the Father when entering the house to say greetings even though in this house in an empty state" he explained and the young man finally understood.

" I'm sorry sir I don't know".

"It's okay, son, you understand".

Where do I take you to my room or somewhere else?

"Please take me to the room, son, I want to lie down on the bed".he asked and the man nodded and then returned to the room.

" Which room is your father? sehan asked as he looked inside the house there were only two rooms.

"The room at the very corner was the Father's room".he said again and Sehan nodded.

Along the way to the corner of the room, his gaze continued to look at the wall where many photos were displayed.And the photo made him smile again.

"It turns out that my little innocent girl is already very pretty".praise in his heart and make the man who was on his face was a little surprised because the steps of the young man who helped him suddenly just stopped.

" What's up, son?tannya

"Ah that".he said as he pointed at a photo of a hijab-wearing girl smiling.

" That's a picture of my daughter".he said in a slightly sad tone.

" Daughter of Father?

"Yes, how beautiful is your daughter? Beautiful as her name "Beana".

he said with a smile as he remembered his daughter.

But it was only for a moment because suddenly the man's face turned sad and made Sehan's heart feel bad.

"Let's get on to his room" he said, switching the conversation and the man nodded.

Sehan helped the man lie down on the bed after arriving in the room.

" Thank you, son".Oh yes, you don't know your name yet?

"My name is Sehan Pak".he said still standing by the bed.

" Good sir".

"Where did this Miss Sehan come from?

" I'm from Jakarta, sir".

" Jakarta's?

"Yes sir".he answered and the man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Is Nak Sehan here on vacation?

" No Sir. I have a job here".

"Oh that's it".Where is Nak Sehan staying?

" I'm just gonna find a place to stay after this sir".

The man was surprised by the words of the young man in front of him.

"What if Nak Sehan stays here alone, there happens to be an empty room near the living room and Nak Sehan can rest there".

"Indeed, that room no one occupies, sir?

"There used to be but now it's not there.But Nak Sehan is calm his room is clean because it is often cleaned.

" Well I'll stay here".he said, and the man smiled happily.

"I went to the room first and Father now rest".he said and the man just nodded his head a sign yes.

Once out of the room and then he walked out of the house and went straight to his car to take his suitcase containing a change of clothes.Shence he went straight back into the house.

With a slow step he walked towards the room.Pelan-pelan in notya the door of the room.

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The door's open

"Assalamu'alaikum".he said as he stepped into the room.

His eyes looked around the room,the room is a little big from the second room of his parents and looks very neat.Near his study table there is a bookcase so large where there are so many books neatly arranged.

Sehan approached the closet and picked up one of the books and read it.

"I didn't expect it to turn out that my innocent girl's room had already been folded into a library" she said as she put the book she had picked up and put it in its place.

Now his eyes are on the photos on the wall.

" Be, I'm sorry I slept in your room tonight".he said, looking at a picture of her plain smiling girl.

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