The Tarnished Holy
disillusionment

"Did papi ever teach you like this, huh?"Hardik pak Roman with a stern look, almost similar to a savage beast who was ready to prey on his son who was currently bowing deeply.

"From you little papi always gives what you want, what really can not be a little to not disappoint.If you can not do good, what is difficult not to harm others ,Look at Papi Fikhar!"Still with a fiery voice.The middle-aged man whose heart health had started to decline it seemed to sit his body on the chair with a rough .Holding his chest that was beginning to feel tight ..

"Prophey pih..Drink first, we can talk well!"Sela Vein while thrusting a glass of water onto her papi.

Ustadzah May had come home from earlier, while Mami Lena had gone to her room as soon as she came. Crying, let alone what can be done by a mother who just found out that her only son puppet has destroyed the lives of girls people. He was so devastated to see, how destroyed the state of Nafisah was .

"Fikhar promised pih, Fikhar will take responsibility !" Fikhar said in deep with his face still down.

"Shut up...!" Sentak pak Roman was annoyed by the voice of his son.

If only time could be reworked, then really such a thing would never be done. He has no power to get all the disappointments from the families that are directed at him. Sleeping with a woman is actually a regular thing she does, but no one gets to deal with her family and create big problems like this ... Did he fuck the wrong guy ?

"Rest Fikhar! There is nothing you can do under these circumstances "Randi patted her sister-in-law's shoulder while breathing slowly then went to her room.Hour on the new wall shows eight o'clock at night ,but this time people like him more comfortable to stay in the room. It could be that the warmth that had been created changed quickly with hell.

Fikhar took a breath, then walked unsteadily up the stairs.Then fatigue dominated his face , while his brain spun as an endless tangled thread .He looked mere*mas his head then slammed his body into the mattress.

Natnar's eyes, focusing on the ceiling of the room .His mind flew, recalling the events of a few hours ago in his life.The idea was twirling almost like an old cassette tape in his brain. The screams were also hateful gazes recorded clearly, making his head throb withstanding the noses. Errata, he wanted the girl to smile wrongly like other girls in general when dealing with him.

then her memory turned to her mother talking in the car earlier. He said that the young ustadzah was pregnant.

"Pregnant?.. Child ? ... Wife ? " His inner monologue along with the beautiful shadow belonging to Nafisah who was breastfeeding a baby in his presence, then busy preparing and buttoning his self-work shirt..

He let out a rough breath, remembering before he had never been this crazy to think of a woman. Just yesterday he decided Siera, the girl was crying begging for Fikhar not to decide but he was so cruel , no matter not even taking care.

He even often toyed with a woman, but no one ever imprinted like this.Hus should he be able to relax , do not care as when screwing women who have slept with him first but ,this time the woman never let up her torment hearing such intense guilt. For a second, the wounded face of the woman broke through her soul, expelling the calmness that had been created in her life, creating a drop of tears .I don't know why, he was so agitated.

He should have gone to the cafe residence of his best friend Arjun.Atau visit the night club to enjoy liquor or call women to reduce the burden of his mind .But this time it was like he was not interested .He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cell phone.

Type the name Nafisah Mumtazah in his Yotobe search column.

Turning one recording to another, his heart was filled, his inner voice said what a woman like this really is in the taqdir of God for her.

For the heavy drinker man, another great sinner, what really he will mate with a young ustadzah, who is beautiful who if he speaks can win the heart that hears it, who can win,who so understand the science of religion is also so afraid of his God, what really.. If it were , how good God is to sinners would seem .

Slowly he got up, then headed for the bathroom . Either , his heart was so moved to do something that he had always left behind.

Slowly... Water pours from the base of his hair, and he reads something that he does not so memorize, except his intention to purify himself. He records in his heart to learn it all someday .

After finishing , he headed for his almarinya .Looking for clothes that he had forgotten long ago .His gaze fell, on the sarong also Koko complete with kopyah hanging in her closet. He remembered two years ago that he had worn the Eid prayer, and he did not know exactly when the clothes were stored in his closet.

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