The Victimized Youth of the Ponpes
Uthman Comes
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The next day, Dinda and Syifa were under the supervision of Anjani's aunt, the two veiled women could not leave the house, and that was Farhan's order. Dinda and Syifa did not question Farhan's reasons for banning them both from going out, but they immediately complied and took a henchman at home with the aunt.
But on the other hand, Mr. Kyai Zaki was out because there was a meeting with the Ustadz Cottages, and Farhan himself was also out to check some things. Farhan was not afraid to leave Dinda and Syifa at home with his aunt, because Farhan had given Syifa a new prayer ring, and still wears it.
Not only prayer beads, even the white turban given by Farhan was also always worn by Syifa, and the turban was always coiled around her neck.
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Now seen Farhan was sitting casually on a tree, he was on a tree located close to the dormitory of Ustadzah Indah and his son, seen also there Ustadzah Siti also there, they were chatting while eating snacks and drinking tea.
And Farhan also did not originally supervise the life of the Ustadzah Indah family alone, but he felt that something would soon be revealed and it must have something to do with Ustadzah Indah. Even so Farhan also only listened to the conversation of the small family without having to always see it, Farhan just relax while closing his eyes.
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"Hmm,, mbak?, why would anyone think that?".
Seeing Ustadzah Indah who did not speak long enough and only ate a snack slowly while a little daydreaming, finally Ustadzah Siti was aware of her older sister with a question with a rather loud voice.
"Eh hmm, no, no, there's nothing to siti" replied Ustadzah Indah realized from her daydreaming but she was immediately nervous.
" I'm his sister mbak Indah, I know that there is more mbak thought,, the story dong same me" said Ustadzah Siti greget with the attitude of her brother.
"Hmm, you know that you have a little knowledge?", asked Ustadzah Indah.
" Hmm,, iiyaa, why, why, what does it matter?" asked Ustadzah Siti.
"Hmm mbak kayak felt there was another aura belonging to Afifah", replied Ustadzah Indah.
" Uhuk uhuk ", Ustadzah Siti who drank tea was immediately coughing to hear the speech Ustadzah Indah.
" Sitii doong plan" said Ustadzah Indah.
Ustadzah Siti then set her breath even though she still coughed cough, she was stunned to hear the statement from her brother.
"Oh my God, how am I supposed to explain this case, because I'm an eyewitness to my own mother's case,, I, you know,,, even I lied to Mr. Kyai and Ms. Nyai because Ustadz Ronald threatened me".
Ustadzah Siti began to fear that he would meet with Ustadz Ronald and would be threatened again, because he was the only eyewitness of the case of Ustadzah Indah.
"Huffa"
*Wusshhs*
Farhan just glanced a little at Ustadzah Siti, like he had found what he should have gotten, Farhan immediately disappeared from the top of the tree and left from there.
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The day passed safely and smoothly, Farhan always stayed at home to accompany Dinda and Syifa.
Welcome to Ustadz Ronald and Ustadz Roland was also over yesterday, Farhan did not even respond to the event, only Pak Kyai, Bu Nyai, the Pondok Ustadz and the santri who attended the event.
After the event, the group of the two Ustadz was also no movement or action in the cottage, they moved like other Ustadz and did not act suspiciously. And Farhan also realized it,,,, and,,,
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...*Village Field*...
There were many people who fainted and injured near the village field, they were the village thugs.
They all fainted and lay unconscious on the ground, more than 15 people were injured and others suffered broken bones.
"Okay, but only through the door, yes, yes times have to pay,, thought they were village thugs,,, pretentious".
And not far from where the thugs had fainted stood a young man with his cold eyes turned his back,,, none other than the sacrificial young man was Uthman who had reached the village and would soon arrive at Ponpes Darul Musthafa.
He stepped his feet steadily and his aura dominated...