I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
Old Man

The night is getting late. Nafisa has returned to her home. Syifa had just finished teaching him. Thought Antika who is still pursuing his laptop. He was doing a job from his teacher.

Syifa approached Antika and momentarily noticed that Antika was busy typing.

"Sir, is college fun?" syifa asked breaking the silence.

"What's so fun? it is no different than school! The fun is eating, sleeping, relaxing on vacation while drinking young coconut water and being hit by the breeze!" answer the Antika.

"If that one doesn't have to ask you, I know!" syifa said annoyed.

"Sir, your father won't be confused looking for you, will he?" ask Syifa.

"Look, I sent a message to Dad. He already knows if I'm here" Antika said without turning his eyes on the laptop in front of him.

"Thank God then. Regarding your story this afternoon I think you should discuss it with your father first, Tik. Your father deserves to know. Although he will scold you or forbid you to meet your mother but I think he has a good reason why he did not allow your mother to take you at that time" Syifa advised.

Antika was silent at Syifa's words.

"What if my mother is wrong and you still won't let me meet my mother?"

"Whatever happened in the past she remains your mother who conceived and gave birth to you. You as a child should respect it. Keep trying to convince your father that you want to have a good relationship with both of them, without leaving your father aside."

"Well, I'll try to talk to my dad. I just want to feel a mother's affection, Fa. Honestly, I sometimes feel jealous of you and also Nafisa who can feel the love of a mother. Not a little taped, beaten, snapped. I also want to feel in the embrace with affection and pampered," said Antika revealed her unek-unties.

"Antika, indeed sometimes someone has his own way to express his affection. Even though your father's been so cute and loud I'm sure he cares about you. It's just that the way might be less precise. But he is still your parents that you should respect. And, teach yourself not to do the same thing later. Be a wise and loving parent to his children."

"And you seem to forget, if you never knew what it was like to have a mother, I never felt what it was like to have a father. Should we be angry with God? many do not even have both. But God still gives you a father and I have a mama."

"Thank you for what we have now, Tik. Even so your father is the responsible father. Just think, your father sent you to even the best school that is quite good in quality and also quite expensive."

"When your father could have sent you to a medium-grade High School and the cost was cheaper, if your father was careless."

"However, I think your father actually cares enough for you, he has a high ambition that can send you to a higher level in the best school. Maybe he hopes that you will become a successful person later."

"I think your father actually loves you in his own way. He may want to make you accustomed to the rigors of life so that you are not easily fragile and grow into a tough woman with discipline that since childhood should be instilled."

"Of course your father thinks highly of a good education for you. Do not let you be late to realize how valuable his role after he left for eternity," Syifa said at length.

"Huaa ... Syifa lo evil really put onions here!" antika said with tears.

Syifa immediately held her friend in her arms.

"Everyone is fragile. Cry as necessary!" syifa said while gently rubbing the back of Antika.

After complaining Syifa and Antika went to sleep. Because the next day, they will have a lot of busyness that awaits them.

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Early in the morning after dawn the Antika bailed home. He remembered to cook breakfast for his father first before leaving for college. Syifa is grateful that Antika is back excited to go through her day again.

Syifa is also excited to start her day. Before leaving to teach Syifa breakfast first with her mother.

"Syifa, Mama knows you really want to go to college, right? take college on the weekend. Mama will try to finance it!" rosa opened the conversation.

"Syifa, but you are smart, if you go to college maybe your future will be much better in the future. Mama doesn't want you to be like Mama who is poor in science, so it's hard to get a better job."

"God willing, Ma. I hope someday Syifa can go to college. Wish you all the best for Syifa, Ma!"

"Sure, Honey!"

"Yes, Syifa is leaving, Ma! Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Syifa immediately confirmed her niqob and put on her bag. He walked to the highway to get to the bus stop.

Suddenly a biker stopped right in front of him. Slowly the glass of his helmet was lowered and a man who was no stranger to him appeared.

"Syifa, you want to go to work? let me take you!" said the man kindly.

"Thank you, Mum. I'll just take the bus!" reject Syifa politely.

"Alright, then I'll excuse you. Assalamu'alaikum," he said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied Syifa.

The man immediately started the engine and closed the helmet glass. He began to gas off the place.

Syifa felt grateful when she found out that the banner of her neighbor Antika who had tried to rape her had now changed a lot.

He knew from Antika that since then Panji no longer gather with his friends who bring bad influence. Panji trained hard to realize his ideals. Antika says the young man now works in a police department.

Apparently the young man learned from the experience well. Although Syifa did not hate him anymore but Syifa always felt anxious if he faced the man again. It was as if the shadows of events in those days were replaying in his brain.

Not long after the bus arrived. Syifa immediately boarded the bus.

Arriving at school, he immediately prepared materials to teach. Not long after the kids started coming. Syifa walked beside the fence to welcome their arrival.

"Good morning! say what, honey?" syifa asked as she asked one of her students to shake hands.

The girl also said the greeting as taught by Syifa. "Assalamu'alaikum, Ustadzah Syifa!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Khanza."

Syifa also shook the hand of the mother who delivered her daughter and greeted her kindly.

"You're Syifa, right?" ask the boy's mom.

Syifa frowned remembering who the woman before her was

"Sorry do you know me?" ask Syifa.

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