The Woman Who Was Hurt
Spin off (01)

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Allahumma shalli a la sayyidina Muhammad wa ala ali sayyidina Muhammad.

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Dasha stomped her feet on the gravel rock by the roadside, her hands clenched firmly, the angry expression on her beautiful face was already beyond help. Dasha had been waiting for Alvan's invitation for more than an hour, but until now her sister had not been seen the trunk of her nose.

The originally blue sky began to blacken, Dasha reached into her phone and saw the weather forecast this afternoon. "Well! Want to rain," he lamented while patting his forehead, between annoyance and fear of rain.

"Rain is a grace to be grateful for, not even complained about." A handsome, tall, well-built man who had come out of nowhere stood right next to Dasha.

Dasha turned her head and was surprised when she recognized the face of the man who had been advising her. "Eh, Mr Hendra, are you waiting for an invitation too, sir?" The man named Hendra shook his head. "I'm standing here for a ride, you want to?" his tan made Dasha's mouth agape for a few seconds.

"So you want me to go home?" tawar Hendra is Dasha's idol lecturer at the campus.

Dasha gulped nervously then nodded without a second thought. "I want to sir" he replied enthusiastically.

A second later the delighted expression on Dasha's face disappeared, replaced by a lethargic expression as she saw Alvan's motor stop right in front of her.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm a little late to pick her up." Dasha's face immediately flushed to hear the sentence coming out of her sister's mouth.

"Seek off a little deck?! I've been waiting for you for an hour, where the hell?!" dasha's nagging anger that he had been harboring since. Dasha forgot that she should keep the image in front of Hendra who could be said to be her idol lecturer at the Campus.

"Yes sorry, my bike ran out of gas, so I had to walk to the gas station, so long ago nyampe here." Alvan explained honestly. But Dasha did not believe it because her sister often lied to her. Like that time, Alvan could not pick him up on the grounds that his motorcycle tire was leaking, but in fact Alvan went to take Aleena to the bookstore. Fuck up!

"You lied, didn't you, deck?!" tuding Dasha who was slapped with a hard coil by Alvan.

"If he's lying, what do you want? Marahin' him on the side of the road like this?" sela Hendra was forced to interfere because she saw Dasha's emotions.

Getting a direct reprimand from his Lecturer made Dasha realize that he had been overcome by anger. He immediately asked Allah for forgiveness. Then he looked at Hendra as if to say thank you.

"Sorry Alvan yes, brother, I'm so sorry." With teary eyes Alvan begged Dasha to forgive him.

"Yes, Alvan, my sister also apologized yes, it was angry with you," said Dasha who admitted her mistake as well.

"Well, this looks good" commented Hendra.

Alvan looked at Hendra's face with a probing look. "Previously sorry, you were my sister, huh?" ask her in a possessive tone.

Hendra smiled wryly and shook Alvan's hand. "Known, I'm Mahendra Nufail Zhafran, I'm your sister's favorite lecturer at the college, isn't it Dasha?"

"I ... i. yes really," said Dasha stammered, her cheeks were flushed but this time not because of anger but because of a shy blush.

"Dasha's sister's cheeks blushing, lest Brother Dasha su...." Alvan's sentence was interrupted because Dasha had silenced her mouth with a palm.

"Sir Hendra, I'm the same my sister said go home first. Thanks for the offer," said Dasha, smiling politely.

"Together, you go home be careful," replied Hendra.

"The father is also careful" said Alvan after his mouth was removed from the lentic arm of his brother.

After Hendra's death, Alvan began to interrogate Dasha about the man. "My lady, you like that om-om?" alvan asked who made Dasha's lips twitch to hold back the laughter. "Om-om who?" Dasha asked Alvan. "That one, that one!" alvan ngegas replied.

"You mean Mahendra Nufail Zhafran, who is 29 years old and who is more than you?" dasha said deliberately detailing to insinuate Alvan.

Then Alvan felt guilty for calling his brother's lecturer who was young and super perfect like Hendra with the name om-om.

"Dek, why? How's diem? If the nanyanya is not so, mendingan we go home right now," said Dasha as he took the helmet hanging on Alvan motorbike and wear it carefully so that the pashmin is not damaged.

"Look deck!" bring Dasha. Alvan nodded then rode his motorbike and started the engine.

Dasha got on the bike and sat behind Alvan. "Hands on, brother" Alvan said. Unmitigated, from behind Dasha hugged his sister's body tightly.

"I said grip, not hug," protested Alvan.

"Brewle! Let's walk, brother wants to spit-cheap until home," concluded Dasha who was replied by a nod of resignation by Alvan.

Arriving at home, Dasha kissed the back of his hand Umi and Abi who were busy chatting in the family room.

"Assalamualaikum Umi, Assalamualaikum Abi" said Dasha.

"Wa'alaikumsalam dear," Aisyah and Devano answered almost simultaneously.

"Where is college today? Smoothly?" devano asked with a gentle look. Dasha let out a long sigh and sat on the empty side to the left of her Abi. Then Dasha leaned her head on Devano's shoulder spoiled.

"Currently, Abi. Even so smoothly, Dasha so tired, plus tired of waiting for Alvan invitation," Dasha shoot. Devano stroked the head of his daughter who was getting older but still remained spoiled. "Lajar dong dear, whose name is the lecture is tired, if you do not want to be tired of marriage, do not need to go to college again," joked Devano.

"So you want to stay in college or get married?" goda Aisha. "Yes stay in college, Umi," said Dasha as she sprinkled her cute lips.

Aisyah laughed then stroked Dasha's cheek gently. "Whatever your choice, Umi same Abi will support as long as it is a positive thing," said Aisyah.

"Thank you, thanks Abi. Dasha is very grateful to have parents as understanding as you," said Dasha with a sweet smile.

Devano and Aisyah also smiled. In their hearts they are very grateful to have a daughter who is intelligent and sholehah like Dasha. From a toddler, Dasha never made Aisyah and Devano complain because the boy was very intelligent and was able to do many things alone without the help of his Umi and Abi.

As an adult, Dasha received many awards both academic and non-academic, many teachers are amazed by the intelligence of his brain.

Because of her intelligence, Dasha was able to complete high school education at the age of 14 years. After graduating high school, Dasha studied religion in a boarding school while memorizing the Qur'an. And now he is continuing his S3 studies at Bina Nusantara University.

No wonder many say that Dasha is a child prodigy who was present in the midst of the breakdown of the marriage of his parents at that time.

Seriate....

Hi, I finally made a spin off of it. Maybe it will be long because this will peel away her love story Dasha.😊😍💕

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