Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 10# Victims of DRAKOR

That night, Hanifa and Angkasa stayed at the boarding school. It has been provided a special room for guests who happen to need a place to rest.

Because there are many families from out of town. In fact, there are also some from abroad, for example, allied countries.

"Hasna wants to sleep with Mother, not in the dorm room," pinta Hasna with a pleading gaze..

"But baby, at least starting tonight you should get used to sleeping in the dorm room with the other sisters. Just introduce yourself," Hanifa advised her daughter.

"That's exactly, because in the future I will rarely meet Mother. So, to eat this let Hasna sleep with Mother yes," whined Hasna.

Hanifa, who saw unusual things from her daughter, finally agreed. It's true Hasna said according to him.

They also sleep together. Even Hasna hugged her body. A little bit of heartlessness arose in Hanifa's heart. His daughter had always been less attentive to him. Now, it's getting further away from his side.

However, once again what he took was for Hasna's own good. As a mother, of course, Hanifa was concerned with all the behavior of Hasna who always cared for others rather than herself.

Hanifa hoped that, by being and studying here, Hasna could understand to accept her life's destiny. Removing his hatred of men.

"Honey, I hope you find the meaning of life and your identity here. May you understand and accept the fate of your life" whispered Hanifa gently in Hasna's ears that had been completely sealed off.

The next morning, Hasna had to give up her temporary separation with her mother. However, all this time the girl was rarely with her family. Because Hanifa and Angkasa are busy with their da'wah schedule.

However, Hasna felt herself this time as if completely thrown away. Nothing yet, Hasna was already starting to feel lonely.

Hasna, don't worry too much about the future. Just walk. Who knows if you're here. 😁

This place is completely foreign to him. Hasna is not like the brother who with his own desire to study Islam abroad.

"Brother, take my favorite grandson. Hopefully, our plan runs smoothly," said Angkasa while embracing kyai Faisal.

"Goddessa. Be calm. It's safe here, a lot of mentors and coaches. After all, Moses would directly teach in the beginner's class. They will often interact" explained Kyai Faisal, the owner of the boarding school.

Hasna finally let go of her family with a smile. The one he was thinking about right now. I hope Mila and her friends are okay on campus.

He will not be able to freely go out after feeling in this boarding school. In fact, using a mobile phone will no longer be as free as usual. There will be rules from now on.

Huft!

Hasna sighed to start her day.

"Lo can definitely Hasna. This place is neither a prison nor a prison. You can definitely survive," her inner self.

"Let's Nak. Soon your class will begin" Ning Khumaira asked. The middle-aged woman wearing the niqob like the mother suddenly grabbed her arm.

Hasna went into her room first to take all the learning needs. Two girls who were roommates stood at the door smiling.

"Um, I'm Hasna" he said, extending a hand.

"Oh, I'm Syifa."

"And me, Sarah."

They shake hands and smile.

"Yok, spit. Classes will start soon. I can't wait to meet the handsome gus," Sarah asked.

Hearing the words of his new friend, Hasna patted him on the forehead. Perhaps, everything was more difficult than he expected. A woman is pussy against a man without turning out to be everywhere. Including in an environment that always limits this - it is with all the rules.

"Who teaches must be a man. Shouldn't we keep our eyes?" ask Hasna.

"Ustadz will only teach a few specific lessons. The rest of us will only be taught by Ustadjah, let alone about fiqh," Syifa explained.

"Hem." Hasna answered only briefly and politely.

It just so happened that Hasna was only room three. While the other at least one room was six.

"Why are we three? In fact, I saw six beds, six closets, too?" cecar Hasna on these two new friends.

"Actually before you came there were six of our friends. But they've come home for something" replied Sarah.

"Whatis that? Wouldn't every class adjust its rooms?" look at Hasna again.

"Em, he said, according to the news that I heard some of them were married, then married." This time it was her turn, Syifa who answered.

Hasna also shuddered frequently hearing the word in a match. For him, who gets a partner by looking for himself is not necessarily true. Especially if it is in a match. That is what Hasna thought.

"Why, Na. How do you shudder that?" ask Syifa wonder.

"Marriage is the most horrible thing in life!" chirps Hasna. " In addition, when it comes to marriage by parents, hiii .. horror," added Hasna again.

Syifa and Sarah were together. They did not expect behind the impression of Hasna sweet and humblel turned out this girl was afraid of marriage.

"Why is the expression of you two like that? You think marriage is good? Ck, don't look at the sweet and the uwwu. There is a lot of sadness and bitterness in the relationship. And you know, affected not only the spouse of the husband and wife, but ... also other people, including children," said Hasna by dramatizing her tone. So, these two friends gulped hard.

"You mean, what the hell, Na? How I felt horrified. In fact, I want to ask for a soul mate with God. I ... want to marry young," said Sarah.

"The point is, never take that decision briefly. Think carefully. Marriage is to justify two people in a relationship that Allah has always maintained. It is not about uniting two hearts, because there are many hearts there. There are parents and relatives. After marriage, there will also be a new heart that you must take care of. That is, children," explained Hasna.

They both walked very slowly because Syifa and Sarah were studying the sentence after sentence that came out of the mouth of their new friend. And, it all makes sense.

"Have you ever thought of that when you decided to get married? Do you understand what marriage is? Did you just think about the romantic story? Eating a plate together, taking a bath in one vessel? Cih, it's a disgusting thing and too drama!" and Hasna again.

"Yes, I think getting married is one of the halal ways of courtship. A container to feel the pleasure of heaven world," said Sarah.

"But, wrong choose people ... could be .. hell!" clearly Hasna again dramatized her voice and facial expression.

Until it makes these two friends, shudder in horror.

Seeing the look on his friend's suddenly changed face, Hasna made a faint smile.

"The victims of Drakor!" inner Hasna.

Seriate