Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 3# The Grandfather's Assertiveness

"Na, did you hit and run?!" peekik Mila panicked. The girl looked back several times to make the two-wheeled vehicle rather shrewd.

"Lu diem-diem why the hell, Mil! Anyway, I'm sure the guys aren't okay. Wrong he himself crossed while dreamy. If I had stopped, I would have stopped!" Hasna shouted back because her vehicle was still speeding and winding in the village.

Before long, the mighty vehicle was forced to stop. Hasna stepped on the brake suddenly until Mila's head hit the helmet.

"That headaches me, Na. Why the sudden brake?" mila protested while rubbing her forehead.

"Stalk dead end, Mila! You don't see that there's such a high wall in front!" sarcasm Hasna. He opened the glass of his helmet, then looked back. There was no longer the sound of police patrol motorcycles chasing him.

Hasna, too, intends to rotate the vehicle. Just about to turn to exit the alley, it turns out ...

"Astagfireullah! Police Na!" pekik Mila while smothering her mouth because of shock.

It turned out that the patrol police chasing Hasna were outside the alley to wait for her.

"Duh, how is this? Time has to be stuck again." Hasna just muttered in her heart.

"You guys! Already a wild race even entered the village disturbing people to sleep. Here you are, come with us to the police station!" The uniformed officer led Hasna and Mila.

"Open your helmet! Then show me your identification!" tell the officer again.

Hasna and Mila gave up their ID. Hasna also handed over her vehicle papers. After that, he opened his helmet.

All complete. It's just that the officer was surprised by the fact that the one who had just become a wild racer was a Muslim girl. Even the girl was complete wearing an abaya and a wide pasmina.

"Aren't you wrong, Neng? Where's the girl, hijab, when it's midnight and wild racing? Is this the crazy age!" The officer was completely taken aback by what appeared before his eyes. Even his friend could only shake his head as if at a loss for words.

"Are you taking part in the event dhikir continued racing yes?" ask the officer to make sure again. Because he believed. The girl who should be calm and silent in this house is actually a young man who likes to ride his motorcycle in the middle of the night blind.

Hasna remained silent answering nothing. Letting the uniformed officer speculate anything against him. I hope they don't know which family he comes from.

Because I don't believe it anymore. When they found out Hasna's family background.

"By the way, Neng. Why are you suddenly mute?"

"It has. Maybe he's embarrassed. As a woman .. muslimah. Wouldn't it be nice to stay home. Moreover, it's been this night. We'd better take it to the base" said the police friend.

"Don't hold it, can you sir? I also will not run, "protest Hasna but with a voice made as calm as possible. Hasna respected them. Hasna lowered her gaze as one of the officers stared at her intensely.

Both of them returned to shudder inexhaustibly. Specially? Because Hasna is a beautiful Muslim girl.

Hasna and Mila were taken to the police station. There they both checked. At that moment, Hasna told me honestly what the reason was for the race.

The next morning, a charismatic middle-aged man and a veiled woman came to pick him up. The Space Hermawan and Hanifa Zaskia.

"Sorry." That's the only word that came out of Hasna's pink lips. Without daring to look towards grandfather or mother.

"We're home. Talk about all of this later at home alone," said Hanifa softly to the princess only wayangnya this. He rubbed Hasna's shoulder and then walked forward after Space.

Just because what he did broke the law and norms then, Hasna must be ready in the ugly stamp, especially by her own family.

When in the parking lot.

"Bun, let's take Mila first. Kasian, no one's picking up," Hasna's pinta softly grabbed the mother's hand.

Hanifa turned her head for a while, looked at the princess then turned to Mila who looked down deeply.

Hanifa nodded and smiled behind her niqob. It was, a thin object that stuck out to cover part of his face.

Arriving at home.

"You go up, and rest, let Siti later deliver breakfast for you. After 10 o'clock, you go down again. At that time, Mother and Grandfather wanted to talk," said Hanifa softly as she stared into the dense bead belonging to her daughter.

Her soft palms rubbed Hasna's head. He felt more guilty. Actually there is no intention of Hasna to humiliate the good name of her family who incidentally is the broadcaster of this religion.

Of course, in the eyes of the community the actions he did were very tarnishing. However, Hasna had no other way to silence and subdue Raymond and his henchmen.

Hasna just nodded weakly. The girl also chose to obey. He also did not go to college today.

"That child," Angkasa complained, sighing deeply.

"He's not paying attention, Bi. We are too busy outside, advising people to know there to treat their trust (child ) well and according to the guidance of the Quran. But instead, I ignored my own daughter. Until, Hasna vent it with various extreme activities." Hanifa said regretfully. He blamed himself for being too busy.

"There's no other way."

Hanifa was no longer able to reject the plan of the man who was the only old man. The plan that since 2 years ago wanted to be done by Angkasa, but Hanifa refused hard because she did not want to be far from her daughter.

Exactly 10 Hasna down. The sweet girl in the home clothes but still covered approached the two people she loved very much in the family room. Hasna just let her long hair loose.

Because, who see it like this is only family. And, the grandfather was a mahrom to her.

"Here dear," call Hanifa, for the princess to sit next to her. They also face space.

"Sorry, this time grandfather's plan is done."

"Hasna doesn't want to go to the pesantren! Hasna wants to go to college! What will be the fate of my friends there!" hasna protested unaware she was standing up from her seat.

It was at that moment, Angkasa for the first time gave a sharp gaze to him.

"Selfish grandfather! Hasna doesn't want to be your missionary!" Hasna also brushed off Hanifa's hand which was holding her arm. Then, he ran back to his room.

Hanifa turned her head with teary eyes towards the Abi.

"Enter the boarding school and study there. Not just because you want to be a religious broadcaster. However, at least the boy knew the science of religion that he would later practice and he taught his descendants."

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