Hadwan
Chapter 5: The Good Man

..."Of the tens of millions of young men, only this time I met him who was very modest."...

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"If I don't want to, what?" daniel asked because he did not want to apologize to Hadwan.

"I will report you to Mr. Saputra!" Threatened Daniel.

"It is not necessary, I have forgiven him," Hadwan said suddenly.

"But ...," said Iklima with a look of disbelief. How could someone who had just been insulted by someone else easily forgive him? Hadwan is very good, that's what Iklima thought.

"Tuh, Hadwan is sorry too. So, don't be sorry either" Daniel said, lightly.

Iklima was silent, and Hadwan left the place, while Iklima who had just realized it immediately followed the steps of Hadwan who began to move away from his vision.

"Fifth, where are you going? It's been here just like me, later I will buy deh," said Daniel, feeling that Iklima is just like other women who are easily seduced by expensive items.

"It's none of your business!" answer Iklima, and go back to his steps.

In the school's corridor, Iklima saw Hadwan's figure and immediately called out his name.

"Goddess!" call Iklima with a slight shout, for Hadwan is some distance away from him.

Then Hadwan looked back, and stopped for a moment. That way, Iklima just walked up to him.

Hadwan gave a distance between them so as not to be close to each other, while Iklima who did not understand just stay still, and still approach Hadwan.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" hadwan protested, as Iklima continued to approach him.

"Why?" ask Klima with her beautiful face.

Hadwan fell silent, he looked confused to answer what, and if not answered surely Iklima will continue to ask.

"We are not mahrams" replied Hadwan briefly.

Only then did Iklima understand after listening to the answer from Hadwan, because Iklima had known the word from Mama Nadira.

"Oh, okay. Sorry," added Iklima while shifting his body from Hadwan.

After that, Iklima just started a conversation between the two.

"Why do you keep quiet when everyone is insulting and talking bad things about you? Though not one person alone that is so, but many," asked Iklima while looking at Hadwan who was still bowed, without even looking at him.

"Pardon is more beautiful than hate" replied Hadwan briefly. However, being able to make Iklima speechless.

"Are you not hurt when many people talk bad things in front of you, while the word sorry has often been given to people who can never change?" ask the clergy seriously.

"There is still a God capable of turning the heart of every servant, then nothing is impossible if the wicked turn out to be good" replied Hadwan and immediately departed from before the Claiman.

Iflima was silent, he was still reminded of the answer Hadwan gave just now. Really, only this time Iklima found a man who was very different from the others.

His personality is very hidden, but his heart is very broad to forgive those who have insulted him.

"Fifth, where have you been? Finally we meet you here, but from now on we've both been looking for you everywhere, but did not meet," said Naina at length, and Wardah still breathing, but not met, because he had run when approaching Iklima.

"Not going anywhere, I have just come, and not too long ago also been here," answered Iklima casually, while his two companions just stared in wonder at him.

"Why not just go to class, Iklima? If you know this, I didn't have to look for you everywhere" said Naina who felt very sprained.

"Naina, watch what you say! It's not good to say that to Iklima," Wardah said. He greatly appreciated the feeling of Iklima.

"Biarin, whose fault has made me sprained," said Naina.

"Yes, I'm sorry, is Naina beautiful? Seriously, I will not make sprains and tired again these two friends of mine," said Iklima while cupping Naina's cheeks with gusto.

Wardah smiled because Iklima was always able to make his two friends happy again, and not angry.

After the conversation was over, Iklima and his two best friends immediately entered the classroom, because soon the doorbell rang.

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In the 12th grade of IPA, Hadwan had just entered his class, and Ikbal had already greeted him with a smile.

"Hadwan, where have you been? Tumben once late," asked Ikbal who was at the table with Hadwan.

"There's a little problem" replied Hadwan casually.

"Did anyone bother you again? Whoishe? Let me teach you a lesson later." Ikbal is ready to standby if anyone bothers his friend.

"Don't cause any more trouble! I'm not papa, there's no point in dealing with people like that anyway" Hadwan said. The person he was referring to, who else if not Daniel and his friends who had often disturbed Hadwan.

Ikbal relented if Hadwan had forbidden it, and looked back at Hadwan who was taking a small object out of his bag.

Hadwan had a habit of carrying the small object, and Ikbal already knew if the Qur'an mushaf was always Hadwan take it anywhere.

That way, Ikbal always felt calm if Hadwan melted the holy verse of the Qur'an very melodious.

"Hadwan, what do you want?" ask Ikbal in surprise.

"Read the Qur'an. After all the teacher is still a long time coming here," replied Hadwan who returned to focus with the small object.

"It's noisy here, Wan. Are you sure you want to read here?" ask back Ikbal because the atmosphere is less likely.

"No papa" replied Hadwan briefly. That way, Ikbal just listen, while other friends are busy chatting a lot of things.

However, Ikbal did not approach them at all, because for him Hadwan is better than other friends. Can give a lot of positive things, and be able to change it into a better child. In the past, Ikbal was the most difficult child to be counseled, brutal, and often even struggling with a girlfriend. However, after getting to know Hadwan, he began to change deftly, and did not become a wayward child anymore.

Therefore, Ikbal is very comfortable to be friends with Hadwan, although Hadwan is not from among the people, but his attitude is able to make Ikbal realize that all this time the strange man was not true, he said, and Hadwan kept his privilege from many people, so that no one would know it.

"Hadwan, do you want to teach me to read the Qur'an?" ask Ikbal a little carefully.

Hadwan teseyum, he was very happy with the offer from Ikbal. "Of course, I can. Later after the break, we go to the mushola," replied Hadwan, and Ikbal was very happy because Hadwan wanted to teach him to read the Qur'an which he had long wanted to re-read, and hold the mushaf.