In the Name of a Mate
Chapter 3: The Girl Thugs

The wind blew cold that afternoon, the clouds seemed to be preparing to shed the burden that he could no longer bear

"You want to try this, brother, no holiday?" Bored, tired, lazy, is the test of a science claimant

"Don't say don't want to come because Zain chose Kak Yasmin" Bilal accused by looking intently at his sister's eyes

"Don't mention her name again, this has nothing to do" Layla doesn't like being accused like that, she's like a person who failed to move on, but in fact she's a little bit

Zain, a man who was studying fifth semester and teaching in ponpes as a pencak silat teacher, managed to make an Asma Layla Husna feel love at first sight. But as if fate viciously asserts that they can't be together

"Udah, don't have much reason" Layla stared at Bilal intensely, her sister looking very different

"Sir Bilal likes santriwati there?" Adultery

"Don't say anything!, where there's a big brother like that" Bilal replied visibly evasive

"Typically the person who answers kayak gini is real" Layla certainly did not want to lose, the strange girly her brother was enough to make her suspicious

"Are you the one who likes Zain?"

"Layla likes Zain?"

Mampus, the two brothers looked at each other, Naufal who had just arrived accidentally heard the words of his two children

"Do you like Zain?" The question was repeated with Naufal's straight gaze staring at his daughter

"No dad, just amazed" Layla replied by shaking her head, she did not want her father to think about her

"Antara was amazed by the taste of it something different thin son"

"Ila know, Ila may not like the same man who had preached Kak Yasmin" Layla said lowered her head, confirming her father's words. Admired and liked is something different thin, he is now even confused, what the taste of Zain is love or admiration. He thought about what love meant to him now, but yesterday he discussed this with Nessi

"Dad's daughter is big, falling in love is not wrong, it's just that sometimes love chooses the heart that is not right to be together"

"Ila understands father" Naufal smiled at his daughter's reply. Adolescence is never separated from various problems, including matters of the heart

"You want to go njai?"

"Yes, my dad's tumben has come home at this hour?" Bilal looked at the clock on his phone which still showed at four in the afternoon. Usually Naufal comes home at five or half six

"The job is done, I forgot to tell you that the afternoon is off. Uncle Hasan said, there are guests from Turkey" Bilal and Layla nodded, shortly after the rain fell, the clouds spilled what had been contained

"Luckily not going, it could be raining until the night there" grumbled Layla, he looked at his brother who was a little disappointed, there must be something that he later there

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With a fairly blistering, still in his gray white uniform, Bilal chased the girl in black hat and her straight hair was loose, blowing in the wind as she ran

The seventeen-year-old jumped over a wall that was almost equivalent to his height when he was turned around. Sure enough, behind the wall was a road that the girl had crossed. He was surprised and intended to turn around, but Bilal immediately pulled the collar behind his shirt

"Reverse the wallet first"

"No!"

"The mother wanted to buy a school bag for her son" the girl was like a silent place for a moment, then finally stepped on Bilal's feet hard

"Akhh" instead of taking off the back of the girl's shirt, Bilal pulled her back so hard that she fell down

"Ouch"

"We're breakeven, hand over the wallet now"

"Don't think you can run away again" Bilal could read the girl's movements that were preparing to escape

"In the meantime" irritatedly the girl took out her purse from her pants pocket

"Why opened?" Bilal furrowed his brows at the girl opening the purse that was clearly not his

"You take the money to eat" Bilal immediately snatched the wallet before the girl could get the money out of there

"Don't take people's money, it's illegal" Bilal took out green money from his pocket, money with the picture of Indonesian hero Sam Ratulangi he put next to the girl

"Haram's? If the person who eats the country's money what's his name?" The girl asked back with a cynical smile, but her hand kept putting the money Bilal had given her in her pocket

"Stolen is haram, food bought with illicit money and entered the body will be blood that continues to flow, how do you pray to God if in your blood flows something illegal?"

"It's my business with God, I go to hell I feel alone so there's no need to advise me like that" the girl replied indifferently

"It's not you, but your parents can also be dragged along because of your behavior"

"I give a lot of thanks if so, even if it is necessary to make a celebration event in hell, did they ever care?" Bilal opened his eyes several times, unable to believe the words coming out of the girl's mouth

"Next time don't come again mr. ustadz, I need money not a lecture, but thanks for the money" the girl stood up with a slight limp and immediately left Bilal who was still dumbfounded with every spicy word he said

Initially after school, at the intersection of a fairly quiet red light, the girl ran when the vehicle stopped, a mother in her forty years of age chased and shouted 'Maling'. Bilal who saw the incident, parked his motorbike at the side of the road with the origin and ran after the girl who was agilely running through the narrow alleys in the house of residents, it seems he really knows this area

"Freaky girl" he muttered shaking his head, he chose to return and handed over the wallet of the mother who did not forget to say many thanks to him, even in his heart he prayed as the girl said, I hope they don't meet again. But between do'a and destiny, where will it be?

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