Women's Love Awareness
Chapter 10

Alinda moved her feet quickly towards Bi Herni's house. When the dawn of Azan reverberated, he fiercely opened his eyes and awakened himself from his beautiful dreams. Yes, he had a dream last night to meet his parents somewhere very beautiful and cool.

"I have to go back before Bi Herni and Mang Agus realize my absence in the room" the beautiful girl muttered inwardly.

He continued to walk greeting the damaged asphalt road. Life in the village is completely different from life in the city. At dawn he saw the people going back and forth to the fields, to the fields, to the gardens and to the rivers. This made Alinda feel more calm.

Brugh!

Alinda accidentally hit someone who was walking in the opposite direction. He who walks with his head down and focus down seems unconscious if there is another human in front of him.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim," hissed Alinda while rubbing her chest. He raised his face covered by the niqob.

A man with a burly body and a handsome face looked fixedly and deeply at Alinda. However, he seemed to have no problem when Alinda accidentally hit his body.

"Sorry, are you okay?" asked the man in a cold yet calm voice.

Alinda nodded small. "I'm the one who should be sorry for bumping into you. Thank God, I'm fine" he replied with a face he was still bowing to.

The man looked in wonder and thought hard. Do you ever hear that girl's voice? Has he ever seen that girl?

"I'm sorry" said Alinda, who then stepped on her leg, but quickly caught her hand.

"Who are you? Have we met?" asked the man in a very curious tone.

Alinda quickly brushed off the hands of the handsome, non-common-looking man in the village. "Sorry, don't be so presumptuous. We have no business and have never met, so .. allow me to leave, "he said in a cold tone.

The man further frowned and was curious about the figure of the niqob-wearing girl who accidentally hit him. But even so, he still let Alinda walk away from him who was monitoring the vegetable garden owned by his parents.

Yes, that man is Maher Sanjaya. A handsome young man was the only son of a vegetable and fruit farmer in the village. Maher Sanjaya is a young man who rarely hangs out with his peers in the village. When he is at home, he will be preoccupied with his activities taking care of the plantation owned by his parents who will be passed on to him alone. And if he is not at home, it means he is in Jakarta, taking care of his own vegetable and fruit store.

But now the handsome young man was in the house of his parents because he was monitoring the development of vegetable and fruit plantations. Of course, vegetables and fruits that have been harvested will be taken to the city and sent to resellers, dropshipping, agents, sub agents and small stalls that still have time to order to him. Especially his shop too, he also pulled from the harvest of the plantation of his parents.

"Who's the girl? Her eyes are so pretty. Why is she wearing a niqab? It doesn't seem to be the natives of this village" Maher murmured with his growing curiosity.

Meanwhile, Alinda looked crowded and like a fish that jumped from the pond to the mainland. It takes a lot of oxygen for him to breathe in order to breathe freely and normally.

"Astagfireullah! Fortunately, no one saw me with that man. I was really afraid that it would be a slander" Alinda said, wiping her chest repeatedly.

"Oh Allah, why is the window closed? Does Bi Herni know Mang Agus already knows I'm gone?" alinda said with an expression of shock and panic.

Yes, he was really afraid that his Aunt and Uncle would be very angry with him. He was also afraid that his Aunt and Uncle would worry about him. In fact, it was true, they were both very worried and even felt guilty for their attitude and actions towards the orphan girl.

"Astagfirullah, what should I do," hissed the beautiful girl while tapping on the tightly shut window of her room and it was locked from the inside.

"Heh, saha eta anu in dinya? Maneh her hottie tea?" a mother shouted to Alinda who was standing in front of the window of her room.

(Heh, who is that over there? You're a thief, aren't you?)

Alinda turned her head in shock as the mothers shouted at her and suspected her of muting. "Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. How'this? The mother thinks I'm a thief" she hissed inwardly.

The mother walked over to Alinda. His face was already fierce and like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. "She's the maling tea, is she?" point at the mother with a sharp and probing look.

(You're a thief, huh?)

Alinda quickly nodded. He was increasingly panicked and tense because the mother in front of him was now shouting at him as a thief.

"Maliab! Miaying! Hernii! Agus! Kaluar saria tea! Yeuh aya anu rec maling in dieu!" the mother shouted with great strength.

(Malie! Miaying! Hernie! Agus! Get out of you guys. Someone wants to move this here!)

Alinda was getting panicked and embarrassed to face the mother who did not want to compromise it. "Stop, Mom! I am not a thief! Please do not slander like that," he said full of requests.

The mother did not care that she kept yelling at Alinda and koar-koar so that the neighbors heard her screams. "Where do I want to go! See, you have your face covered like that, like ******** only!" hardiknya with a sharp and sharp eyes.

Alinda nodded a few times. It's too weak to be in front of the power of mother-mom.

"Where is the thief? Who's the turn-off?" ask a father who suddenly came after hearing the mother's cry.

"That's the thief! Very smart he wants to wear Muslim clothes like that. Use a face cover like******** again! Where is this Herni with Agus, they are still sleeping? There is a way to relax," said the mother who lambe turah. Looks like the bosses of the hobbyist mothers are gossiping.

In an instant the place was suddenly crowded by the neighbors who heard the screams of the mother lambe turah. And that made Alinda even weaker and more panicked.

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