The atmosphere of the Islamic boarding school seemed increasingly difficult for Fatimah. He saw that some people were more on the side of Ify. Even a word of incitement he was never heeded at all by Farhan. He started to snort in annoyance. "Damn it, Ivy!" He also walked so fast towards the soup kitchen and he took water in a glass. He took a sip of it until it wet his slightly dry throat.
That afternoon dusk began to come and greet, Fatimah also tried to correct her mistake by making hot tea for Ify. But behind the good is hidden a bad plan. "Just look at you Ify I will definitely repay you!" She started grinning at the corner of the soup kitchen.
"Tari!" Fatimah also called Tari to help her then she gave him a warm sweet tea to hand it over to Ify. She was sure that if it was Tari who gave the glass of hot tea to Ify, the woman would never suspect her.
"What is it, Fatimah?"
