A Fool Because of God

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After two more weeks since I sent Curiculum Vitae to Ta'aruf, Ummi Aisyah never again ordered me to come to her room . I read a textbook with no interest, my mind is unfocused. The teacher's voice didn't come into my hearing either .

 

'Maybe I didn't fit into his criteria' . My heart while lined up the book with green markers in my hand . ' Maybe I want too much' Add me again while bending my face .

In the Dormitory I have been fishing many times Umi Aisyah called me by walking slow motion in front of her room, but I was not called at all . I also dare not to the point ask .

I don't want to hurt my feelings , my heart is not good , I would be ashamed if I was rejected because of the bad writing Curiculum Vitae. 'Am I that bad to accept?' 'How will I face Ummi Aisyah again?' . A rough gasp of breath came out of my mouth, I stared at the classroom window bored, only the green leaves were on the tree .

"Hatoloh ! Again dream what ?" reprimanding Iffah who is now sitting on my bench, I sit in the corner near the window , I look at the whole class that started to empty .

"Udah done? , when did Mr Dian out of class "quanya I make iffah head bobble .Mr. Dian is a history teacher in our class who taught but I did not pay attention, I felt guilty for ignoring until I was unconscious that it was a break .

" Srv" .

"Vania !! Ngagetin knows " . My words were upset, the girl just smiled without guilt .

" anything I didn't take", his complaint made us chuckle . "Come" I took her hand .

 

Our school cafeteria is in the middle of the , between the Ikhwan sanri and akhwat . We will not meet each other because we have different hours of rest . I went around the canteen table . And come in line to buy spicy cimols, that's my favorite snack .

 

One pack of cimol with iced tea, and wafer and milk box . Who will accompany me in my first hour of rest .

I spread my eyes on the back side looking for my friend . Meet! , Iffah is still waiting for her drink and Vania is still waiting for the cake to ripen.

I sat on one of the benches waiting for iffah to finish first instead of Vania .

Finished buying bagged , we return to class . Purchased snacks are deliberately to be eaten at school . If eaten in the bagin it feels as soon as in class we will be hungry again.

My steps stopped seeing a man I knew in a thin white shirt 'A Farhan', Deg! , my legs were limp , the sunlight made it bright in my sight .

"There's Kak Farhan" Vania's whisper made me look away . Vania pulled my hand , heading to the man not far from me .

"Assalamualaikum Sis, when will I go home? Said Ustad Firman, Kak Farhan again studied at Cairo university "Sapa Vania who leaned in with questions .

Wa'alaikum greetings, yes I have graduated , late last year , ustadz where ya ? the question made me want to scream, in front of him .

'Cantorlah!! the time of the cantina' 'but I can't possibly scream like that .

"Maybe in the office, uh it's "Pointing Vania that makes me quickly pull iffah .

" When we are deluan ".my words pass away . I can't stand it, it feels like I'm going to meet my father-in-law. I glanced for a moment, our gaze collided , There was a smile on his face. I shook my head quickly .

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