Ambiguity Between Us

Seven

"In fact, there are those who intend to menghitbah Nay, through the father. But not Azki. However, everything depends on Nay" said Mr. Rahman slowly.

I don't want to get hurt yet, anymore. Think Nayra.

"Hmmm. Looks like Nay knows the guy. But I'm sorry if Nay can be honest. Nay's not ready to get married. And Azki's ustadz business, Nay hasn't had a chance to like it, so forget it" Nayra said, with a little lie.

The man nodded slowly, not knowing what he was thinking. But he seemed to understand enough of Nayra's reason for refusing.

"i chose to give up on liking her, I gave up not wanting to get hurt again whether it was because of her, or because of them. I choose to be happy because of myself. I don't want to be treated in a situation I don't like. From now on I choose not to care, over them, over my attitude, which I care about so that my heart is fine. Selfish. Let it be"

***

A man dressed in a black tekwondo suit with a blue t-shirt showing his muscular arms, was standing facing the crowd of santri who were warming up in the cottage square, in the bright biased lamps santri rooms. Every now and then the man looked at his cell phone, and left a smile. Unbeknownst to him, Ustadz Rahman, who was sitting with Hanif, who was also a teacher at the boarding school, was watching his behavior from a distance.

"why your friend Nif" asked Ustadz Rahman to Hanif who was also looking at Azki and the son santri who was practicing tekwondo.

"less know sir. He has no story" Hanif said, looking up at Ustadz Rahman.

The cottage, which was only 2 years old, had a relatively young teacher, so for them Ustadz Rahman was not only an ustadz, but a father. Ustadz Rahman told them.

"Try the father who asked Same Azki. Munking will tell her story" continued Hanif with a smile.

Azki, who they were talking about, was seen watching her phone screen light up. A message from a mobile phone number.

"Coach there. The diligent work let the marriage spit"

***

It had been a few weeks that Nayra returned to her boarding house near where she was teaching. He has returned to the normal activities of a teacher and educator. During the day he spent teaching, the night he spent on himself. Me time for him.

At 2 pm, he returned to his boarding house. He took a white bushel. In the food and cake that he had cooked before leaving for school. After everything was finished, he came out of the room with a black plastic that was filled with food.

20 Minutes drive, he arrived at the parking lot of the boarding school that is outside the cottage building. During the day the pesantren field is always quiet, rarely seen santri who come out. Day until asar is a time of rest. Until no one comes out.

Nayra, walking towards Asatidz's office while carrying the black plastic she had brought from her boarding house. The room is still closed.

"Assalamualaikum" he said, while in front of the door of the office of Asatidz, while opening the door.

"Waalaikumus greeting" A heavy voice replied from inside the room.

Nayra, look towards the voice. The veil that still covers his face. He smiled and came closer.

"Ustadz" call him.

The man smiled.

*_* do not forget to leave the impression, let the spirit write