BRIPDA MAHMUD'S 30-DAY GIRLFRIEND

Chapter 50. The Multipurpose Building

Maya looks around looking for Dinda who is still far behind her. Maya immediately looked for a seat that had been prepared, a chair in the front row.

Not long after, Dinda followed inside accompanied by Mahmud who was walking behind him.

"Here we go, our youngest grand jury tonight. We welcome Brother Dinda Harika. Come on, Din, come forward! Please keep your seat." Duki's greeting made visitors in the building turn to Dinda who was walking slowly towards the front.

Dinda smiled at the visitors who greeted her. 

"Assalamualaikum Ustadzah,"

"Guard, mother,"

Sometimes he stopped, because there were parents or mothers of some of his students, reached out to greet him, some were hugging him, Dinda stopped and welcomed him. 

Duki is ready to call the first race participant.

Dinda walked forward, looking for an empty seat. Mahmud led her to sit in a chair. After Dinda sat down comfortably, Mahmud returned to the back. Sitting with one of the security guards by the door. 

The first poetry contest has been completed. And get off the stage. Duki called the second participant.

"The next participant of the poetry reading competition is Alia. For Alia's sister welcome to go on stage!"

The more night visitors to the multipurpose building the more and more. Many do not even get a seat. They were standing on the back of the wall.

Dinda sat in front watching Alia recite a poem.

"There is no lafaz as beautiful as you say, No antidote as beautiful as your smile, No day without a devotion, Sowing the seeds of love without fatigue.

Your spirit continues to blaze, I know.., your steps are full of sacrifice, If you are gone, you will always be remembered, you will always be remembered,

You're a hero without a badge."

"Wow! Very good Alia!" Shouted Dinda while clapping her hands. Clap your hands with all the spectators.

Alia came off the stage.

"The participants of the next level of children's poetry reading competition are, we call Iqbal. For Iqbal's sister welcome!" 

Iqbal went up to the stage with a piece of paper. Stand in front of the loudspeakers.

The sound of applause stopped. All eyes are focused on the stage.

Iqbal opened the paper he was carrying. Then he started reading poetry.

"Alif..Ba..Ta,

I was stupid at the time,

Not as I know it. Tsa.jim…

From not knowing until now I'm good, though,

Alif..lam..Mim.

I continued to deliver the letter for the first time, with Divine love verses that were able to thrill my heart. able to make me depend in my guidebook, Al-Qur’an.

I will not be able to recognize that letter, and I cannot chant that divine echo

without your intermediary,

You led me to divine love…

Thank you Ustadzah, your services I did not forget!"

Iqbal finished reading the poem.

All the spectators applauded.

"Wow! Iqbal! Cool!" Dinda stood up and pointed her two thumbs at Iqbal.

"Thank you, Ustadzah." Iqbal walks down from the stage.

At the same time Duki went up to the stage.

"Iqbal! What is the title of the poem?" Tanya Duki while preventing Iqbal from taking the stage first.

Iqbal is a third-year elementary school boy, and Dinda's student. He is sometimes funny and adorable, sometimes also appears wayward.

"Emm, what's the title?" Iqbal seemed to be thinking.

"Oh yes. This poem is called …,"

"What title?"

"Poemy for my Ustadzah!" Shouted Iqbal.

The sound of applause from the audience.

"If Duki's brother can know, who is Iqbal's Ustadzah?"

"Ustadzah Dinda."

"So this is a poem for Ustadzah Dinda, is it?"

"Yes. Damn right!" Answer Iqbal loudly.

A boisterous applause from the audience.

Dinda smiled at Iqbal's reply.

"The Ustadzah is Iqbal he said Ustadzah Dinda. Which one is it?" Tanya Duki faced the audience.

"That's Ustadzah Dinda!" Iqbal appoints Dinda who sits in the jury seat.

"Ow, this is Ustadzah Dinda,"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Iqbal.

"good. Now I want to know, how did Ustadzah Dinda respond to his poem Iqbal? Please judge Dinda to answer!" 

Dinda took the loudspeaker.

"Thank you for the opportunity given, thank you to me for making and reading this poem, especially for the one I love ananda Iqbal. Cool! The poem is very good. His picture of the struggle of an Ustadzah is conveyed excessively, in my opinion, and also sounds romantic. As soon as the assessment from me, Mr. Duki, more or less I apologize. Thank you," 

"Wow! This between students and teachers, uh, between santri and Ustadzah equally cool and compact. It was as if there was a connecting rope between the two. So that the knowledge presented by Ustadzah can be absorbed and understood by students, so that it is applied in everyday life. Okay fine! Once again applause for Iqbal!"

Iqbal get off the stage. Duki continued calling the participants to read the next poem to go up on stage.

The children's poetry reading competition event, made quickly, so that not too late has been completed. But because many participants who participated, finally at ten passing can only be finished. After clearing things up, almost eleven o'clock, Dinda along with the others came out of the building.

Dinda home with Mahmud.

"How's the leg?" Mahmud asked who was walking beside Dinda.

"Don't worry, it's better! I didn't expect Mr. Mahmud to be good at massage either,"

Mahmud looked up to hear Dinda's words. They stopped in the middle of the road.

"How can I not worry if something happens to you, Dinda!" Dinda looked down at Mahmud's words. Words are light to say, but able to thrill Dinda.

"Sorry to worry you," Dinda stepped foot, wanting to get to the dorm. Mahmud compensated for Dinda's footsteps very easily.

They have arrived at the princess's dorm.

"Thank you, sir, for driving me!"

"Hurry rest! Sleep well!"

Dinda smiled and then went inside. Mahmud returned to his place.

In the multipurpose building there are still many people. After returning from escorting Dinda, Mahmud saw a commotion in front of the multipurpose building. He went there too. 

"What are you doing here?"

The closer the smell the more clearly smelled by the smell of Mahmud's nose. Apparently there was also Andi with several security officers.

"This is Ndan, they drink and make a fuss here!" Report Andi.

"Bring to the post now!" Mahmud's Order.

There were about six people taken by security guards to the post. One had already run heavy and raved no reason. Two guys are vomiting. And the three people were still conscious, still able to talk.

Bripda Mahmud, assisted by Briptu Andi, asked for identity and information from those who were aware of it.

They are not company employees. They were all people from the village near the company, infiltrating into the location of the company.

That night Bripda Mahmud called Mr. Udin and Mr. Hadi reported the incident.