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Formal Mention

Aisha who did not know what to say chose to leave, did not care about Ashar who continued to follow him.

They had even become the center of attention of the students who were in the library until both of them came out.

Ashhar continued to walk behind Aisha and stopped his steps.

"Aisha Nur Annisa." cried Ashhar who suddenly made Aisha stop.

At this moment Aisyah was so shocked, knowing the man who followed her knew her real name.

Seeing Aisyah who was silent in the place made Ashar return to follow Aisyah until it stopped right in front of her.

"Aisha, at least take this book. Is this the book you want?"

Remember the purpose, inevitably Aisyah also grabbed the book in the hands of Ashhar. "thank you. Sorry if I've been a hassle, Mom."

"Absolutely not, Ayesha. I'm even happy to do all this." Asyhar extended his hand again. "Oh yes I am Ashhar, the new lecturer here."

Hearing Ashar's words made Aisyah's eyes pattern, not expecting if it turns out that the person helping her at this time is a lecturer instead of a student.

When viewed in terms of appearance, Asyhar style is like a student in general.

Neat appearance, having a handsome face and a tall body shape make it still worthy of being considered a student.

Subjected to shame, Aisyah felt very guilty for treating Ashar like that.

"Sorry sir, I have absolutely no idea if you are a lecturer" Aisyah said, filled with guilt.

"It's okay. At least you want to take the book back is enough for me." Asyhar pointed to the book that was already in Aisha's hands.

But Aisyah looked still down. "Once again, I apologize sir."

And somehow, Ashhar felt bad if Aisyah called her name with formal designation like lecturers and students.

With a nod of understanding, Ashar seemed to be thinking. "Well, I'll forgive you but on one condition."

"Condition? What conditions, sir?" Ashar smiled with satisfaction.

"I'll forgive you if you stop calling me Pak because honestly our age is still adrift not much even earlier you still think I'm a student" said Ashhar at length.

"No sir whose name is teacher is not seen in terms of age but from his knowledge. If where Mr. Ashhar feels unworthy to be called that name then how will Mr. Ashhar be appreciated?" the light of Aisha made Ashar even more amazed.

"Alright, if that's Ayesha's will. I will not argue anymore. After all, Aisyah's words were indeed true."

After their conversation, out of nowhere Zian came with a tired face.

At this time Zian seemed overwhelmed because he was looking for the truth of Ashar which seems to have been outside.

"Jeez, Syar. Apparently you're here? Do you know I'm so tired of looking for you?" lamented Zian.

"No, I don't know." Ashhar's words suddenly made Zian flabbergasted at the answer.

But as much as possible Zian resisted his frustration and now his gaze was on a beautiful woman who was in their midst.

"Assalamualaikum Aisyah." Zian greeted Aisyah with a nod.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mr. Zian. You healthy?" Aisyah who was confused saw Zian's tired face ventured to ask.

And the question managed to make Ashar also look at his best friend who did look unhealthy.

"As you can see, it looks like I have to check my pressure. Can Aisyah check it out for me?"

Not wanting to lose to Ashhar, Zian intends to heat up his best friend by using Aisyah to check the pressure.

But just now the thought was stupefied, now Zian had to swallow the disappointment for the second time.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's just that I don't carry any equipment at the moment."

As the sky collapsed before his eyes, Zian also chose to resign with a face that focused on looking at Asyhar who seemed to hold back laughter.

Another case with Aisha who now looks at Ashhar and Zian alternately.

"Oh yes, Mr. Ashhar, Mr. Zian. Then I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight." Asyhar and Zian answered simultaneously.