High School, But Married

Episode 12's

"If you talk in the filter first, Kulsum. Don't just say it. Fall slander his name if your speech is not true" Assagaf reprimanded.

Kulsum sneered indistinctly. Making Qonita and Assagaf shake their heads. Zulfikar remained silent, though he could not take what came out of Kulsum's mouth.

Always get an A in all SKS taken, until in the fifth semester, Zul only spends a few SKS. Great opportunity for him to find a job. Working in Caffee next to campus, with working hours that can be conditioned by college hours, of course Zul likes the job.

And now, that guy is at work. Serving visitors, he must be astute and friendly. The guest is the king, and he serves the guest as the saying goes.

"Zul, deliver this order at the table 10 dong. I'm kebelet ni" Annisa, Zul's co-worker pleaded.

"Yes, Nis" Zul gave a small nod. Immediately bring order at table 10.

Azahra's package arrived today at a new address. Azahra went straight home after school. Moreover, Zul said that he was at work and Kulsum still had a lecture schedule until 4 pm.

When the motorbike he was driving entered the parking area of the house, the courier from J&T stopped in front of the fence.

"On behalf of Aviola Azahra?" ask the Courier to Azahra.

"Yes, Sir. I myself" Zahra answered approaching the courier.

"This is the package, Dek. Total cash on delivery (COD) 1.5 million"

Azahra took the wallet from inside her bag. Soon the woman spent the money according to the grocery bill. "This, Sir"

After paying the bill, Zahra picked up some packages on her behalf. There are three packages from the same store. He did deliberately not buy in large quantities in one check out, because sellers like himself like to take advantage of the pieces of peskir.

If the postage in one check out can reach 500 thousand, while 3 times the check out only spends 300 thousand, why should one check out? While the number of orders in one check out is equal to the number of orders that three times check out, when combined. Loss of 200 thousand dong, thought Azahra every time shopping.

Bringing in the package at home, Zahra placed it on the living room table. While he went into the room to change his uniform. In just a few minutes, the woman came out with scissors, brown and clear duct tape, black paper, a cell phone and a notebook and a pen.

With a fluffy smile, he made a video unboxing package. Gratitude is extended by him when the contents of the package correspond to what he ordered. After making an unboxing video, Azahra established herself as a model. With a beautiful appearance, he wore a tote bag and uploaded it on his social media account.

"Are you home?"

Incoming message from Zul. Soon Azahra replied to him.

"Yes, Brother"

"Oh yes, Brother. I want to ask permission to go out for a while, want to send packages in Daya, BTP, PK 7, PK 8, and on Jalan Bung"

Tick two, but Zul has not returned. While waiting for a reply, Azahra filled the package she had packed into a large red crackle that often became a package holder when the girl delivered the order.

"Yes, be careful on the road. Don't speed. Let me know when you come home tonight"

"OK (Smile smile)"

Holding his goods, Zahra put it on the front of the motorbike. Soon the woman locked the door of the house before moving outside the house.

In the spirit of 45, Azahra came to one address to another. Without complaining, he remained patient despite finding the wrong customer to send the address. As of right now, the beautiful woman was in PK 8. At the ATM BRI.

"Allalama, Buk. I'm in front of the BRI ATM now. What part of my mom is she?" asked Zahra in a phone call.

"Still on, son. If from the front, pass five houses after the ATM BRI"

"Oh yes, Buk. I'm there now"

"I'm sorry, son. Your home address is not listed on Maps so you use the ATM BRI address" said the mother.

"No Papa, Buk. Oh yeah, here's the package. A total of 340 thousand is the same price"

Azahra thrust a beautifully wrapped package with black paper coated with clear duct tape. The mother took it and did not forget to give up 350 thousand money.

"Take the change" said the mother.

"No, Buk. I have a small money, this is 10 thousand" Azahra refused.

"No papa, consider it your sustenance" said the mother.

Azahra kissed the customer's hand. "Thank you very much, Buk. I continued to drive first. Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikumsalam" answered the mother. He entered the house after Azahra had left.

On the way home, Azahra's motorbike ran out of fuel. Forcibly, the woman pulled over on the side of the road. Looking at the clock on his wrist, the short clock direction number is at number 6.

"Remain here?"

Zulfikar arrived. No matter where he came from, Azahra did not know. Judging from the appearance of the man, it seemed like he had already gone home from work. But ... instead of the workplace next to the campus? Why Zulfikar can be in PK 8.

"My motor is on strike" Azahra said.

"Yes, you go home on my bike" Zul handed the keys to Azahra.

"No need, brother. The SPBU section is in front" Azahra refused.

"Yes, you go up let me take you to the SPBU" said Zulfikar.

Soon Azahra was riding on his bike. From behind, Zulfikar took him to SPBU which was about 100 meters away.

"Have you finished delivering?" ask Zul.

"Already, Brother" replied Azahra.

Upon arrival at the SPBU, Zulfikar took over the Azahra bike. Dropping behind the motorbike users, the man once saw Azahra who was also staring at him. I was amazed by the woman who was sitting on her bike.

"And Kulsum can be like Azahra" Zul's inner.

While waiting for Zulfikar, Azahra took the time to return a message with his friends in the group. The content of the text from Haikal made Azahra chuckle until he was unaware of Zulfikar's presence.

"You why? Self-driving, crazy cake" Zul said.

"Friends I just chatted. He said he had DM him, the guy asked for my number. He wanted to give thanks but asked permission first" said Azahra.

"Cowok what chick?" ask Zul curiously.

"Cowok, Brother. Any girl wants a girl's number. There were no jobs" Azahra replied laughing.

"Just be happy, you have a match" said Zul and left Azahra.

Azahra frowned, looking at Zul who was getting away. "Based on a madman!" ketus Azahras.