High School, But Married

Episode 3

Zulfikar blinked, groped the right side but could not find his wife. Pulling himself slightly leaning against the head board, the man stretched his hands up for a few moments. His gaze was distracted on the small paper that was overstressed by the glass glass. Curious, Zul took it.

"Sister Zul, I saw Brother sleeping very well so I don't have the heart to wake up Brother. Oh yeah, I went to school. Sorry, there is nothing I prepared at the dinner table because there are no ingredients that can be cooked. Later, after the new school I stopped at the market"

Zulfikar drew smiles at both corners of his lips. Soon the man went to the bathroom to clean himself first before going to campus. After finishing the shower and getting ready, his phone rang.

"Zul, Kalsum your lover called ..."

"Zul, Kalsum your lover called ..."

Zulfikar who while in front of the contract, the man took his place in the front seat. Then reached into his device from the pocket of jeans he was wearing at this time. With a beautiful smile that expands, the man answers the call from the lover.

"Where are you, honey?" ask Zul.

"I'm on the road and I don't know where to go"

Both of Zul's eyebrows swooped up. "Why not go to college? Not that there's a lecture schedule this morning"

"I know, but now I'm in trouble. The boarding mother charges the boarding money while I have no money to pay for it" Kulsum said upset.

Again Zul frowned. "Not that last week I gave you money to pay the bills for next month"

"Emm .. that .. anu, dear. I used that money to buy skincare. Because my skincare has run out" Kulsum said.

Sighing deeply, Zul did not know what else to do. It was always Skincare that was preferred by Kulsum. Can't the woman think of Zul who is also in college.

"Zul, I heard from Qonita, you've contracted home with your cousin's sister. I can't stay until I have money for rent again"

"Later we will see. I asked my cousin's sister first, because she doesn't like seeing people date. Let alone making out in front of him" replied Zul.

Elsewhere, Azahra was seriously watching the teacher explained in front. He has to be focused and really pay attention. For him it will be a loss if he only goes to school and goes home without bringing knowledge.

"Materials today are here. Don't forget to study for next week's quiz"

"Well, ma'am .." answered all the students and students at the same time.

The first hour was over, Azahra took her phone from the bag. Frowning as she saw the call of Zulfikar, her husband. Without thinking, Azahra called back. Once a phone call is answered, it is different from last night.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother. What's up?" asked Azahra directly at the core.

"Anu, Deck. Um ... Can't you, Kulsum lives with us?"

Jem!! Azahra. Should he reject it or agree.

"Dec .."

Azahra still did not budge.

"Azahra, can you?"

Asna who had been watching her best friend, the girl stroked her shoulder when she saw Azahra drown her face on the table. Asna was sure, there was something Azahra had kept from her. But, he didn't want to press Zahra. He was sure Azahra was looking for the right time to tell him.

"Patiently yes. Whatever the case, I'm sure, you can get through it" Asna said.

Azahra justifies his way of sitting. Instead of stress, mending he invites Asna to study as usual. Until the mother teacher Ifka Jannah who taught at the second hour gave greetings before entering the class.

All students and students publish Indonesian books. Our language, but it is difficult for Azahra to understand it. I don't know, Azahra feels better she's learning English. But, he is Indonesian, he must know good and true Indonesian.

The second subject begins, all students and students are so focused on learning Indonesian. Until the learning process ends when the hour-rest bell sounds echoing.

Guru Ifka, the Indonesian teacher left the class. After his departure, all the students started cheering. Those who are hungry and thirsty, go to the cafeteria. Those who are recalcitrant, immediately to the back of the class and do not forget to bring cigarettes and matches. And those who are lazy out of class, are still loyal inside by looking for a topic that is well discussed.

Azahra was looking for a comfortable seat, which could make her mind calm. Sitting under a tree accompanied by Asna, Azahra looked at his passing friends.

"Na, no old man is sick huh" said Azahra.

Asna, broken home child. He was at the lowest point. Faced with a difficult choice, until he took the middle path, choosing to stay with the grandmother of his father who happened to have a range of sickly.

"Why? It's not like you still have a dad. Your father is also married again, you have a mother now"

"Yes, but they live abroad" Zahra said sadly.

Asna leaned shoulder to Azahra. Looking in the same direction, the two were pensive for a moment.

"You know, I miss my mom and my dad. But ... both have their own families. You know, not once did they call me, let alone see me and Grandma. Every time Grandma asked me when Dad was coming home, I was confused to answer. Until in the end I lied so Grandma wouldn't be disappointed"

Sighing a long breath, Asna exhaled her quietly. "And this morning, our rice ran out. Grandma asked me to call Dad, but he didn't answer my call"

Asna is strong, but fragile too. In both of his eyes, there was a puddle of water. Soon the woman wiped it.

"In fact, there are still people whose exams are harder than mine. O Allah, forgive me who often complains" said Azahra.

"Na" call Azahra.

The owner of the name. "Why? You want to confide, confide. Secrets are safe" said Asna.

"I'll just vent. Now I want to invite you to cooperate" Azahra said seriously. "And I sell online. Well, later in the afternoon my stuff comes in. Since tomorrow is Sunday, how about if you come with me to send a package to my customer. Later fortunately we for two" continued Azahra seriously.

"And you said there was no rice. It's not that I love you, I just want to be a useful friend because I exist. I have 1 million now, I guarantee it to you. Later you buy rice, the rest you use to sell pulses"

"Where do you want to?"

If it was just a puddle, now Asna began to shed tears haru. Not caring about the surroundings, Asna wept hugging Azahra.

"Thank you, Zah" said Asna.

"Either. Remember, tomorrow at 10 I'll pick you up at home. Because the customer wants their order delivered tomorrow" explained Azahra.