High School, But Married

Episode 33

"Well, I'm glad to hear it" said Zulfikar. A second later he laughed. Pulling himself up to sit, Zulfikar looked at Azahra. "Cieee .. who was left out of wedlock" he continued.

"What the hell!" ketus Azahras. Annoyed, he went from the bed to the bathroom.

"Cieeeee ... Zahra cieee ..." Zulfikar is back.

In the bathroom, Azahra kept swearing. Not wanting to hear the thud from Zulfikar, Azahra turned on the water tap.

In bed, Zulfikar stopped mocking his wife. Getting out of bed, the man took out two glasses of rice to cook rice using magic com.

"Sister .. Can you get me a towel? I forgot to take it" Pinta Azahra stood behind the door.

"Where do you keep the towels?" ask Zulfikar who does not know where the towel is.

"In the closet most carry" explained Azahra.

As Aviola Azahra explains. Zulfikar left his job, then took out a white towel from the closet. "Zahra ... There are no towels here" Zul told a lie.

"Could you do it? I was the one who filled. Try to check back, time does not exist"

"There is no Zahra. There's no towel here. There is only mine, the red color" explained Zulfikar as he walked towards the bathroom door. "Open the door!" he added.

Pulling a smile, Azahra opened it. Slowly his hands stretched out, pulled back after the towel was already in his grip. After putting on the towel, Azahra came out.

"Zahra, it turns out you're beautiful too" smiled mischievously, Zulfikar teasing his wife.

Turning the lazy eyeball, Azahra took out a change of clothes from inside the closet. That compliment he had always heard over the past month. The man who was once used by the woman he loved very much, now issued his manager to his wife. I don't know what the purpose is.

"I'm sorry I married you" he added.

"Oh yeah? Who said he was tortured to marry me? The devil?" azahra looked furious.

"Yes .. like that demon. Because indeed I do not feel" said Zulfikar who initially wanted to make Azahra upset.

Azahra snorted in annoyance before she entered the bathroom. After wearing a change of clothes, the beautiful woman came out to her husband who was still faithfully holding a magic com pot.

"Just wash the rice" Azahra said.

"Later I'll fry the fish" he added.

"Zahra, don't forget to cook vegetables. I want to eat chickpeas" said Zulfikar, who was in the bathroom.

At eight o'clock in the night, Azahra and Zulfikar were laying low. In front of them, there was a magic com pot containing rice, there were dishes, spoons, glasses, and side dishes as well as drinking water that was already available.

As usual, Zulfikar will take food for him. So too with Azahra. While eating, Zulfikar's phone rang. But the man refused to answer.

"Hubliness! Go without meeting and call without chat first" murmured Zulfikar. It looks like a new number, but Zul knows whose number it is.

"Cieee ... there's a snack ..." ledek Azahra while nudging Zulfikar's arm.

Zulfikar. "He's my best friend. We grew up in the same neighborhood. There's that big house, that's two houses after Mama's. Well, he lives there. Name's Micel. His father is Australian, his mother is native to Makassar" explained Zulfikar.

Azahra. "Keep, why didn't you answer her call?" ask Azahra.

"That's a lesson for him for going without saying goodbye" Zul replied a little annoyed given the attitude of his best friend.

After the meal, Azahra washed the dishes aided by Zulfikar. After cleaning, the two sat in the front room.

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Zulfikar's phone is back vibrating. The lazy Zulfikar replied, leaving his phone to him. He is not angry, but just lazy .

"Talk to him" Zul placed his cheek on Azahra's ear.

Azahra nodded quickly. But the woman across the phone started saying hello. Forced, Azahra started the conversation by saying hello. "Assynolajet. Sorry, Sis. Brother Zul is again doing campus work" explained Azahra.

"Who am I talking to now?" micel asked a little sounding sniffle.

"His wife" whispered Zul giving Azahra the code.

Azahra. "Wife? Is Zul wrong?" azahra asked.

"Helloooo. Who am I talking to now? Not deaf!" Micel was getting upset

"Ah, s_s_i am his wife" replied Azahra.

Tut Tut ... Call disconnected.

Zulfikar smiled wickedly. The guess is correct, Micel will unilaterally disconnect the call. A year ago, too, called to be picked up at the airport. And Zul is sure, now Micel is at the airport.

The next day, Azahra prepared to go to school while Zulfikar was still sleeping. He who would not disturb the husband's deep sleep left only a small piece of paper stored in Zulfikar's cell phone.

Upon arrival at the school, Azahra sought out her friends who had not actually come to school. Fortunately dispelling the burnout, the woman hummed while herding a step forward the school gate.

"From who, Zah?" tanya Akri, Azahra's classmate who just came.

"Haikal and others" Azahra replied.

"Sana Haikal" Akri's index finger is pointed at the approaching two-wheeled vehicle.

Reviewing the smile, Azahra waited for Haikal who seemed to come with Irwan. After a few tens of seconds, Gea and Geofani arrived. Only Asna had not yet shown her nose. Long wait, Asna arrived at school. While waiting for the morning apple, Azahra and his friend sat in front of the class.

"Beb, where are you going to college?" ask Gea to Asna.

"I haven't thought of it yet. You know for yourself, my grandmother is old, vulnerable to pain as well. I don't want to leave my grandmother" replied Asna. "Where do you want to go to college?" sis asked.

"Maybe in Jakarta. Because Mama and Papa I moved there" Gea replied.

"Where are you Zahra's plans?" Gea asked Azahra.

"In Germany, I want to follow Mama and Papa there" Azahra replied.

"You and you?" Gea looked at Haikal and Irwan. Hope someone wants to study in Jakarta, that way, they will register at the same campus.

"I'm in Manado" replied Irwan.

"If I stay in Makassar" Haikal replied. Gea took a long breath. None of them want to study in Jakarta.

At the AQILA cottage, Zulfikar woke up to a ringtone that he had forgotten to slow down. Trying to open his eyes, the man grabbed his phone as well as the paper left behind by Azahra.

Staring at the clock on the phone, Zulfikar immediately cleaned himself up before heading to campus. In just a few minutes, he was ready to go to college.

Ting!!

"One day meet me at the usual place" Message from Micel.

Before riding on the bike, Zul took the time to reply. "I can't, so next time" replied Zulfikar.

"I don't want to know!" reply from Micel.

"Yes, four o'clock. Wait for my wife to come home and we'll be there" replied Zulfikar.