High School, But Married

Episode 37's

Azahra and Zulfikar sat with Grandma Angel in the main hall. Both Zul and Zahra were also curious as to what purpose Grandma Angel had asked them to meet her in the main room.

"Mom, what's wrong? Do we have any wrong? If so, forgive us" Azahra said seriously.

Grandma Angel pulls a smile. "No, you two have nothing wrong. Someone wants Grandma to ask you guys.

"When are you guys going to the reception?" he added.

Azahra and Zulfikar looked at each other. A reception? Really, the two young couples did not intend to hold a reception. So, what answers should they give to Grandma Angel?

"Why? Why are you two quiet?" asked Grandma Angel frowning.

Ehem!! Zulfikar. The man confirmed his way of sitting.

"So this is it, Grandma. Me and Zahra haven't thought of ... Wrong, not yet but indeed we both did not think up there. Right now, we have a plan to find a strategic location to open a small business" explained Zulfikar.

"Call your parents!" grandma Angel's statement did not accept if her grandson did not hold a reception.

Azahra resigned and returned with Papa Kurniawan and Mama Aira. Mama Aira and her husband sat on the same sofa, as did Zulfikar and Azahra.

"What's up, Ma?" ask Papa Kurniawan.

"Mama wants us to hold a reception for Azahra and Zulfikar. Cost issues, let Mama take responsibility. Mama has discussed this with your Papa" explained Grandma Angel.

"Zahra, a week after you heard the results, we're having a reception. Grandma asked you to invite your Mama and Papa. Ask them to come" he said.

"Yes, Grandma. Alhamdulilah, two more days Mama and Papa want to come in Indonesia" replied Azahra.

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Time passed, graduation day was in sight. This evening, Azahra is at her parents' house, in BTP. Sitting in the living room with Papa, Mama continued, also her husband, Zulfikar.

The beautiful woman named Allice, looked spoiled at her husband, Zahra's father. Spelling in front of the princess and daughter-in-law, make Papa Giman shy even though he is no longer young. Even so, the man looked young.

"Honey, not here" whispered Papa Giman.

"Ma, Pa, you go ahead, me and my husband go to the room first" Azahra pulled her husband's hand. As long as he and Zulfikar were married, the two were only at the cuddling stage, nothing more. And now, Azahra's eyes have been tarnished by Mama's actions.

"Honey, let's continue what Mama did" whispered Zulfikar with a perverted smile. That instant also Azahra chills. Of course it makes Zulfikar smile evil.

What do Mom and Dad do? Oh no, Azahra is shy. But, what can he do if Zul wants that. Azahra must not refuse, what is in her belongs to Zulfiqar, her husband.

Upon arrival in the room, both Zul and Azahra remained silent. Azahra had no experience, so she was confused as to how. So sitting next to the bed was his decision. While Zulfikar, the man who is known to be loyal, not once did he ask strange things to the woman he was dating. Therefore, he and Azahra were the same, having no experience. But ... Zul never watched a video ***** on an adult site.

"Am I searching first? I'm afraid I'm wrong" Zul's inner.

"How's this? I have no experience. I have never seen an adult site. Did I open geogle first?" inner Azahra.

"It looks like Jono's tonight is going to be like the nights before. Why don't you remember his prayer!" Zul cursed in his heart.

"Kok I can forget that I'm menstruating again. Don't I want it too?" inner Azahra.

"Yes, tonight I let Azahra sleep well first. Tomorrow morning, I memorize his prayers as I study first" Zul back in.

"Sister Zul__"

"Korara__"

"K_kakak first" said Azahra stuttered.

"You are" said Zulfikar.

"Anu, um ..." Azahra scratched her non-itchy nape. "A_i .. I'm on my period" she continued.

"Alhamdulilah, I survived my silly excuses" Zulfikar said.

Today, at exactly eight in the morning, Papa Giman has been at school with several other guardians. Their hopes were the same, both wanting their sons and daughters to pass a hundred percent.

Long enough to wait, finally the parents of the guardians of the students were asked to enter the room that had been provided. Long story short, it was time to read the decision. Of the 100%, only 99% graduated.

The students' cries broke. If it's only 99% that means there's one person who didn't pass. And it managed to make all the students and schoolgirls wonder. Wh who? Is that me? She's she? Or Who? Who didn't pass it.

"1% I mean here are students who transfer schools at the beginning of the semester. So, all 11 students, both from IPA and IPS majors, all graduated" explained the Principal.

The crying of all students and students broke out, the women who had the status of bestie embraced each other. Today, exactly the 30th, is the day the farewell begins.

Those who live in one City, will rarely meet, may not even meet. Especially with the nomads, they will disappear like swallowed by the earth. A sense of reluctance will approach, until the time that passes wants to be repeated again. However, all of that would only be wishful thinking. Not unwilling, but perhaps impossible conditions.