High School, But Married

Episode 53

Wishing she was pregnant but before using the test, she noticed blood spots on her pants. A sad hue was depicted on Azahra's beautiful face. One question escaped the husband's mouth.

"I thought I was pregnant because it was six days late, not really" Azahra replied with a frown.

Five months later. Zulfikar prepares for Campus facing Kaprodi as well as its ranks. He who has completed his S2 will teach at his Alumni. A pride for him to be able to teach with the Lecturers who used to teach him. A pride for him where he who used to sit in a chair with his friends will sit in the front seat that is specifically for Lecturers.

Azahra kissed her husband's hand, and Baby Zahira kissed him. The kisses of the two are avenged by Zul at the top of each head.

"Papa go first. Assalamualaikum" pamit Zul's.

"Waalaikumsalam" says Azahra.

"Mama, Papa pelgi? The czech?" asked Zahira who is good at talking even he is a quick-responsive child.

"Yes, Honey. Papa went to school. But, Papa taught, unlike Aunt Naudira" Azahra replied.

Zahira nodded, as if she understood. After Papa Zul's shadow disappears, Zahira and Azahra enter the Shop. Before long, someone said a greeting. Soon Azahra saw and found Asna also his son, Taufik Hidayat.

"God, the handsome Aunt is coming" Azahra stuck out a hand at Taufik. Taufik understood and kissed Azahra's hand.

"Tante, where's Dede?" ask a little Taufik.

"There inside, let's go in sweetheart" Azahra led Taufik in after Asna.

Taufik and Zahira started playing together. While Azahra began joking with Asna, his best friend who now has a culinary business in Antang Raya next to the Mega Rezky University Campus Makassar.

"Beb, when do we gather together yes" said Azahra.

"God willing, if Haikal holiday we will gather together" said Asna. "You want to go to college?" added ask.

"The plan is that. But later seen. Do you think I'll take care of the store or go to college?" ask Azahra later.

"Where are you comfortable. If you feel with the lecture of your life will be much better yes you go to college" explained Asna.

"You know what, I want to go to college just to monitor Kak Zul on campus. I'm afraid she's smitten by a pretty student" Azahra said.

"Astaghfirullah Zahra ... Istighfar. You have to remember, in Los Angeles alone, Brother Zul can keep the eyes of the time here. You're starting to hang on" Asna shook her head inexplicably.

"Yes too" Azahra confirmed.

"Mrs ... Dede bites Taufik's hand" Taufik reports as Zahira bites his hand.

Zahira.

"Dear Zahira. Let's apologize to Brother" Azahra persuaded her daughter who kept her head down.

"Auntie ... Dede is evil" Taufik.

"Nda ..." Zahira's cry broke out. He hugged his mother.

"Mama, Dede" Taufik pointed at Zahira who was crying loudly.

"Yes, it's crying" Asna told me.

Despite the excitement, Zahira nodded. "Still small, don't apologize. Surprised I'm the same son" Azahra shook her head in displeasure.

"Patience, Beb. He was a child, not everything we said he understood what he meant" Asna reminded.

Taufik starts playing, while Zahira does not want to get off his lap. A few minutes later, Zahira left the Mama to approach Taufik who was playing. Again and again, Zahira bit Taufik's hand.

"Mirh ..." Azahra pulled her son. "Don't bite his hand Brother Taufik. Sick, quickly apologize" he said.

Zahira threw a glance elsewhere. As if showing her reluctance to apologize.

"Yes, if Zahira does not like Abang Taufik playing here, Auntie and Abang Taufik say yes" Asna said.

"Dangan ... Hicks ... Mama ... Aunty reset .." Oh Zahira accompanied by tears. Strange but real, apologized but pretentious selling expensive. The turn is said to want to leave, immediately cry not to be left.

"Yes yes ... My aunt and brother did not go home. But Zahira promised yes, do not bite your hand again" said Asna staring asked Zahira.

"Ummm" said Zahira nodding. "Maap" he added.

Two hours before the disk of the sun completely disappeared from the horizon, Zulfikar first arrived at the Saucepan. When he arrived at the store, he did not find his wife and children. I asked where the two of them were.

Zul asked the neighbors, did they see Azahra leaving? And yes, they replied Azahra went with her friend who came with the boy this morning. Zul was sure, it must be Asna. Even so, Zul feels unsettled, immediately he charges his mobile phone in a neighbor. Incidentally, next to the Sustenance Shop was a counter.

"Where are you from, Mas?" ask a guy who works at the Copy Photos place next to the counter. Mas, the call was pinned because the caller was not native to Makassar, but rather immigrants from outside Makassar precisely from Central Java.

"From college, Mas" Zul replied smilingly.

In the midst of Zul's heart, the man's phone rang. Soon Zul sees who called and it turns out it was from the First Lady, aka his wife, Azahra the beautiful one.

"Assalamual. Where are you guys?" ask Zul.

"Aren't you opening Whatsapp? I chatted before leaving earlier" heard a question from Zul's heart woman.

"Owwww, as it turned out. Yeah, where are you now?" ask later.

"Me and Asna are also children in the MTOS Mall, ngajak children play. We'll be home soon. Where are you, honey?" ask Azahra afterwards.

"I'm in front of the store. Want to enter but there is no key" explained Zul.

"Yes Allah ... Yes, we go home now" Azahra said. Say hello, then disconnect the call. The distance between MTOS and the not-too-distant Shop, accelerated Azahra and Zahira to the Shop. It was seen that Zahira's eyes were removing clear drops from both eyes.

Seeing the princess crying, Zul looked at his wife and carried the princess "Why is she?" tanyanya.

"No going home, he wants to play" Azahra replied as she pulled the key out of the bag. After opening the door, Azahra entered the one followed by Zul.

"Where are there so many beautiful students on campus?" Azahra.

"Of course, honey. Especially near the Faculty of Sospol, Faculty of Pharmacy. Huiii, many are clear" Zulfikar replied quickly. Not that he could not keep his eyes on her, but he just wanted to see the response from his wife.

Azahra. Jealousy is attacking. Prejudice bad prejudices are roaring in his memory. He recalled one incident that was reported two months before Zul returned from Los Angeles, where a Lecturer who almost every time sent a message to his wife at home, saying love to his wife. But who would, at work, her husband had an affair with his student.