High School, But Married

Episode 67's

"Who are you ...?" zahira exclaimed in annoyance while justifying her hijab.

"I'm Kansa Herlambang, you can call me Kansa. I'm sorry, I pulled you because I felt sorry for you. Why the hell do you have to beg to sit there" said the man named Kansa.

Zahira stared fixedly at the face of Kansa's beautiful Manik eyes like hazel. His nose is sharp, his lips thin, beautiful again he has dimples on the left and right.

"God willing, the glowing of your creation, O Allah" murmured Zahira. As fast as lightning he shut his own mouth.

Kansa laughed softly. "Look easy. It's not just you who say I glow, almost everyone sees me saying the same thing" Kansa said.

Kansa Herlambang, blesteran–Dutch Indonesia. Papa Kansa is native to Makassar, while his mother is native to the Netherlands there is her Malang as well . Kansa was born in the Netherlands until he was 11 years old. Although living in the Netherlands, Kansa's parents often teach Kansa Indonesian.

"You're a transfer boy? What class?" ask Zahira.

"Yes, I moved from Malang. Class 1 will go up to Class 2" Kansa replied.

Zahira nodded. The entrance bell has not been heard, Zahira invites Kansa to the cafeteria and will introduce Kansa to Fenda. Zahira ordered yellow rice for him.

"You want to too?" ask Zahira.

"Yes" Kansa said, taking a seat at an empty table.

Zahira ordered yellow rice for three people, and did not forget to order a cold drink. Then he took his place in front of Kansa. Before long Fenda came after reading a message from Zahira.

In the corner seat, there was Taufik and his two friends. Taufik remained relaxed even though in his heart he did not like to see Zahira close to men. Not that she was jealous, but she was afraid that Zahira would fall into the pleasures of the world.

"Hopefully the man can make her turn away from you, Fik" Rio said of Taufik's friend.

"I hope so too. I feel sorry for him, he's always been ignored. She's like a woman begging for love" said Gery, who is also Taufik's friend.

"I didn't ask him to fall in love with me. I'm being nice too because he's Auntie Zahra's son" Taufik said, siphoning off a cold drink with a straw.

The bell rang, and Zahira and her new friend Fenda entered the classroom.

In another place, precisely at Azahra's house, Mama the second child was holding her crying son. Whether what happened to Furqan, even though Baby Furqan's cry grew stronger, Azahra tried to stay calm and did not want to panic. It's just him and Furqan at home.

At 3 p.m., Zulfikar came with his daughter, Zahira. Zahira who makes new friends with passion she tells her Papa. Even he did not hesitate to say to his Papa if he admired the figure of Kansa is good.

"But you have to stay alert. Don't want your friend to take you to school!" Zulfikar.

"Yes, Pa. Papa, can it be Saturday night Fenda and Kansa play at home? Want to do the task together" said Zahira before showing his feet to the stairs.

"May" reply Zul took his place on the sofa.

"Are you sure it was your Papa Mama?" fenda whispered after Azahra and her husband returned to the room.

Zahira chuckled softly. "It was Fenda. I'm the first child, so it's appropriate that Mama Father I'm still young. And again, Mama Father I married young" explained Zahira.

After convincing Kansa and Fenda, Zahira begins to take out her notebook. Also a maths book. The math task was 20 numbers, and among the three of them only Kansa understood the explanation of Ms Anya in front of the class this morning.

"Darling, how can you not help your friend?" asked Azahra who happened to pass through the living room.

"I don't understand, Ma. Mother made it clear quickly" Zahira replied scowling.

Azahra approached, taking her daughter's book of duty. Pulling a smile, the woman asked her daughter to slide slightly to the side so that the mother could sit down.

"Where's your pen?" ask Azahra. Zahira got me a pen. Then give it to my mom.

"About numbers 4, 5,7, 9 and 10 the same way it works. So Mama's working on number 4 later you're working on another number, how?" Azahra.

Zahira nodded. Kansa and Fenda stared at the familiarity of the two, there was a sudden sense of envy enveloping. They were not that close to their mother.

After completing task number 4, Azahra left her daughter and her two daughter friends. He went to the kitchen to get a snack in the refrigerator. Then take her to the family room to be eaten by her daughter and her two friends.

"Take it, Aunt to the room first" said Azahra smiling.

"Thank you, Auntie" said Kansa and Fenda together.

Two days later at school, Zahira was no longer near Taufik. Not no longer love but it's a trick that he follows from the results of watching Korean drama stories of teenagers. Hope that the trick will work.

Taufik just got out of the classroom to the cafeteria. Soon she graduates and will fly Abroad. There he would breathe fresh air without being bothered by the Genit Zahira. But .the closeness of Zahira and Kansa makes Taufik feel uncomfortable.

"Why should he be so close to the new kid!" taufik's mind was upset. "God! What's up with me? Why should I be upset? Isn't that good, Zahira won't be near me anymore" he said.

"Beb, you want to go to the meeting tonight?" tanya Fenda stirred up her drink.

Zahira thought. "You know what, but Papa won't stop me. Even if I come, it means I'm a couple with my Papa. And for later that night is not possible, you know for yourself right, I have a little adek. Where would Papa want me to leave his son and wife at home" explained Zahira.

"Let me go to your house. Ask permission directly with your Papa Mama. Usually, parents will ngizininin their children if their male friends come directly to ask permission. But you also have to remember, if we are allowed, you don't go anywhere. You're the same me and Fenda keep. How's it?" kansa.

Zahira nodded. "You're coming in the afternoon, so, if I'm approved, we can go straight to the salon to get meka up" Zahira said.

"Don't expect you to the condition" Taufik's inner.