IF YOU ARE A FOOL

New Phase

Back to college, back to Pesantren, back to fighting with books.

It may be true what Dian said, that Ummi will not keep the important news alone. Evidenced by Ustadz Billal's interaction with me, who no longer seemed to notice me as usual. It even feels like keeping your distance.

Thank God if it is like that, so I do not need to avoid ustadz Billal continuously. Even I hope after this free from the view of skinning ustadz Billal.

While on campus, I started recokin by Dian's friends, it seems Dian has been blatantly wanting to show our relationship.

Actually, I don't like it, it's just that sometimes it's uncomfortable to be the center of attention, the center of conversation, as the fiancee of a former BEM chairman. It's been so tired of being the main character since Elementary School.

Dian is not at this campus anymore, but her friends who still live are still very much. So Dian's trail doesn't just disappear on campus.

Fascinated with his girlfriends. Known as Dian's fiancee is not easy apparently. I was once proud, known as Dian's fiancee. The man who was once number one in his time.

On the other hand, I must return to face a feud that I never expected at all. Return to life full of excitement.

And indeed, well......

This world will never let you live in peace, without tests. Because his true life is to be tested.

Only, this time it was much different. Because I will fight for someone who will be my life partner. Now it's time for me to fight. Fighting for my own love and happiness.

Being an accelerated student is sometimes not as easy and fun as imagined. When you have to join activities with students one level above, but have equality in it.

Must be mentally prepared to face satire as well as sneers.

It even becomes more heavy when accidentally having to interact with girls who used to be Dian's fans. It could be still chasing Dian until now, it's just that I do not know. And I never tried to figure that out.

It's not that I don't care, it's just that I'm pretty sure and trust Dian. His love, his honesty, his loyalty. For me, all of that was quite visible from the struggle he had been in all this time.

Except, if the disturbances are clearly visible in front of my eyes. I'm sure I won't stay silent.

About me alone?

Don't ask, I've been so busy with my own flying hours.

Even now I have started preparing myself for the internship. Search for the best places

Side activities as an asdos I've lived right. I also gave extra lessons I stopped.

It's just about Mr. Nicholas, like him I won't be able to escape from his shadow. Maybe I'll be 'graduated' later'. So must be patient, be the accomplice of the second person on campus.

Well, Mr. Nicholas now serves as vice-chancellor.

When it came to my mind, was it time for me to leave the boarding school?

Sooner or later, my internship and KKN will make me leave Pesantren for a long time.

Looks like I should talk about this with Siska immediately.

If only we could have stayed together, it would have been more fun.

I want my heart to invite Siska to run together. But what power, if he can't afford it.

Sometimes there is a sense of guilt about often leaving him alone. And also feel lonely, when I have to go through my activities alone. In contrast to his previous habit, which was always boisterous with Siska's babble.

I really miss the tumultuous atmosphere with Siska.

Unfortunately, what is seen in Siska is not what I rest on. He looks comfortable, even more familiar with Santri-santri in Pesantren.

No less make me stunned again, when I saw Siska joking so familiar with Ustadz Billal. There was an Arabic class. My heart's intention is to take classes that are clearly left behind. I think what's wrong with trying, mugkin can still follow the five minutes of lessons left, rather than being absent continuously.

Unfortunately what I found was no longer the remaining five minutes of lesson time, but rather the warm interaction between Ustadz Billal and Siska at the teacher's desk. While the bench santri is empty without occupants.

I'm not jealous, not at all. It's just, just this time seeing Siska can joke so fun. Because before, it was always a war of mouth if together with a boy friend.

Before it was known I immediately set foot to leave the classroom in the back of the building.

I don't want to speculate too far. Where maybe bar-bar girls like Siska hold side by side with an ustadz whose life plates, worship services and worship. The inn is serious. Just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.

And as I laughed to myself, preoccupied with my own thoughts, I accidentally collided with someone, Ustadz Fikri.

"uh, sorry ustadz" I soon realized that the map I was holding had fallen.

"it's like you're chasing someone" said Ustadz Fikri.

"sorry ustadz, kebelet" reason moreover that is more appropriate than the call of nature that one.

"jas, spiel.

I'm looking for this Billal ustadz" ustadz Fikri told me the reason, which is actually I don't want to know either.

"oh, there's ustadz. Still in class tidying up the task books.

" excuse me, assalamu'alaikum" and I hurried to leave ustadz Fikri without wanting to hear what he would say.

"Bene-bene kebelet him" murmured ustadz Fikri and I could still hear him.

"Yes, ustadz. Kebelet ran away from Siska and ustadz Billal" I said in my heart, responding to Fikri's uncut ustadz words.

Ustadz Fikri was the brother-in-law of Ustadz Billal.

If only he would have said if it collided with me, surely Siska would have asked in detail.

So goosebumps themselves, considering the habits of ustadz Billal who used to skin me with his gaze.

Will Siska also skin me with her questions?????