IF YOU ARE A FOOL

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Siska POV

Arabic lessons are fun today. Because for the first time I get the perfect point when practicing conversation using, of course I am very happy.

Until the lesson ended, Kayra had not yet revealed her nose. Even though he had sent a message that he would try to join the class even though it was too late.

At the end of the meeting, I had a conversation with ustadz Billal. But it is not about me or him that is the topic of conversation. Except for Kayra.

Well, finally ustadz Billal admitted himself that he was curious about the ring as well as the bracelet with the initials of the name that are circular on Kayra's fingers and hands. But it would not be courage to ask Kayra directly.

After telling Ustadz Billal about Kayra's engagement, he told her about himself. More precisely about the heart. Injured yet happy. That's what I can conclude.

Wounded because there was really no chance, but happy because it had found a bright spot.

"well, maybe this is already my fate Sis" said Ustadz Billal.

Trying to put on a sympathetic face, that's what I did. Because all this time I was not a good friend who could listen to a man's mellow curses. But somehow, this time I can feel the sadness experienced by Ustadz Billal.

But, back to God's destiny. If there is no soul mate, can it not? In addition to learning to accept.

Me and Ustadz Billal were just about to drop out of class, and suddenly ustadz Fikri came to our surprise.

"yes, this unusual sight" goda ustadz Fikri.

"what view of ustadz? " ask me, who does not understand the meaning of the words of Ustadz Fikri.

"ewh, no no.

Sorry Siska, I need a minute with ustadz Billal if you don't mind" Ustadz Fikri's remarks really confused me. Why should I mind too? I am just a student.

"of course not ustadz. Excuse me first then. Assalamu'alaikum" I also say goodbye to go first.

" waalaikumsalam Warahmatullah" replied ustadz Billal and ustadz Fikri simultaneously.

"you Bill, did not manage to get close to Kayra now turned to Siska" lamentably I heard what Ustadz Fikri said. And I just shake my head, apparently Ustadz Fikri misunderstood what he just saw.

As soon as I entered the pavilion house it turned out that Kayra was already inside the room.

"Kayra, even though I've been waiting for you from earlier" my protest, as soon as I entered the room and saw Kayra was relaxing on the bed.

"sorry, so it turns out that my stomach can not be compromised. Mules really, even still, until now" he explained. And I saw Kayra lying to the side holding her stomach.

"eating is not going to make me feel good" I casually protested against Kayra, without asking her why she had an upset stomach.

"it's good to eat. Again PMS! " Kayra answered so quickly.

"hahhaaha, kirain" I laughed at Kayra's reasoning.

"ih, basic friends don't have morals. Temen pain even awaited" this time Kayra's mouth looks more sharp 😁 and I laughed a little.

"telp Dian there, guaranteed to heal right away" back I teased Kayra.

"what the hell" answered Kayra briefly

"people say, the cure of love is the most effective"

"like you've been through" this time I got booed from Kayra.

"say people. I'm just mimicking the word people"

My conversation with Kayra had to stop because there was an incoming call from Ustadz Billal. Tumben once, I thought.

"assalamu'alaikum ustadz, how can I help you? "

"where are you, and Kayra isn't? "

"iya ustadz, this is me again at home with Kayra. He's not well"

"unhealthy how, sick what Kayra?

Ustadz Fikri had collided with Kayra, when he wanted to go to class to meet me earlier. Is it possible that he walked quickly because he was sick? "

I paused for a moment, digesting what Ustadz Billal had just said.

Kayra said she didn't get to class because of stomach pain, but why did it collide with Ustadz Fikri because of the rush of the class?

Hemppp 🤔 is anyone lying here? Look out Kayra, my mind is angry. Since when can a spoiled girl mama's boy lie?

"Siska..". "the call ustadz Billal heard from across the phone, probably because I was silent for too long.

"yes, ustadz"

"What pain does Kayra have? " just still ustadz Billal worried about Kayra apparently.

"nothing ustadz, I turn off the phone first. I'll call you later. Assalamu'alaikum" I said half a whisper, then turned off the phone.

And now, my focus is back on Kayra. I just remembered, isn't Kayra's menstrual cycle almost the same as mine? So of course, Kayra was lying.

"what is Sis" asked Kayra as soon as I went back into the room.

"ehm, there's something. Can I ask for help, right? "

"ask what please? "

"that, ummi asked for help to move the Qur'an to be donated. But I'm still kebelet PUP now.

It's not good to tell the real ummi, but it's also not good if it makes ummi wait long"

"yes yes. Let me help you. I'll take wudhu first"

Just now I finished saying, Kayra immediately rushed up as soon as I heard the name 'ummi' I called.

"ekhm...... once the spirit, huh??? He said PMS again? "

Like a gun, Kayra smiled indistinctly while trying to avoid my tantrums.

So, he must be lying.

"Kayra... look out for ya kamuuu" I said with anxiety.

"hehe, sorry sorry, I didn't mean to" Kayra kept trying to block my hand which was still looking for a gap to tickle her.

Anyway, no pardon, the first time Kayra lied to me, this spoiled girl seems to have really transformed after a long separation from me. Just the smarter he is.

"Siska.

Amusedly. sis..

Siska"

Kayra was still screaming, until there was a gap she ran out of the yard.

I wasn't satisfied, I didn't want to give up, until Kayra told me why she was lying.

"you know....

Oh, apparently united with Dian, this is her. So like to lie"

"ih, what the hell. Why bring Dian. There's no connection.

Yes, stop the tickle first. I'm telling you now"

"promises.... "

"yes"

But what happened, after I let go Kayra ran back.

And this time, there was an ustadz Billal walking from the opposite direction without Kayra noticing.

"ustadz, please ustadz, catch Kayra ustadz" I shouted as if Billal was my friend.

Timidly Kayra stopped and returned to me by herself.

Yes, I won.

"what the hell are you two doing, like kids"

ask usadz Billal to approach us both.

"campaign, ustadz. If someone is lying, what is the appropriate punishment? "

"who's lying?

Kayra, you said she was sick again. I even ran around"

Kayra and I looked at each other. Looks like I have a plan, to prank Kayra.

"it turns out ustadz, that Kayra just pretended to have an upset stomach so that she did not take Arabic classes? "

Seen the look on Kayra's face. Because he most avoids conflict with ustadz Billal.

"astaghfirullah Kayra, is it really like that? "

"ewh, no. It's not like that, ustadz.

So, I went to class. It seems that the class is empty. Ustadz with Siska.

And all of a sudden I had a stomachache, so I was back by a thousand steps. No idea was hit with ustadz Fikri"

With a warning look Kayra looked towards me.

"so it's true like that? "

"yes....

" no...

Kayra and I said at the same time.

"awh, yasuda. I guess what was up. You guys, like little kids.

Yes, I've said goodbye, assalamu'alaikum"

After the departure of Ustadz Billal, I again held Kayra's hand tightly. Walk back into the room.

"Kayra, please yes. Don't pretend anymore. I know exactly what you are like. It seems like a lie" I said, straight to the point.

"hehe, as I said earlier Siska. Really.

I don't feel good bothering you two who look like they're having a warm conversation. So yes I went as soon as I knew the class was empty.

Can't you usually behave like that? "

"astaghfirullah Kayra, your mind is like ustadz Fikri. Severe"

"but really, I rarely see you can talk calmly like you talk to ustadz Billal"

I kept quiet, thought for a moment and it was true what Kayra said. But that doesn't mean I'm in love with ustadz Billal, does it?

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