IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Death Shots

Siska POV

This half I made a heart spot with a completely unexpected surprise.

Actually, I don't know, it's just that I'm trying to disavow. As Kayra once said about ustad Billal. I actually feel the same way. But I don't want to be prejudiced that will ultimately only make a wound.

I tried very hard to resist what my brain thinks. No, no, no, no. Those are the words I always put into my heart. But who would have thought, it turns out that what my brain thinks is true.

Early in the morning Kayra was picked up by Dian. Potatoes are already official, the gas continues its wakuncar. But yeah how else, there's no right for me to object.

To fill my loneliness, I joined the santriwati who was on duty in the garden. The morning air in the garden must be soothing.

This time the santri are harvesting tomatoes. Even if I had never done that, I tried to mimic the way the santri picked tomatoes. At first it feels difficult, many times all the tomatoes that exist actually fall. It is not yet time to mature.

The third time I tried, there was someone coming from behind and holding my hand. Teach them how to pick it.

"no need to spend too much energy, just touch it, if the fruit is really ripe, will immediately fall by itself" the sound of Ustadz Billal really surprised me. Not to mention our current position, which is very close, with the great tall body of the ustadz, my body is almost invisible. If anyone accidentally saw, it could have been thought that if Ustadz Billal hugged me from behind.

Astaghfirullah, what kind of thoughts is this???

"next time we learn tomato again. Now breakfast first yok, it's been awaited the same ummi" When my heart beat ungodly, ustadz Billal again surprised me with a treatment that was again unusual.

Maybe my feelings only. We've been close lately, maybe because it's just Billal's willing to call me to eat together. Or, just ustadz Billal pity seeing me alone, left dating by Kayra.

Never mind, what matters is eating. I'm hungry too. The wind of the rice field made the worms in my stomach thrash. How not, the cold air will make someone want to eat continuously.

Since entering the campus world, I seem to have forgotten the diet program that I started compiling since High School. Especially being in this pesantren, food windfalls come at any time. Pity that you just let it go. So the same contagion Kayra habits, body stretch no longer felt.

"how many slices of tomato? " tanya ummi as soon as I enter the dining room.

"hehe, ummi failed. Even fell all his tomatoes" I shyly replied.

"not used to it, no problem. Later we make only sambel ijo tomatoes that are still green-green" said ummi wisely.

Without another long conversation we all started to have breakfast.

Because this morning had not made ummi prepare breakfast, so this time I helped ummi clean the dining table.

All the family members left the dining room. Missing Mr. Kyai with ustadz Billal. All work is done. As I was about to leave, Ustadz Billal held me back.

"chat for a while yok same ummi same abi" my eyes immediately rounded perfectly. What's the matter?

I haven't had time to question, already directly faced with two important people in the boarding school. Should be, if the stomach full heart was calm. Well, this. Stomach full heart deg an. Uh, not heart, but heart well 😅

"what's wrong ustadz" I carefully asked.

"begini ummi, abi, Billal will marry Siska if ummi and abi give their blessing. And if Siska's willing to make me a wife" deg deg deg deg deg deg deg, my heart is getting marathon. Ustadz Billal's warm gaze was on me.

Whahuh?

What did I just hear?

Am I dreaming?

Does this mean.......

What kind of application is this, no small talk of the origin of the shoot, jedddaaarrr die for me. What do you want to answer?

Scenario, where's the script? I'm really dead flea. Maaaammmaaaaaa please!

"you're sure you want to ask Siska, not because there's anything else? " ummi asked first.

"if abi anyway, which one do you think is fine" Mr. Kyai chimed in.

"what about Siska? " it was ummi who this time asked me.

"are you willing to be Billal's wife? " jedddarr, a direct shot hit the stomach.

Suddenly stomach mules unbearable.

"oh, sorry ummi. Siska stomach pain. Excuse me ummi first, mr. kyai, assalamu'alaikum" with super speed I ran towards the pavilion house.

Luckily, help came. If not, it could be my mannequin doll in front of ummi and Pak Kyai.

By the time I got out of the bathroom, there was already an ustadz Billal on the porch bench.

It seems I have not been freed from this dawn attack. Maaaamaaa, please.

I have been in my room for as long as possible. Change clothes too. Actually not that dandan wao anyway, just to buy time. But in fact, Ustadz Billal is still at home sitting on the porch bench.

Out, out? no? out out? no? out out?

Agh, it's stupid. Not necessarily ustadz Billal here waiting for me. There is no promise. He is calm too. Maybe he just wants to be there, these are his houses too.

"woy... When are you back? " ~send

I sent a message to Kayra. Hope he comes soon and saves me from this situation.

Long time no reply from Kayra, I also turned on the laptop. Well, to look busy like that.

"tokkk tookk ttoookkk" the sound of knocking on the door.

"Siska, are you done? " the voice of ustadz Billal. Come, die me. How's this? Where you gonna hide?

"eee.. eee.. eiya ustadz" I opened the door.

Why am I so soft?

If I don't like it, just tell me to go. As always.

"can continue to talk about the previous" while I was staring at the door to find ustadz Billal who came still with the previous goal.

"sooo....alllll was? " ask me to convince.

"but here it is. I don't understand the meaning of Ustadz. What should I say to ummi and mr kyai? " we finally sat together on the porch bench, after I had taken two jars of snacks. To be friends when nervous hits. An umbrella before the rain. Just think of it that way.

"about that one.... "

"yes, about which I did not understand the meaning of ustadz" I interrupted the words of Ustadz Billal.

"Siska, maybe this seems strange or how do you think. I wanted Kayra to be my future wife. Now I propose to you to be my future wife.

I hope you don't misunderstand. It's all pure from my deepest heart, without any frills. In the past, I was interested in Kayra and then tried to get close to her. But in fact, it failed.

Another is with you. We can purely get close, chat casually, joke around, share stories. From there I felt comfortable with our closeness. And I realized, it turns out you are the figure that I have been looking for all this time.

I hope you feel the same as me.

Maybe this is too soon. Or less effective for you young people. But this is what it is. And I am the person who is.

Maybe if you'd like to be my wife, everything I'd make a big impression.

You don't have to answer right now. To be sure, ummi and abi have given their blessing. I'll wait"

*Jedddar, jedddaaarr, jedddar, multiple shots penetrate the heart to the heart. Mama, it feels like your son wants to die.

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