IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Can Be Angry Too Apparently

Lunch is over. Apparently not enough, Billal made me upset

"i have not prayed dhuhur, can you show me the place of prayer? "

"it's just getting a little annoying. Yes, prayer is certainly in the mosque. Just now come here no one pointed, why now must ask to show everything! Actually no need at the Depag Office, or deliberately follow me anyway. Fortunately, iftad, try Dian or Brother Johan, I have failed to finish 😡" While I was sculpting and struggling with my own thoughts.

"city, Kayra. You hear me? " take back ustad Billal.

I dared to look at him with a look of annoyance. It felt like I had exhausted my patience and I was completely fed up with the attitude of Ustad Billal. Dislike began to take over my heart.

Immediately lost my fear of the gaze of his eagle. It even felt like I wanted to challenge, showing that I could also stare sharply.

"sorry, you can find your own mosque. And I'm sorry" I got up from my seat and quickly left the canteen. Let no one stop my steps and drama occurs like in soap operas.

My steps were getting faster, until I collided with someone.

"Dian" I looked up and muttered inwardly as soon as I saw the figure that collided with me.

"sorry" I said while retrieving my fallen map.

Without even the slightest conversation, I immediately stood up and left. But our eyes did not stop staring at each other. Oh no, I just caught a glimpse of it. Dian's slight gaze did not turn away until I walked away.

In addition to the anger that plagued my heart, in a few minutes I also entered the classroom. Being on the 3rd floor building, so it takes a quick step to get there.

Without me realizing there are two people who meet and greet each other.

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"assalamu'alaikum, ustad Billal huh? "

"waalaikumsalam, yes I ustad Billal. Whose antum, sorry I forgot"

"Dian ustad, used to participate in the Arabic race while in boarding school X. Her tutor ustad Billal"

"oh, yeah yeah. I just remembered. You went to college here? "

"yes, I came out of the school and went to college here. Ustad what are you doing here, waiting for someone? "

"yes, before. But he's gone in a hurry and the key is left behind" Ustad Billal told him while thrusting the key in question.

"whether he (mentioned the characteristics of the woman who had collided with him, who was none other than Kayra) " later got a nod from the Ustad Billal.

"i know him, Ustad. May I bring it, let me love him later"

The key moved into Dian's hand, without speaking at length again if Billal permission to leave

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Apart from my anger at ustad Billal, why again and again I have to meet with Dian. Is the campus too narrow?

I seem to have forgotten that Dian is an important person on campus and is busy here and there So it's only natural that I still have to meet him anywhere and anytime, even if I don't want to.

I let out a rough breath.

Lecturer has entered the classroom, I force my brain to turn around thinking about the material about the balance sheet.

Classes will continue for the next hour. Just a few minutes later my phone rang, again and again. From the new number. I deliberately let it go, afraid that it was Ustad Billal who deliberately called with another number.

Don't want to keep piquing, I turn off the phone at least until class is over.

"Wassalamualaikum wa Rohmatulloh wa Barokatuh"

closing greetings signify the end of lesson.

Friends left the class. There are three remaining men. But calm down, not all men are teasers, teasing me means. With these three guys I feel safe.

I was still sitting quietly turning on the phone I had just turned off. No call marks, but there are some messages.

"do you feel like you've lost the key? if I had found. You can meet me in the back garden of building C"

reading the message made me aware and immediately looked for the key in question. And sure enough, I didn't find it.

Building C is where I'm currently taking classes.

"Kayra, don't you want to go home yet? " ask one of the trio of men

"already, this is also going home" I replied.

then I walked out of the classroom right behind them.

The back garden of the building is my current goal. The garden was not beautiful, but it was shady enough to sit. Rarely used as a place to hang out by students. Most diligent students skip class. Also those who are diligent Gombal, aka dating.

"Maybe the one who found my keys was dating there, hhhhhhh" I thought briefly.

I was in the park now, not even anyone. As the name suggests, the park is located behind the building. Look right, look left, I'm starting to circulate. Until finally your eyes find someone's presence, and that's Dian. Why does he have to do it again and again!

"wrong here? " reprove him.

"you're the one who did it! " ask me, in a still unfriendly tone.

He took something out of his pants pocket and it was the key. He just showed it in plain sight, not handed it to me.

"oh, so that's you" I said cynically.

"yes, sorry to borrow a friend's number"

"it's good to be self-aware, even your number has been blocked! " say I lied.

The meeting, which was supposed to be just to pick up the key and finish, continued into a long debate. Even out of my control, my hand touched his face with a slap.

"that's enough of all your theatrics! I'm M U A K" I accidentally spelled out the last word so he could understand all the emotions he'd created to harass me.

"BUNGLON" I said again as I watched his face intensely.

I don't know where this courage comes from.

The more he took the time to give me my keys, the more upset I got.

"Kayra, where was your old shady heart? " ask her in a bitter tone, as if I was the bad one here.

"the shady heart, the shady heart you've always played with!"

"a smile that is always misunderstood by many"

"plain face that is often blasphemed by some people"

"what do you mean I should always be quiet, with the encouragement of people like you! like your mother! "

"I'M NOT AN ANGEL"

"i never played with your heart, Kayra. Is your current anger no longer able to feel my sincerity? "

"Sincerity, what kind of sincerity do you mean. Sincerity to always crush my struggles away from you? But in the end I always fall, fall and fall. Even I'm ruined, and you never want to know that! YOU'RE SELFISH"

"you just want your happy self without caring about my pain"

I can no longer control my emotions. Tears just fell, right in front of him.

"don't think I'm sad. Since this is A TEAR OF HATRED" I rubbed my tears violently.

I don't know what drama I'm doing right now. I was just trying to pull out a piece of rock that had been hiding deep in my heart. Hopefully after this I can really go through the day with no burden.

this drama, drama moreover!

My anger got a hug reply.

"Kayra I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If you ask me to prostrate, I'll do it right now" her tears fell and dripped down my shoulders.

"a thousand times I say sorry it won't make up for my mistakes, I know that. I beg you to forgive me of my foolishness, Kayra" even her tears are more than your tears. Is she really crying?

Meanwhile, my heartbeat was beating because it got the first hug from a man. The man who turned my heart upside down, he meant. Never a glance at the hug of Jo, but not like this it feels.

Can I still be angry?

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