LECTURER HALALKU

Sixteen

Nadhira cries behind a large bookshelf that is able to hide his tiny body, for hours like now all the places on campus may have been deserted,but if not in a closed place like the campus library maybe nadhira will not be able to hide his cries,, he said,,

" god , aa.awhat should I do the torment, I do not even know how to deal with my husband after this hyss"

" mum fandi? The husband that I love turns out to be the same person as the servant lecturer who even the servant himself is not so respectful to him" nadhira's heart grew more poignant considering this fact he just knew

" k.kwhy should lie mas hikss, you consider me what hmm, "want to feel dhira crying roaring

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HANANESE...

" where are you, baby ? Don't worry mas" inner hanan,

Yang Hanan knew his wife did not bring anything when she died his room earlier, the article file bag and cell phone nadhira left in his room ..

" sorry mas dhiraa, where are you" hanan sure his wife is still around campus

Now it is almost magrib, hanan still can not find nadhira

" have you gone home yet?" Inner Hanan despair, but how does his wife go home ? Dhira brings nothing ..

Hanan decided to go home in the hope that nadhira was already home with a beautiful smile welcoming her ..

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NADHIRA

The sky was getting darker, nadhira rose with his legs still shaking ,

The day was almost magrib, nadhira had no money or anything she could use to go home either to the boarding house or to her husband's house ..

Nadhira down the road home , already 15 minutes dhira walk without direction, instead he found his way home he was even further away from the place he could call home

Tin tin tin.....

" astaghfirullah" startled dhira, slowly his consciousness left a stifling daydream .. dhira turned his head, there was a car claxing her from behind

Dhira did not dare to approach, he was afraid that the person in the car was a bad person..

" nadhira?" Call that guy

Nadhira raised his gaze, there was a young rector on his campus, arkaaa sir

" pak?"

" what are you doing here? Magrib magrib is this on foot and alone ?" Ask the arka sir when he walked closer to Dhira

Nadhira silently looked down.want it felt like she was crying now . why not her husband who came to her and even another man..

" you're from college ? Ask the arka again

Dhira nodded thinly

" where is your stuff dhira ? Bag ? Cell phones and others? Why not bring what ? You are robbed "ask arka immediately panicked when you see the state of this woman he has long loved

" Astagfirullah, no sir? My stuff is left somewhere, I want to go home ,t.tbut.." replied dhira awkwardly.

" but what? You're rough ? "

Dhira nodded

" huh, thank God there are no bad people, what if there are people who mean badly when they see you walking alone at this magrib time" relieved the arc

" sorry sir, can I borrow your cell phone for a moment ?"ask dhira without answering the arka statement earlier

" do what? "

" i want to open google maps pack, I have to go home "

" no need, let me take you home"

" no sir, I'm sorry if I offended you, but I went home alone "

" why? "

" i'm just uncomfortable and sad because my father's position as rector in my campus "

" forget my position on campus, I'm an ordinary person outside campus, just like you "

Nadhira was silent, he stepped back

" i do not want any slander sir, I am also not comfortable if you have to be alone in the car with a man who is not my mahrom, sorry sir "

Clearly dhira is firm but gentle

" but dhiraa... "

" it's okay if you can't lend your father's phone to me, I understand, I'm sorry paara" yahh as much as possible nadhira avoid this kind of thing, I understand, although she is currently feeling disappointed in her husband but nadhira is still sane enough to realize the boundaries that she should not violate,, she said,,

" wait nadhiraaa.."call arka

Step nadhira stop  ,

" i understand what you mean, but I can't let you go home alone like this, this is magrib nadhiraaa" Arka said

Dhira is just silent, actually he is afraid there will be evil thugs who disturb him, but what is it okay to do ? Nadhira what should it be ?

" let me escort you home "break up the arc

Nadhira shook his head quickly, where should he go home even dhira himself did not know ,

" then I want to get to the mosque"

" want to pray too?" Ask dhira

" i was in the room "

" sir, I really did not mean to offend, but I beg you, I can go home alone, and God willing will take care of me" replied dhira, his airs welled up, his legs trembling

Arka stared inside this woman in front of her, arka caught the blood on the tip of nadhira socks, her legs were injured

" what happened to nadhira? Why are you like this?" Ask arka to arrive

Dhira shakes her head in her submissive, unlikely she tells of her household problems in a stranger

" wait a minute "the arka runs to pick something up

" wear this , it looks like your feet are scuffed " said arka while giving flip-flops ..

" it's okay sir, this doesn't hurt "

" wear nadhira" said arka

Dhira is silent ,,

" wear those slippers, and I'll go "call over

Dhira was silent for a while, then squatted off his shoe slippers slowly ,,,

"Awww astaghfirullah" said dhiraa slowly, yahh during the walk his legs several times hit the rock, and it hurt his legs, hurt? Of course , but his leg pain , not even a tip is worth his heartache..

Arka crouched down

" it hurts, huh? Do I need to buy medicine first?"worried ark

" no need to hix sir, it's okay, it's not too sick " replied nadhira sniffled, his tears can not be weathered anymore..

Arkaa shocked ,

" don't cry dhira, if it hurts too much for you to say it hurts, we can do it"

Nadhira tried to muffle his sedu...

" hikss,, hiksss " ,

" just open her socks, so it doesn't hurt too much" explained arka

"  , can notaaa hikss.., my aurat" replied the dhira.

Arka sighed worriedly..

" what can I do to reduce your pain ?"  Ask a confused arka

" b.bapak just go home, continue the journey as if you do not see me"

" can't, how can I go home like you said while you cry in pain and are alone here"

"T.tbut you promised "submissive to dhiraa

Just now the arka will answer

" i beg sir, thank you for the sandals, I will return it later" said Dhira got up and walked limped

Arka silent, he saw his student from behind ,

" i'm right to fall in love with this stubborn girl" inner arka as she stared at nadhira

After the nadhira walked about 3 meters in front of his arka stepped following, what if later something happened with the nadhira, no, arka must ensure the dhira until the nearest mosque safely,

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" Nadhiraaaaaaa, sayangg.."call hanan, he ran all over the house looking for his wife.

" Yahiraaa!!!!" Call Hanan again, but still no answer

" dear don't joke, mas apologise, don't hide dhiraa" called hanan again he was sure his wife must be hiding

" nadhiraa, mass will clear everything, but out first yes mass wife, do not gini, mas afraid" cried again vibrating, hoping his wife will come out of a room and approach him, he said,

NIHILLLLL... his wife is really not at home, hanan tense, where is his wife?  Hanan looked at the wall clock that was plastered large in his presence, this was already magrib ,,

"You can't go, baby, I know you're just mad at me again, you can't possibly leave me, right?maybe you again rest in the boarding house because you are afraid to be alone at home hm?, t. wait for dear, mas pick you up now "inner hanan fumigating, he tried to suggest his mind to

positive thinking about his wife..

Hanan got up, he swapped his car keys with his sports car in order to speed up following the nadhira..

Basically Hanan had already put his heart to nadhira, but after marriage he was increasingly made to fall in love with the sweet attitude of his wife, his wife, very good cuisine on the tongue of hanan so far only the cuisine of the mother and wife .. and now even hanan himself can not describe his feelings when he did not find his wife at home or in the campus..

Along the way Hanan continued to rummage asking his wife to come home..

" go home nadhira, where are you? your house is mas and the house of mas is you dear " said hanan

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