Love Flips At The End of the Season

HOME SCHOOL

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School Gate ....

"Loe get ready again prince Loe came. Please tell me later I have not come home because it is still a meeting with our religious teacher sir. I'm staying because this is Mr. Amrul already waiting in." Fatim gently patted his best friend's shoulder.

Finally Fatim walked away from his best friend, after he saw the car of Wawan began to enter the school yard. He immediately ran towards the mushala, until at the end of the mushala corridor he saw other children who were not their school students in free clothes, like they were waiting for someone.

*What are they kids? Wait for who? It seems they are not top school citizens? Ah later I find out now to where Mr. Amrul used to be, bantin Fatim.*

Fatim continued on his way and now he was crossing the children. Seeing the arrival of Fatim of course they became excited.

"Hey look, there's a pretty girl bro!" yell at one of them.

"Beautiful but strange, just want to be covered with an ugly cloth like that." One of them spoke in front of Fatim. But not the name Fatim if it will be affected by such cheap things.

Fatim casually passed them towards his destination without looking at them at all.

"Curtain! Very arrogant tuh girl, I'm curious she has no hair on her head or maybe she's bald?"said one of them who was greeted with laughter by the others.

"But if I'm 'liet tuh body must be mantep, smooth white on the floor," greet the other child.

Their words sayup-sayup still can Fatim hear which finally can make him a little upset.

"Awas aja loe-loe all if I see you again, I will make you all sorry with your words," muttered Fatim to arrive in front of the mushala.

"Asshalam'ualaikum!" fatim arrived in front of Mushala. There's been waiting for Mr. Amrul.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, enter Fatim!" Mr. Amrul asked Fatim to come in.

"I'm sorry, sir! Fatim's a little late." Fatim settled himself on the green carpet of the leaves of the mushala while sweeping his gaze around the mushala.

"You're looking for Abas and Hanafi?" ask Mr. Amrul.

"They haven't come yet, maybe there's still an extra lesson." Unasked lak Amrul explained the absence of Abas and Hanafi.

Fatim smilingly nodded then took the file that had been placed Mr. Amrul in front of him.

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Meanwhile in the 12th grade IPA 1 the children began to appear restless, many complaining the stuffing was not finished yet. But calmly Abas and Hanafi walked up to the teacher and handed him his paper.

"You guys are done?" ask their homeroom teacher.

"Inshaa Allah, true Ma'am!" answer Abas and Hanafi simultaneously.

Instantly their class was in shock. How can a new child answer all the questions given, at least if not the content of carelessly they do not answer everything, that is according to their thoughts.

"Okay, you can go home!" the teacher's orders.

"Thank you Mom! We'll excuse Assalamu'alaikum!" both told the teacher.

"Yes, Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" replied the teacher.

*It feels good to still have a polite generation like this, the inner teacher.*

After leaving the second class immediately rushed to the mosque, but after arriving at the corridor that had passed Fatim they also met a group of children who Abas and Hanafi thought school children in Unggulan as well. They had less than ten people.

Seeing the arrival of Abas and Hanafi they looked at each other and one of them immediately reached into his phone that rang.

"Hello, what's wrong Bro?" There was a voice across the phone explaining about someone they were going to meet.

After hearing an explanation from his friend who received the phone, they hurried to leave the school. Abas and Hanafi were confused. Why when I saw them all go away.

"Alright, Fi! We go straight to Mushala, pity, Mr. Amrul has waited a long time." Abas invited his friend to hurry.

Arriving at Mushala the two immediately gave greetings which were immediately greeted by Mr. Amrul and Fatim. Hearing Fatim's voice alone Abas' heart was pounding quickly he immediately took the privilege to calm his heart.

"Come Bas-Fi, soon enter we have made a plan of activities that we will carry out to welcome Muharram, the Islamic new year. All this time before there were you guys, the show that you've been designing, no one's managed all the gatots." Mr. Abas looked down lethargic.

"Sir, who's that gotot? Did he make your plan fall apart?" ask Hanafi plain.

"Hc .. h ...." Fatim laughed and heard Hanafi's words and immediately he closed his mouth because he got a warning look from Abas.

"Ups, sorry!" Fatim immediately lowered his head inexplicably as his eyes met with Abas' sharp gaze, as if directly piercing through his heart.

"Why are you laughing on Fatim's deck? I was wrong to say, right?" asked the confused Hanafi.

"Gatot is not the name of the person" explained Mr. Amrul."Except the abbreviation of total failure." He smiled at the student who was seen scratching his head that did not itch.

"Ooo yes, sir. Just get off Fatim's deck laughing." They all laughed together to dispel the awkwardness of Hanafi.

"All right now we just arrange the agenda of the event about what we will do to commemorate it." Mr. Amrul invited his three students to discuss.

After nearly an hour of discussion they were finished. Plans that they will do will be submitted by Mr. Amrul to the school if approved new they will be published to all schools.

"OK, later if it is in ACC by the new school we arrange the next planing. Hope everything goes well." Mr. Amrul looked with confidence at his new team.

"Aamiin yes mujibasailin." replied Abas and Hanafi.

"Aamiin." replied Fatim later.

Once again the eyes of Abas and Fatim meet which makes a sigh in the chest of Fatim and Abas turned into an irregular detachment.

They finally prepared to go home and arrived at the school gate Fatim stopped.

"Sister! My sister's house moved, where? Away from our school? Or is your brother a boarding boy?" fatim asked starting a conversation between them to overcome awkwardness.

"Sister's house hasn't moved yet only now that we both live not far from here, we're walking to school. You're right we're the boarding boy here." explained Abas.

"You?" Hanafi asked Fatim.

"Gue lives far away from here, about half an hour by car. I'm waiting for an invitation. Since the accident the other day mom hasn't given me a ride on my own." Fatim smiled at both of them.

*Subhanallah, very sweet, inner Abbas.*

Abas and Hanafi immediately said goodbye to Fatim. After saying his greetings the two began walking down the asphalt road that led to the intersection of their school.

Right at the end of the crossroads that connect the main road with their school, the two are confronted by a group of teenagers. Of course Abas and Hanafi are confused, in the minds of both of them maybe these are street children who like to be lazy or something.

"Stop!" said one of them facing right in front of Abas.

"Who are you?" ask Hanafi.

"Loe better step aside, because this has nothing to do with loe. It's our business with Loe's pretentious friend." One of them pushed Hanafi away.

"You guys what the hell? We don't feel like we have any enemies, nor do we know you." Hanafi began to feel annoyed. In his heart he misses the pesantren. There they will not know what is called hostility or physical violence.

Seeing the body of his best friend who was pushed, of course, the soul protecting Abas immediately took over his mind. He quickly held the hand of the boy who was about to push Hanafi back.

"Ohh loe wants to be a hero apparently, I ingetin on loe. Jauhin's a girl named Fatim because she's our friend's boyfriend. That's if you still want to see the sun tomorrow." Someone pushed Abas' body suddenly, which made Abas stagger because he was not ready.

He quickly got up, and immediately stood up.

"Have stopped all this. All problems can be solved without violence." Abas cleaned his dirty clothes.

"Idiot like loe can not be invited to peace, you just accept ice from me." The man who had pushed Abas swung his bogem at Abas' face.

Abas quickly dodged until his punch missed.

"Bad! Feel this!" shouted the man who was getting annoyed and angry because his punch was successfully avoided by Abas.

He quickly lunged at Abas, seeing his friend who began to be attacked of course Hanafi did not stay silent, he also helped Abas. But because they were outnumbered so easily both managed to be surrounded.

"Hold them both!" shouted the man who seemed to be the leader of the group.

That's when Fatim's car passed and Fatim could clearly see the events experienced by Abas and Hanafi.

"Sir! Stop that!" Fatim asked Pak Amat to stop.

What about Abas and Hanafi?

Wait for the next episode.

O loyal reader Fatim. This time I'm UP special for those of you who have faithfully read my novel. I purposely left all my schoolwork for you. This is my apology to you as well as an expression of my gratitude. I love all of you. Thanks again.

Seriate.....🌹

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