Love of Asyila

Chapter 1: Prologue

In a city of Jakarta. There lived a 13th-year-old girl who continued her education to a boarding school in Jakarta after graduating from elementary school.

His life is quite grateful for having a complete family, as well as others. However, it was only the calamities and trials that made him weak from gratitude.

While living as an SD child. He has no close friends. I don't know why his friends don't want to go near him. In fact, it is not so ugly and there is no shortage in today's times.

Not poor but simple. Not perfect, but no human being is perfect. There is no less physical.

However, he felt his skin was quite dark. However, since he uses skincare facial foam only. Apparently, everyone was looking at him with "WAW" but he didn't feel that way.

He sometimes likes to feel insecure because of his black skin

.......

Morning at 06:50

The 13-year-old girl has already left. It is only a walk and takes 20 minutes to get to school.

Cut Asyila Roslinda, the girl's name. Hijab, kind, meek, quiet, shy, loving, fun if invited to chat, smiling, can only be friendly with the sister.

That's himself. Perhaps, he had no friends because he was quiet and shy so no one wanted to be friends with him. However, he always thought, when he was in the pesantren he would change.

Because many people were quiet in his childhood around him who turned into a friendly and dilapidated figure.

Same with his mother. He had heard that his mother was quiet. After marriage, however, they are no longer quiet.

It looks brighter and white. Some people say that, now, her mother is different.

Who used to be quiet when married no longer. What was once not so white now shines white.

A lot of changes have happened in the quiet times, he said. Maybe because there is an angel figure that makes him not quiet.

Finally, Syila arrived at the 6th grade. He sat down with his friend Nurul. He was quiet but different from Syila. Nurul has a quiet character of his own

Syila, when asked correctly was friendly in answer and a generous smile. However, Nurul, when asked sometimes answered briefly, densely, and clearly and sometimes also just silently glanced staring.

That's what Syila doesn't like. However, Syila had to accept with Nurul's behavior. He could be better than himself.

About lessons. It is also not so above average. In every exam, he could not rank 10 to 1. If Syila compared to Nurul, it seems more intelligent Syila.

But actually, Nurul is only smart with the subjects of Islam. But it's much better.

When Syila said hello to all her friends. Her friend who heard her replied without smiling at her. Usually, on yesterday's day, they answered his greetings with a smile. Now, everything has changed to make Syila disappointed and looked sad.

However, he should be grateful, because soon he will be separated from his friends.

All his friends always say. "Yes my.... Later if it has come out must be kangen, want to meet, not ready. Definitely homesick.... "

However, Syila was ready to leave her friends. Even he was ready in January after the odd semester exam (1) . He was ready to leave because his friends made him hurt and a lot of worries happened to him.

For Syila. His friend is a wound. His wounds were his friends. There is nothing special about his friends. To him, his friend had no meaning to him.

He can't wait to take his friend off in his arms. He could not wait to leave his friends. He can't wait to meet his new friends at the boarding school.

Shortly thereafter. The doorbell rang at 07:28

The homeroom teacher as well as the teacher came only 1 person. Because, special teachers are only Islamic religious education. And Sport.

"Assalamu'alaikum" greetings Mr. Daniel

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh"

All the students answered his greetings and coincidences. All students are Muslim.

The lessons begin with IPA.

The teacher explained about the IPA lesson. His phone suddenly rang. The teacher told his students to pursue him about what was there.

"Jerk... No more pens?" nurul asked Syila

"Attent"

Syila also scratched her backpack in a small part looking for a pen .

"There is" said Syila while giving her pen.

"Borrow yes" Nurul said

"Yes"

Shortly thereafter, the bell rang at 09:15. All the students were running away from their duties towards the cafeteria. Not with Syila and Nurul.

If Nurul, sometimes a snack, sometimes not. The two often kept silent. Syila actually wanted to invite him to talk about Nurul everyday at home. However, either the ego or the heart is unprepared.

"Nurul is not a snack? " ask Syila

"No" answered Nurul

"Who didn't bring money?" ask Syila

"Bring but don't want any junk" Nurul replied

Very short and dense yet clear like a billboard.

2 Minutes they are silent.

"Nurul if at home like to play?" tanya Syila waited in 2 minutes.

"Like" answered Nurul

"Who's the guy?" ask Syila

"Eshya" answered Nurul

"Oh... "

At last. Sally decided to stop asking. Because, Nurul seemed uncomfortable with answering Syila's question

Then came a man named Son. Approaching Syila

"Syila, said the Lord, tell the garden!" son said

"God?" ask Syila

The son is not a 6th class. He is a cousin of Syila.

Explanation: Mother Son named Miss Ririe. Ms. Ririe is the 2nd sister of Syila's mother.

More details: Mother couple Jihani and alm. Mr. Fedi, has 6 children.

Handi

Ririe (the mother of the Son)

Tyas

Goddess (mother of Shila)

Cipher

Lina

"Yes. Come on!" son's Decree

"No... Definitely lying. Syila is not feeling well anymore! That's it!" syila Sahut

Syila said that only to certain people (nearest)

"Udah.... Come on!!!" The son pulled Syila's hand.

"eehh... Sonaa!!!!! Leasin!!!" shouts Syila

Eyes were fixed on Syila. All the lower class students stared at the Son while pulling Syila's hand . In fact, 30% know that Syila and Putra are brothers.70% of most students in the school environment do not know.

Arriving at the park. There are many friends there. Including Gods.

Shila's grasp was detached from the Son. Then the son disappeared.

"What is rame gini? It's not my birthday now. Why try Son bring me here! Ih... It's not very clear that's the child" grunted Syila

Syila turned around, and she went back to class.

Yet......

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