Love of Asyila
Chapter 5: A broken heart
The Gods are taking pictures of their circumstances and will be spread through his instagram by disguising themselves as Kenny's account.
Ehhh???? How can I bring HP to school? SD anyway? Yep... God is the son of the school owner, so he does not follow the rules that are very unappointed. Because, her own father allowed her and the Gods were very stubborn.
Also... Yesterday, the photo shoot taken by the students, the HP belonged to the God who told it to be photographed.
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The doorbell rings. All the students and students were running towards their classes.
In the 6th grade Syila and the others already existed except for the Gods. I don't know where he went.
When the teacher misses all the classes......
"God"
"Where's God?" ask Mr. Ridwan
Syila glanced at the lyrics to the bench belonging to the Gods
"Kenny... Where the hell is he?" ask Mr. Ridwan to ask Kenny because they are close friends but may now be split
"Lack of knowledge" replied Kenny
"Yes already... The others are all present, right?" ask Mr. Ridwan
"Present sir" replied the 6th grader with a compote
"Good... We're starting IPA lessons"
The teacher explained about the lessons discussed today. Syila felt her mood was not good and was upset with her life that was mandatory for school.
Arrived, Mr. Ridwan's phone rang. Incoming call from "Father of Yuda the principal" (Dad of the Gods)
"Awhile yeah... Read first until page 56" said Ridwan while walking outside who will pick up the phone from Mr. Yuda
When Mr. Ridwan came out. All the students were running and noisy.
Some were chatting, some were laughing, some were chatting, and some were just paying attention.
Syila herself was silent and watched her friend who seemed happy without any problems and burdens in her life.
He took out his diary which he brought and wrote the story that he kept in his life.
Dear Diary's...
Now it's... I could feel him talking and sitting with him.
This morning exactly. The man I like and admire approaches me and invites me to chat.
But for some reason, my heart felt bad. It feels uncomfortable
Syila wrote it in a neat script. He is a hobby of writing from 2nd grade. And he thought, if later he was 19/20 years old, he planned to make a book/novel .
He will make it full of hearts and Islamic love stories. Like his love story Sayyidina Muhammad SAW probably married Sayyidah Khadijah bint Khuwailid.
Or maybe the love story of Sayyidah Fatimah Az-Zahra who loved in silence to Sayyidina Ali bin Abi Talib.
Or a love story like Zulaikha who pursued the love of the prophet Yusuf USA because of his good looks are not charming. When he taught the Prophet Joseph As. God kept both of them away. And when Zulaikha pursued the love of God, God brought the two closer together
My God is awesome....!!!!!
Shortly thereafter, Mr. Ridwan arrived
"Sorry ... You have to go to the city right now, so you can rest. It's likely that you're home at about 12:00 so you're home at 11:00. Understood?" said mr. Ridwan
"Understanding sir" they answered compactly
"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" said Mr. Ridwan as he left the class
"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" they answered compactly
All classes were crowded and ran out. Not with Syila. His heart was already fractured and probably could not be repaired by anyone. Her tears could not bear to wet her cheeks and showed her she was sad. His lips were powerless and trembling. What's wrong with him.
Nurul, his countrymen never sympathized and catered to Syila, and vice versa. Subhanallah!
Kenny had just come out of the crowd who had to queue out. When he came out he looked at himself in the classroom and saw Syila
Kenny turned towards the classroom and sat down with Syila who now put her head on the table with her hands on the table.
Kenny leaves the classroom and goes to the barn. Looking for a costume that might make Syila laugh with the costume.
Wear it in the warehouse and back to the classroom.Fortunately there are not many people near there.
"Syila." call Kenny in the voice of a child.
Syila raised her head and looked at someone in costume
"Who?" ask Syila.
Syila's face looked red, her nose red and her eyes glazed over. Also with his wet cheeks.
"Take a guess" Kenny said as he approached Syila and sat down at Nurul's place
"I really don't know" replied Syila
"But the honest answer is Syila" Kenny's pinta
"What?" ask Syila
"You cry why the hell? Who made you cry? Let's tell you honestly with me" he said
"I.... "
Syila thought that behind the costume was a God.
"I..... Sad because..."
He thought about what he should answer to Kenny's question.
"Because my head is dizzy" replied Syila
"What?" ask Kenny and take off the head costume
"It turns out you're a crybaby. Time of crying headache" Kenny said
Syila glared and could not believe that it was Kenny
"Ke... Kenny's? How come? You're Kenny?" tanya doesn't trust Syila
Kenny looked at Syila while answering
"Not... I'm not Kenny Ramadan. But... Kenny Austin" Kenny replied with a slight smile
"Ih... Very nice pede" said Syila
"Better than a minder. Hayo?" his opponent Kenny
Syila was silent and just heard.
"Oh yes Syil, you... Really crybaby? Mean... When you were angry with papa you also cry dong?" kenny asked like a prank
"Woman is like Kenny's little boy... Don't get too snapped. That cry does not mean weak. Women, if crying, in the words of crybaby, that's natural. What is unnatural is a crybaby man" Syila explained
"It's ustadzah" said Kenny
"Ustadzah?" ask Syila while looking at Kenny
"Yes, ustadzah" he replied in a tone
"You are fit to be an ustadzah tau no. Later, I will be his ustadz" Kenny said with a smile
Syila turned her face away and smiled behind it. Instantly he salted.
"Oh yeah, how? It's broken, right? Not torn anymore?" ask Kenny
"meaning?" ask Syila
"Your heart was torn. I used a word" Kenny replied
"What the hell" he answered by salting while throwing his face away from Kenny
"Oh yeah... Syilais.. You want not... So..."
"So... My boyfriend?"
Seriate...
