Love Santri And School Teacher

chapter eight

now the day that the participants are waiting for the race, Saturday where the closing ceremony of the Ramadan cottage will be announced the winners of the race yesterday held.

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after the director gave a speech, the MC finally announced the results of the jury.

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"please note, I will announce the winner of the meticulous intelligent race & Qur'an Tartil between classes, and for the winner of the meticulous intelligent race is class XII DPIB 2. which is represented by ananda Akrom"

all the children of class XII DPIB 2 applauded the success of their class to win the race, and all congratulated Akrom.

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"for brother Akrom please come forward, to receive a gift from the headmaster" call the MC to Akrom forward.

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then Akrom walked up to the stage with applause and received a gift from the principal.

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"hereinafter, the winner of the Tartil Qur'an race is the representative of XI TKJ 2. with the vice sister of Rindi, please come forward to receive a gift from the headmaster" call the MC for the winner of the Qur'an tartil race.

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"yes, Agus did not go up" grumbled the class leader

"huuuuu" exclaimed XII student DPIB 2 teasing Agus.

"heh, what the hell? I'm going forward" bela agus.

"yes but you didn't win" cried another friend.

"who told me? did you say I don't want to?" said Agus with a slightly high tone.

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"already.the name is also a race" lerai ridho with still holding his laughter.

"iya gus, just relax yesterday when you Tartil a lot of dumb girls really" Akrom tried to calm down.

"they're cackled?" asked Agus with sparkling eyes.

"no, it's just weird to hear your voice" Akrom replied with a chuckle.

"ah brash you chrome" snapped Agus then kicked Akrom's leg.

then he greeted the laughter of his friends.

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after finishing the closing event, all the students rushed home, but it rained suddenly without warning.

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some students have gone home first with their coats, some are waiting for the rain to subside.

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Arom who was waiting for the rain to subside in front of the class alone, where he happened to not take the bus, but ride his favorite Vespa motorbike.

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he looked at the clock showed 11:45. the time to pray Dzuhur, finally he rushed to the school mosque which was not far away.

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after finishing praying.Rain still poured his blessing from the Creator of Love to all beings on earth.he finally decided to muroja'ah memorize his Qur'an while waiting for the rain to subside.

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(POV Cinta)

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drrt...

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my pondel ringing rang, I saw a message coming in from Ridho.

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- riddho

mbak me first huh? together, I want to help you with a laptop

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-cintya

well dek. mbak alone this deck. you are ish

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- riddho

sorry, mbak. was in a hurry

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-cintya

yaudah be careful.don't miss his return.

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- riddho

yes, but also be careful.

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'ah ridho ish. where the rain is still heavy again' I murmured in my heart.

then I decided to perform Dzuhur prayer while waiting for the rain to subside.

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'whose shoes are these? why haven't you come home yet?' I think I'm lucky there are still people in the mosque.

then I immediately took ablution, then entered the mushola.

there was the voice of the Qur'an tartilan with its melodious tone and voice.

'that's so sweet, whose voice is this?' I thought in my heart.

where I could not see who was chanting Tartil because it was blocked by the curtain separating the congregation of sons and daughters

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long time I heard the beautiful groove.the more I wonder about the owner of the beautiful voice.

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finally I left the prayer first in the hope that I will come again later after the greeting.

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sure enough, the chanting continues..

beautiful, washed away, serene, my heart relaxed.I enjoyed every verse I heard so sweet.until I fell asleep made by his tranquility.

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"how long have I been asleep?" I looked out the window of the mosque, the school was very quiet.

when I stood up to take my face off, my eyes caught the figure of the student sitting in the foyer of the mosque staring at the rain in silence.

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'was he the one inside? but what grade is it?' search in my heart.

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then I went out to see who the kid was.

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"assalamualaikum" said I

"wa'alaikumsalam" he answered

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DEG!

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the voice I knew answered my greetings, making my heart beat in shock.

I hadn't finished my heartbeat, plus a rhythm attack jolted at my heart with him looking at me.

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"k-you haven't come home chrome yet?" I try to hide the nervousness that comes.

"eh no ma'am, it's still raining" she replied coldly with her face hanging back to the rain.

"you were here?"

"yes ma'am, wait for the rain has not subsided finally I all pray"

"oh so".I answered who had run out of questions about his cold attitude.

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silence, only the sound of rain can be heard.

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"sorry, why haven't you come home yet?" the question surprised me.

"oh, mmm just as rich as you are, wait for the rain to subside" I replied with a smile

"oh yes ma'am".

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"you, by the way, read the Qur'an inside?" I was trying to find out.

"yeah ma'am, sorry to interrupt your prayers" he replied timidly.

despite throwing her face the other way, I can still see her face red with the smile she was holding.

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'jeez, it's such a sweet kid'. 'ah Tya, what the hell are you thinking? he's your student! you are single yes single, but yes do not just have a donk' gruntuku me in the heart, trying to mebuanh mind that is not-no.

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"ooh no. Your voice is good, I even overslept" I said honestly.

"ah mother could" I saw the more red her face became. The more handsome she was.

then we smiled together even though his gaze still did not lead to me.

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"why don't you come here with the Tartil Qur'an? if you are the one who will win" I asked Akrom.

"mmm, there's still a lot better ma'am, besides I've been smart meticulously?"

"but of all those who came yesterday, I still think you're better off chrome"

'oh why the hell does Tya keep praising him? oh, I am this!!!' my grumbling in my heart.

he replied, only a smile was given.

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we kept quiet a lot because I was confused about what to talk about, with Akrom himself being colder in response to all my chatter, so that I myself was at a loss for words.

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after a few minutes he got out of his seat and took his shoulder

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"where are you going? still raining gini" I asked in wonder.

"excuse me to class, ma'am" he replied, holding up his shoes.

"why? just stay with me" I bargained

"sorry ma'am, I just go away afraid that something might be bothering me" she replied as she ran dodging rainwater towards her class, Tanpe gave me a chance to speak.

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'why should I move anyway? I'm afraid the rain here alone is left behind'.

my grumbling in my heart.

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(Author POV)

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less than half an hour later, the rain has stopped. Cintya immediately walked to the parking lot, with her shoes she kept in the trunk of a motorcycle seat, replaced with sandals.

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put the bag in rain cover to protect it from splashes of water.

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then put on a helmet and immediately drove his motorcycle out of the school building.

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until outside the school he did not realize there was a pair of eyes that had been watching him from afar.

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HAYOOO. WHO IS PAYING ATTENTION TO IT?

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keep following the story, right? don't forget the footsteps of brother