Love Zainab

School

That morning some of the city's transport cars stopped by the roadside. Lowering children in white-gray uniforms in front of the school gates. They look so excited and ready to welcome today. Class XII's child will soon take the final exam. The teachers' council will also hold a meeting to discuss exam preparation.

"Non't think, let's take the final test. I'm confused, where to go to college." Maya says.

"Eh wait. Are you sure you graduated?." Sinta joking.

"hey are. Maya is that. Time doesn't pass." Maya seems to be bragging about herself.

"The rich man's son is free, anything to say." Said Gitra chimed in and got one toyoran in the head from Maya.

"Fuck you, Git."

"Bu fierce but beautiful, come. Come on in class!!! Gitra exclaimed, making all the other children run into the classroom.

Zainab went into the classroom. The children sat in their own places. Today he will not give material, but only provide motivation. As a form of support so that children remain eager to face the final exam that will soon arrive.

Sometimes exams are also a scourge for students, not because of difficult problems to do, but fear if they do not get approval. Value is not an important point, although it does have its own role. However, getting grades in line with graduation standards, it already made them ecstatic.

"In a moment, you will take the final exam. The exam that will determine your graduation. I hope you don't have to be nervous or anxious. I'm sure you can do it well." Zainab.

"Yes, Mom." Answer them in unison.

"Today you are free. Because the teachers' councils will hold meetings at other schools. To prepare for exams. So, you can study at home. And tomorrow we'll go back in as usual."

A noise filled the classroom. Children welcome learning at home with pleasure, although in fact they actually spend time playing games, watching favorite movies, or hanging out in the stalls until noon.

Zainab also closed her greetings. Then leave the class.

***

Zainab returned to the teacher's room. While passing through Joseph's table, he overhears his conversation with Dimas.

"Come to the cafeteria! Your stomach will get sicker. Don't we have to take the meeting, later." Bring Dimas.

Joseph insisted on refusing the invitation. "No, it'll be better soon. It's commonplace." His eagle.

Zainab walked straight to her desk, she grabbed and opened her bag. Take the provisions that he did not eat earlier. Zainab gave it to Joseph. Her heart could not bear to see her future husband skip breakfast. Regardless of what she was busy with, Zainab would indirectly pay attention to her every day if she were already Joseph's wife. Zainab smiles.

"Sorry Mr. Yusuf, this is my breakfast. I haven't eaten it yet, because I had breakfast at Sofia's house this morning." Zainab put her container on Joseph's desk. "Emm maybe the fried rice is cold. If you want, please eat it."

Dimas. "Ehm, just for Mr. Joseph. Where do I do it?." Dimas mocked Joseph who was next to him.

Joseph nudged Dimas' stomach, causing him to complain of pain. Actually the elbow was slow, Dimas was just pretending to be in pain. Just wanted to gain sympathy from Zainab. "Awhh is sick." Dimas's face looks funny. Zainab could not help her small smile.

"Thank you, Ms. Zai. I'll eat it later. Sorry, if it's a hassle." Yusuf. He could not refuse the gift of the woman who became his choice. She probably wasted Zainab's attention, even though it was fried rice for her.

Zainab's heart was pounding, unable to control itself. Enough to be forced to strengthen themselves to deal directly with Joseph. Even though his feelings had been reciprocated, it did not mean that he could act ordinary. "I-iya are the same." Reply staggered. Zainab went back to her desk.

Whether Dimas realized it or not, the two human children were on the verge of a very violent raging heart.

"Eat first, I'll wait for you here." Dimas commands like a father to his son.

Joseph complied and immediately opened the container. The smell of fried rice befriends an omelet and slices of several pieces of cucumber and tomato. So appetizing. Dimas gulped because he was tempted, but there was no way he asked Joseph to share. Dimas prefers to play his phone.

Joseph ate it so greedily that habia was not left. Zainab who saw him from a distance could only smile. Fried rice brings blessings.

"Do you want, Mr Dimas?" Bargain Joseph with a spoonful of food in his hand.

"If I take you out to eat, maybe my stomach won't be full. It's just a tasting." Joseph also chuckled.

"You just spend it, I don't want it if it's just one spoon. Where is full." Dimas pulled one of his lips up.

Joseph was still with his strength. Then put the last spoon in his mouth. He gulped down his drinking water.

"Later, I'll have Bu Zainab bring me some fried rice tomorrow." Dimas started joking. The water in Joseph's mouth that had not yet finished he gushed out. He wet his clothes and was surprised.

"Astaghfirullah, Mr. Yusuf. What are you doing." Sofia, who entered the room, was surprised to see what was going on.

Dimas stood up to clean his clothes with tissue. "It's okay, Sofia. Mr. Joseph did it by accident." Dimas tried to calm Sofia down, when he saw the look on his face.

"sorry. I really didn't mean it." Yusuf.

"Your clothes are wet. If it's not replaced, it'll catch a cold."

"But I don't bring a change of clothes." Dimas was still busy wiping his clothes which were now quite wet. I don't know how many pieces of tissue he's been using. "Let me wear a t-shirt, maybe I need to hang it for a while, and then I'll put it back on." Dimas found a solution. He began to release his buttons one by one, remaining thin white shirts wrapped in his athletic body. Sofia is fascinated.

"Let me help you hang it out." Pinta Sofia's.

"Ahh no, let me. I have to take responsibility for the mistakes I have made." Joseph wants to take over.

"no need. Let me just Mr. Yusuf." Sofia raised her voice a little.

A fight for clothes was fought between Sofia and Joseph. Dimas with a confused look at the behavior of the two of them, like a child.

Dimas finally gave a decision, so that their quarrel was over. "Stop! Let me keep it outside myself. You two don't need to help." Dimas stepped foot out.

Sofia and Joseph throw one another a glance. Sofia who was feeling still upset, because she could not attract the attention of Dimas. Though it was his attempt to open his heart to Dimas. The final decision has not been answered between them. As with Joseph, he only put his shoulders up. For him it is not so important.

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"Furniture, sebel, sebel." Sofia vented her frustration to Zainab. Zainab who does not know the cause of Sofia's musabab is confused. Sofia pulled out a chair and sat down. He sits with his chin up.

"Why are you?." Ask Zainab

Sofia then explains the chronology of what happened between her and Joseph and Dimas. Zainab mangosteen, mahfum.

"It's just a small thing." Zainab.

"Yusuf is so annoying." Sofia turned her lips.

"Oh yeah." Zainab said quickly.

"I'm sorry, but today she's pissed me off." Complain Sofia.

"You're just like a kid, funny." Zainab smiles. "Not bend your face anymore. Replace it with a pretty face. We will soon be leaving for a meeting. I don't want to see you still in such a bad mood." Another imbibing.

"Yes." Yeah." Sofia said in a lazy tone.

Bak took off his mask, Sofia's face now changed back to cheerful as ever. His feelings in his store. Where could he possibly meet a lot of people, carrying a tangled face. Sofia fixes her hijab and polishes a little powder to make it look fresh.

***Connected***