Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 57

Five months later ....

Apples on the grass field of Cendekia 1 campus, the morning was not as usual, because after the students who served as apple builders and sang the national song together there was an additional event, there was an additional event, namely the presence of Mr. Headmaster, in the middle of the apple to receive various trophies from the achievements that have been achieved by students of SMA Cendekia 1 Jakarta (Leadership Academy). Previously Mr. Headmaster expressed his speech to all students to always maintain achievement in order to uphold the good name of the school.

Thank you was conveyed to the students who have been outstanding and the awarding of trophies to spur his spirit to follow various kinds of competitions and championships both being followed by students and in the next races.

The achievement trophies submitted that morning include trophies at the Teens School Competition Jakarta competition which has been running since the last five years, the Princess Kartini trophy, the News Presenter and News Acnhor trophies, among others, school Competition Cup. Presentation with a prize of some money, a charter and also an award trophy.

Rere and Nikita smiled at Maula who was sitting looking at the cup of Kartini's daughter that he had just obtained. The first Cup that Maula ever won, and only he got at the end of his High School. They just sat there with no sound until Rere tried to break the awkward atmosphere by opening a conversation.

“Unexpected, yes, can get a cup?” Rere smiled as he raised his eyebrows.

Maula nodded her head and then nodded while returning the smiles of her two friends. The way you behave, speak and think, has changed a lot. Makes Rere and Nikita a little cautious while interacting. There is no greeting Lo, I and harsh words anymore from his mouth. Maula is now a graceful, elegant, polite, and intelligent girl of course. That's why she got the Kartini princess trophy version of Scholar High School 1.

Rere sighed, pretending to put on a sad face. “You're really cowering at me right now. Soon it will be announced, the new class champion, the best graduate in our High School. Hhh .. sad me.”

“I too, Re. Not getting any awards this year.” Nikita is no less sad.

“You don't do that, dong. What I got was not much. You guys keep the best. You guys who helped me get this all.”

“But we're in for the seneng, kok, La. Yes, no, Nik?” asked Rere while playing his eyebrows.

“Iya. We don't need to anger you anymore, because you're pinter now.” Nikita grumbled while squinting her eyes.

“If I'm pinter, let me have my revenge. Replace me who is angry with you later.”

“Ampun .. pardon .. don't get mad at me, teacher. Pity meu,” selorohnya while cupping both palms.

They laugh together, although not as well as before.

Your sacrifice was not in vain. You can achieve a glorious achievement like your promise when you decide to release your precious love, Rere's mind while continuing to look while smiling.

Unfortunately, I can't see any more happiness in your eyes, La. Are these accomplishments more valuable than happiness? Rere shook his head slowly.

Hope you can find the answer.

“Dreams, yes, Re?” ask Maula.

“Re, still do not accept Maula to be our rival, yes?” joking Nikita while sneering.

“Ehh!.. no, dong. Who is dreaming. Conscious people like this.”

“Yes, yes, I went to mushala bertar if so. Udah Zuhur kayaknya,” said Maula while staring at the watch. “On want to pray now, no?” He took out a mukena from his bag.

Rere admitted to being a hitch, so he chose to wait in class. While Nikita accompanied Maula Zuhur prayer in mushala.

The very end, the last and the right, became the favorite place of the Maula during prayer. And he always took more time while praying. In addition to praying, also to make the prayer of someone who is far away.

“Dek, if Abang salat in other places, you keep Aamikan prayer Abang from your place, yes,” message Khayru first every time leaving for the mosque. “Abang is always doain you even though you do not pray at home.”

Thank you for your prayers. All of this cannot be separated from the prayers of Abang. Best prayer for you too. May you be happy.

“Aamiin ... Aamiin ... Aamiin yes mujibassailin.”

“Nah, right? Abis prayer must cry,” mumbled Nikita slowly.

“No cry, really. People again touched by the cup,” him while folding the cloth mukena and then move from his seat.

He sat back on the terrace of the mushala after taking his shoes from his storage rack.

“Ngadem used to be daunted, yes, Nik,” he said while enjoying the breeze that felt a little cold because in this mushala area was overgrown with trees that were quite shady. Her eyeballs accidentally stopped at the end of the skirt she was wearing. Without him noticing, his lips brushed off a tickling smile.

“Start tomorrow, don't wear that skirt again!” Someone shuffled his waist at Maula who was wearing shoes in the living room.

“Bypical!”

“Oohh ...” Maula stood while looking at her skirt. “It's not short, but I cut it off in a sewing machine. Schoolboy trend today, here, Bang.” When you sit back, focus on your socks and shoes.

“This, nih ..” Khayru raised the legs of Maula high while pointing the lower leg that is not covered by a skirt. “So it's open everywhere. Why follow the trend if if only violate the rules?”

“Astagfirullah, Bang. If lifted into the gini cake obviously looks like dong, Bang. Let alone the legs, my thighs can look like. Intentionally, yes, want to see?” Maula laughed as she looked at Khayru's embarrassed face.

“ Anyway, tomorrow should buy a new uniform. Don't use that one.”

“Honey, Bang, if buy again. School wants to graduate. Look at this!” Maula showed me her long socks. “My socks are really long, so it can cover my lower legs.” The maula glances while rounding her thumb and index finger.

Finally, this skirt will not wear me again. Cingkrang skirt that always makes Brother sewot every morning. Make Abang grumble until my ears hurt, inner Maula while shaking her skirt. High School Uniform that will soon become a memory after one week.

Arriving home, Maula immediately headed for the cup storage. He opened the glass cabinet because he wanted to put the cup he had brought from school, among other trophies he had claimed belonged to him over a dozen years ago.

“*Ma ... Pa. .. Finally, I have my own trophy. Although only one, it takes struggle and sacrifice to get it. Papa, Mama, same Brother must be proud of me*.” Maula was still standing staring at the contents of the closet with a million memories of her childhood. “*You know, right, my IQ is very low. Brother often angry with me because it is difficult to teach, but .. after that, Brother seduce me by all means*.”

“Congratulations, Dek!” Suddenly Katia hugged Maula from behind. “Greatness This Adeku.” He also smelled the red cheeks of the Hall with his hands still coiled around his shoulders. He always gave a warm hug even though it couldn't replace the hug from someone Maula missed.

Maula smiled then opened the closet while continuing to shift and look for the right position to put the trophy. “Which is it, I put next to where is this cup, Brother?”

“In the middle, let him not be lonely. Let him not miss too.” Katia took over the cup and then tried to arrange it. “Do not arrive like the owner,” muttered Katia. His words were directed at Maula who never wanted to admit that she missed someone.

Seeing Maula frowning at him, Katia immediately pulled the girl's hand into the kitchen.

“Eat first, yes. This time I want to bribe you. Don't protest!” he was holding it up while lifting his index finger. He asked Maula to sit next to him and prepare a plate of rice with stir fry. “Come open his mouth.”

Maula was staring at Katia.

“*This is the husband's living for his wife. Brother wants to feed it directly into your mouth*.”

Recalling that remark, Maula immediately asked permission to go to the toilet. “Wait a minute, yes, Brother,” he said while running from the dining room.

To Be Continued ....