Married to Ustaz

Chapter 26: Apology

Cika left Ustaz Hafid, she still brought the peci and prayer rug owned by her husband.

Just one step, he went inside the princess dormitory. His friends immediately hugged his body tightly.

"I'm sorry, Cika."

"We've slandered you."

"We're really sorry."

Apologies kept coming from his friends. They did not hesitate to cry in Cika's arms. They are very sorry.

Cika was moved, this girl also shed her tears. "I'm sorry about you guys" he said with a faint smile.

They are getting her embrace.

"Have, ah, his crying session," said Cika did not want to be dissolved in sadness, he let go of his embrace.

"Sorry Cika, we're just afraid you're still angry" said one of them.

"No, just relax if it's me, '" replied Cika smiling.

"We went to the mosque first. You're a speedy, yeah."

"Yes, I'm coming soon."

The other princesses immediately left. Novi and Dinda live in the dormitory.

"Cika ...," Novi and Dinda's voices sounded muffled. The two of them actually felt very guilty for not trusting Cika.

Cika did not heed the call, she walked to her closet and took her face. Peci and the prayer rug belonging to Ustaz Hafid he stored in the closet.

"Sorry to us." Novi and Dinda walked behind Cika.

"No."

"Well, what the hell, Cika? The other one you're sorry about, why aren't we?" tanya Novi seemed to be inadmissive.

Novi and Dinda pull Cika's arm, the two friends whine apologetically.

"I actually believe in you, but Novi became a demon, he kept teasing me about accusing you too. So, I just go along," explained Dinda trying to convince.

"Where there is, do not spread your slander, Din," denied Novi did not accept.

"really so. You're the only one who believes the same Kak Ayuni nyinyir, Vi. I'm kalem."

"Huh, basic, play wrong people. I know how." Novi throbbed annoyed.

Cika looked lazy, her ears were hot to hear the debate between her two best friends. "Whisper!"

"Cika already dong angry. Suer, we're really sorry." Novi stood in front of Cika. He placed both hands in front of his chest. "Please .. excuse us," he pleaded.

"Yes right said Novi, sorry we are Cika. Allah is forgiving to His people. Your time is not." Dinda continued to persuade.

Cika exhaled a long breath. "Yes, I'm sorry" he said. He continued, "Eits ... there's a condition."

"What's the condition?" Novi and Dinda asked uninspiredly. His best friend always wanted to.

"Our job is. How's Din, Vi?" cika asked, she smiled so widely.

"What duty?" ask Novi and Dinda at the same time.

"Duty of note, continue the task of mathematics," said Cika enthusiastically. "Novi you're doing my math work, if Dinda can't just write because the writing is good" he continued. With his eyes he sent his two best friends.

Novi and Dinda were silent for a moment, swaying her decision.

"Huft, okay, this time only," said Novi pasrah.

Cika ber 'iyes' joy in her heart.

"Okay, thank you. Love you both more." Cika stepped her foot back towards the mosque. Leaving his two best friends still in place.

Dinda and Novi just looked at each other. They both know it's all just Cika's wits.