Miss Sound Adhan

Eps. 2 Theses Accepted

A little while later Carissa arrived at her campus, Bunga Bhakti.

“Haah! Fortunately I was not late.” he said, glancing at the watch in his left hand.

Less than 10 minutes of class. Carissa who was currently in the parking lot immediately ran out of there. He did not care about the few pairs of eyes that saw him at that time. Either see her in a hurry or see her wide hijab.

During this time some people often stare at the hijab and not a few of them who sneer at it. So? There was no time for him to think about that.

“I have to be fast.”

Carissa kept swinging her legs running towards her class, Sharia Business Economy Class. After completing this final semester, he will immediately undergo graduation afterwards. After completing the thesis finally.

“At last I arrived too.”

Carissa walked into her class and sat in the third seat from the front. He doesn't like to sit in the back seat, noisily. Students who sit in the back tend to be crowded. But he also likes to sit on the front bench, too gripping. Even breathing cannot. According to him, the lecturer always supervises if sitting in the first order.

“How's your thesis?” said a hijab girl, sitting next to her.

“Almost I'm late, Mira. Street's jammed. Fortunately I was not late to get here.” bright Carissa, wiping her sweat that began to melt from the temple.

Even his breathing was currently still panting after running without pause for five minutes.

Mira is close friends with Carissa. His friend was veiled but different from him. If the Carissa hijab is wide to the waist, the Mira hijab is not that wide. Even hijab Mira often modified also formed a wide range of fashion, looks still stylish.

“Is thesis for today all ready?” the heavy voice of a man greeting, who else if not their lecturer, Pak Jaka.

The man with slightly wavy hair immediately sat in his chair, making all the students who were still talking there speechless instantly.

Even the atmosphere seemed tense at this moment.

“Already, Sir.”

“Bring your thesis. After the new ACC, you can go to the two.” lecturers still with a voice that makes some students throb their hearts, including Carissa.

He was afraid that Mr. Jaka would not approve of his thesis. And that meant he had to retreat again for some time to do some research again. Only able to submit it to the second guidance lecturer, which also took a long time even though the lecturer was not killer like Mr. Jaka.

“Angga Pak Jaka called one by one his students to come forward to submit the thesis.

In alphabetical order, after all the B prefixed names had been called, Carissa seemed nervous waiting for her turn.

“Carissa Afsheen Princess.

Carissa immediately came forward as soon as she heard her name being called. He immediately submitted the thesis he brought, chapter one and chapter two.

Why so long? Is there still something wrong, after revisions three times? carissa's inner hopes were anxious, with sweat beginning to melt at the temple.

Carissa looked relieved after receiving her thesis back. Not in vain his efforts last night stay up until almost morning.

“Thank you, Mr. Jaka.”

He then returned to his chair before going to see the second supervisor, Bu Eva who was also on the campus.

Ms. Eva is currently still teaching classes for the second level. Then he must wait until the woman has finished teaching and then submit his thesis.

“Wait for me yes, Carissa.” said Mira, who is still waiting for her turn to be called.

“Yes, it's still 90 minutes to meet with Miss Eva.” timpal Carissa, back glancing at the watch in her left hand.

***

Night somewhere else.

A man dressed in black riding a red sport bike entered a house.

The roar of motor sport is quite deafening invite residents of the house to come out to meet him.

“Rayhan, what time is it? You just got home?!” said the middle-aged woman, with a sharp gaze drawn towards the man.

Rayhan looked calm and looked at the woman with a flat expression. He did not even answer the question of the woman. Instead, he just walked away, leaving her to go into the house.

“Rayhan! You are the same as your father! I don't like your attitude!” hardik. Then walk after Ryhan.

“Mother, don't call father in front of me anymore. That irresponsible man doesn't deserve to be called father.”

Rayhan immediately knitted his eyebrows tightly upon hearing his mother mention his father, the man he had hated all his life.

The man left his mother and himself and his younger brother since he was 9 years old. His father had an affair with another woman, a secretary at his company. They don't care at all about their lives even though life is difficult.

Even for school fees alone, Rayhan had to make his own living to finance his school until graduation. And now, at the age of 27, he remains the backbone and finances the school fees of his sister who is currently in High School.

“Rayhan! How long are you going to be home tonight like this?” ask Mom to come, inside the house.

“You should know, why I got this way and for whom I did this.” he replied with a cold, piercing look.

Not wanting to extend the word, the man immediately entered his room. There was a loud door slamming right then and there.

The mother just stroked the chest just to see the behavior of her son like that every day.