My Soul is a Crib From Heaven

Chapter 18: Who is he???

"God willing." said Hanif in his heart.

But the man shook his head, feeling guilty. He quickly compiled the books . And begged him to leave.

"Sorry.I was not accidentally.I say goodbye" said Hanif flatly.

The man slowly moved away and left the man. He lined up at the apple stand with his classmates. Awaiting the welcome and delivery from the picket teacher.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" greet the picket teacher

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" replied the students and students compact

The teacher's initial greeting was made slowly. Until it gets to the core of the sentence. The teacher did not want to be stale for long because he understood that his students stood in the sun for a long time very troublesome but also good for their health. Because morning sunlight is vitamin D for the body.

" Kids there are some things you need to say. that in the next few weeks, you will face the test of cultural art practice and Pendais . But before that you first pass the 6-day semester . I hope you will continue to learn without ceasing. Because this will really help you to deal with it" pause for a while

" Okay.kids.there is good news that you want to convey to you.."more.

All the students and students looked chaotic out of curiosity. Their voices vary to make their own noise.

"Hopefully be quiet if you want to hear it... You just want to say that we have a new student today ", he said

Everyone looked happy except for Hanif. He just stared at the picket master's face coldly. His mind was on Aqila. Aqila's attitude started to get strange on her.

" A beautiful schoolgirl transfers from Miftahul Khair boarding school" continued the picket teacher in reply with a carefree clap of hands by students and students

Hanif was shocked, his eyes were rounded when he heard the sentence about "Miphtahul Khair School" where he came from.

Pesantren Miftahul Khair is a big pesantren and full of discipline both santri and santriwati. Their dormitories were clearly separated. But in some activities they sometimes meet. Good at religious events and so on.

The beautiful student who was once a santriwati began to ventured out of the teacher's room, as she was greeted with joy.

His face always looked down. Dare not look at those who look at him. It was strange for some of the other students to see it.

Yes, she is none other than a veiled woman. Wrapped in a cloth covering his face made some students and schoolgirls curious about the face behind the veil.

He was young but he got into school quickly. He was one year younger than Aqila. But it's not a problem for him. He insisted on getting into the 12th grade.

"Introduce yourself son" said the picket teacher while giving a loudspeaker to him

ffiiuuhhh..prok..

The sounds of a flickering whistle and applause adorned the apple field. It feels so uncomfortable. He is not used to this kind of situation.

The woman swallowed her saliva. He tried to get himself to introduce himself.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" greeted him with a soft, soft voice

"Wa'alakumussalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh ukhtyy" replied several students and students compact

Sighs, "Include my name An Nissa...I am from the Miftahul Khair school...And thank God I was accepted in this school and according to what the teacher said that I was accepted in class 12 C. so hopefully we can be good friends . ".

All the students and students were angry because they expected the new student to enter their class but luck was not on his side.

The head of the osis also drove An Nissa to class 12 C. The girl tried to keep her distance because she was used to their habits while at the boarding school.

"youhuh your name is An Nissa huh?" ask ketos

" umm yes" he replied awkwardly

"umm introduce my name Akhtar Ghaishan.commonly called Akhtar" he said by thrusting his right hand but not reciprocated with Nissa.

Nissa only replied with both palms of her hands she stuck forward . Trying to signal that shaking hands with people who are not mahrams is haram.

" ouh.iya sorry.iya understand" Akhtar replied by scratching his head that did not itch.

In the management of last year's elected osis is Akhtar and rosy. The biggest vote was Akhtar. So , Rosy is just the representative to 1 Osis. For the time being Akhtar is still serving as head of the osis because the timing of the selection of the next management of the osis has not been set. They are still very busy with their learning activities.

"This is your class.please enter" suggested Akhtar slowly.

The girl simply replied with a nod . He kept looking at the floor. He was with a teacher who teaches today. Because a while ago the bell rang.

The teacher said a greeting as his initial welcome came in. While beside the teacher there was An Nissa who he was embracing.

" Kid.introduce yourself" said the teacher.

"Good ma'am..my friends introduce my name is An Nissa.." he repeated it as in the place of the apple before.

"I hope you can be good friends with him... An Nissa.please find your seat" suggested the teacher gently.

An Nissa again sighed because she saw the seat was already at full except the 5th row seat that was behind. He did not expect his seat to be close to Hanif, the man who hit him earlier.

Step by step he turned to the empty bench. His gaze remained to the floor .it felt awkward to see his new friend.

After arriving An Nissa immediately occupied the bench. He glanced at Hanif who was not far beside him.

Shortly after, a piece of paper landed on the hanif table. For the man it feels reluctant to want to open it but the code of the new student is very disturbing.

" Hanif right???" he said on the writing on that shabby paper

Hanif only scrunched his two eyebrows together. Because what he hit earlier turned out to know him. The black-copied man looked straight ahead but his nod was on the woman.

Actually who is he????. in the pesantren I do know a santriwati but I do not know his name...what could it be him?.

Then a piece of paper landed back on his desk.

" Does your brother know me?" ask Nissa repeatedly

Again the man was shocked when he read the paper message. What he thought turned out to be true. She is a santriwati who often bothers her friends.

Astagfirullah..why did he also move here? .inner hanif

It was not easy to return the letters to him. Hanif only replied with a nod but his gaze remained fixed on the blackboard.

Nissa smiled faintly behind the veil she was wearing when she saw the nod from the hanif.