My Soulmate's

Back School

After delivering Fahad to the main door and looking at the car driven by her husband disappeared from the field. Kinan went back inside again with a feeling filled with anxiety and anxiety. Even the heart in charge of pumping blood instantly stopped precisely, quickly Kinan shook his head and forgot about the bad feeling. "May there be nothing."

Kinan preferred to help Bi Ijah who was busy outside the house, where the place was specifically for drying clothes. Arriving there, Bi Ijah was still there and was even busy drying clothes. Clothes that are piled and dry living in the iron makes Kinan plunge into the world of the obligation of a wife.

"Bi, I'm helping yah, too" Kinan said.

"Okay, Neng! Do not even though," reject Bi Ijah smooth.

"There is no rejection. The point is that I help you just to finish quickly," said Kinan and danced his hands. The ironing cable Kinan turned on and began to iron his clothes and Fahad.

Bi Ijah just shook his head to look at his hostess. For some reason, Bi Ijah felt a bad feeling, so that made Bi Ijah dismiss the thought because it was not good to keep thinking bad. 'Hopefully nothing happened.'

The two women were immediately preoccupied with a wide variety of clothes, Bi Ijah focused on his task of drying clothes after being dried in the washing machine and Kinan was busy ironing clothes that were dry.

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Meanwhile, Fahad who has reached the main goal of the school. He immediately parked his personal car, not forgetting Fahad greeted the one at school. Glancing at the time arjoli shows at 09.15 am which is a sign of 45 minutes more rest time arrives. Fahad deliberately came a little late because his body felt tired, so he asked permission to the picket teacher that he would be late and get a reply received.

The atmosphere of the school was quiet even the office that was always preoccupied by various kinds of teachers with their fields, now it was quiet because everything taught only one teacher who was busy playing with a device. Fahad who saw who that person was just displayed a cold face, and immediately went to his room.

"Eh, has Fahad arrived?" marsha asked when she heard Fahad's footsteps.

Fahad did not answer that question, although he had to be professional if both Fahad had to attach more importance to him than a professional attitude as stated since graduating from college. Fahad already knew very well the attitude of Marsha, a woman with a slightly menor face that rarely entered his classroom and always leave his duties to the class leader who will be studied by him. In fact, Marsha is always reluctant to be given criticism about his attitude because he is always busy with his life and even his own world.

When, Marsha teaches in classes that are appropriate to the subjects. Marsha never explained the material to be discussed, never even listened to her students when students were asking about the lesson. Despite that, Marsha used to be a very clever student but now as time goes by everything changes drastically.

Because there was no reply back from Fahad, Marsha finally chose to approach Fahad who had entered the room. Busy the door without saying an excuse, Fahad was reading a textbook as if he knew what Fahad was doing, before his learning took place Fahad preferred to spend every second missed by understanding the material to be discussed.

"What's wrong?" fahad asked coldly without seeing who was standing in front of his desk.

"No, I just greeted you. But, you did not return my greeting so I came back here again," answered Marsha without sin.

Fahad smiled cynically hearing that, his gaze unchanged still monitoring the learning to be discussed. His fingers moved so that the ink from the pen moved by Fahad formed an arrangement, ranging from numbers and letters neatly lined up in each book package as an answer to the discussion.

"Because you're not looking at me? If you haven't looked at me, I won't come out" explained Marsha with eyes filled with expectation of Fahad's love. In fact, one second passed by and Fahad refused to change his position.

So that makes Marsha anxious with the cold behavior Fahad. "Do you know? Ever since you saved me from bullying, I've felt something that I don't know is even something that has never been felt before. When I asked my mom, it was love. Instantly my heart was beating fast."

"Every time you pass by, I feel saved by you. Even the friends who bullied me instantly were silent never bothered me at all. There, I wanted to express my gratitude through my words even I wanted to express that I love you."

"So, as long as my love has not been accepted by you. I feel that gratitude is in vain, it should be accepted with gratitude. So, I thought twice that I should get the same meaning from you after that my heart would flower that my love is accepted by you."

Fahad heard the chatter for a moment, unable to hold back his laughter. Even his stomach felt tickled by invisible creatures, the laughter made Fahad unable to hear the talk that he thought was like a bullshit story. "Hahaha .. hahaha .. stupid explanation!"

"Why? Am I wrong? Isn't there a theory to say that?"

"What kind of theory is that? At best a theory of nonsense, an inventor of the theory would not say so! Sia*lan the story contains comedy, I can't stand the cuteness," said Fahad while stopping his laughing activity after being satisfied.

Marsha was instantly speechless not daring to talk to Fahad, where Fahad was smiling sumrik mingled mockingly into one. "There's a dong," he said quickly to prevent jitters.

"The theory of aristotle" he answered quickly.

"About what?"

"Life."

"What does it sound?"

Marsha could not answer Fahad's question, for her it was too sudden to even consider the question like a trap. Therefore, Marsha chose silence and bowed.

"Is this you bo*doh or what? The mashrha I know is not Marsha like this, but Marsha used to be very clever and even always helped others not a seductive Marsha. Well, I will answer Aristotle's theory of life he found his opinion that living things exist because of inanimate objects and everything mincul spontaneously. So what does this have to do with love?" fahad asked with a serious expression.

Hearing that, Marsha grew silent as if Fahad's words had a point. He had changed a lot and did not realize it, so that Marsha more and more here piled up his hatred. 'Definitely because of that vain woman*lan, Fahad was brainwashed, ' Marsha's inner rage.

"Why are you still standing?!" snapped Fahad slightly raised the voice.

"I'm waiting for your apology, because my heart is offended by your words like a corner of me" said Marsha without sin.

Hearing the words, Fahad grew furious. Apparently, Marsha has since changed into a sexy appearance her mind is getting here more and more into actual stupidity. "It's a shameless woman, if you don't want to go out I don't hesitate to call the security guard."

"Even if you call the security guard, reject my love, even you continue to corner me just because I changed. Know that the weak Marsha is gone, there is a great Marsha" explained Marsha smiling sumrik and out of Fahad's room.

Fahad's face instantly changed upon hearing the last sentence, as if it contained pride in himself. Even though Fahad knows that loving yourself is good, it can increase self-esteem, but if they are too high and forget nature as humans then they will not hesitate to boast of reaching the limits of reasonableness.

He chose to lean on the bench, massaging his temple himself was dizzy to face the behavior of Marsha who increasingly reaches ignorance. He glanced at the wall clock and showed at 10.02 o'clock the first lesson ended and the students were doing a mind-numbing activity for a moment.

"It should fit in the interview, uncle Ibrahim should not be immediately tempted by the value of Marsha who has a cumluade title. Anyway, if the brain is pinter while the private is minimal how to be a reliable teacher," murmured Fahad.

"What are you doing now? Did I just call? Some of my feelings are not good even make me afraid of losing, hopefully it's nothing not even a feeling of danger just a feeling of not reality," Fahad murmured again and again.

Fahad who joined after venting all the emotions that are harbored through talking himself, he chose to press the screen button, and press the green button. There were dozens of calls from Barakka that were not picked up, not even a single word came in to explain the reason why Barakka called.

His forehead grinned in surprise, upon seeing the many missed calls from Barakka. "Stupid, why am I even using silent mode," said Fahad.

His mind immediately turned to the bad direction, the feeling that Fahad always threw away all the way back immediately came back to haunt the thoughts and feelings. Fear and anxiety constantly attack the feeling, although not all premonitions are bad and upset. There is wisdom from behind the premonition itself, so bad feelings must first weigh the consequences.

Not wanting to drag on for too long in a vague feeling, a phone came in and the name on the screen 'Barakka' instantly disperse the reverie Fahad. The sound of ringing succeeded in making Fahad swiftly lift, the green button was immediately pressed until the sound was connected from across.

"Hallo, what's wrong?"

"........."

"What?!"

Degh's!