Not Planned Love (R3)

. 78. Peanut Meaning

📚. 78. Peanut Meaning

"There is the most common thing but remembered until the age of twilight. The period of graduation in white ash, will always make one want to turn back time." - Arsenov Rayyan

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PLEASE CALM DOWN FOR THE EXAM.

A piece of paper with 5 words in one letter, printed bold appears to be emblazoned in class XII IPA 1. A hand reaches the HVS kerta that is pasted using the adhesive paper. Tearful sounds echoed loudly, as he pulled the paper.

"We graduated, woy!" A voice sounded approaching.

A man who left all the buttons of his uniform open, showing the inside of a black shirt, exclaimed in delight. Some of his friends also looked boisterous jogging together.

The exam season is over. A certificate of graduation has been given. Just waiting for diplomas and other correspondence, the 53rd generation will soon leave the school that has become their second home.

The laughter and jokes they used in every hallway, room, divider, library, canteen, garden, will become a memory in the future. Now the true way will be before them. Which path they will choose and choose themselves.

"Okay, I'm closing the meeting this time. Stay upbeat, trustworthy, disciplined and optimistic. The organization is now half of you." The man sitting in front of the audience spoke straightforwardly.

In front of the table where he sat there is the name 'PURNA MPK' embedded in a rectangular block. The white world of his ashes was over, as well as the journey of his organization. As a full chairman in the organization, he was certainly given time to give advice to his juniors before leaving.

Finished with the full meeting, he took off his coat of pride. Storing the thing into his locker neatly. There were a few pins left inside his locker. He had not had time to bring a cardboard box to fix these objects.

"Um, Arsyad."

The owner of the name turned. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Um, I just wanted to say thank you." The white hijab girl.

Arsyad nodded, while closing his locker. Before being tightly closed, the bead belonging to the interlocutor had seen a photo attached to the door locker faggot 75.

"Where do you want to go to college? You're taking a college offer at Oxford?"

"No. I have another university to go to."

The girl understood. He has participated in the Olympics with Arsyad several times. He certainly knows more or less the capacity of Arsyad. He was also offered a scholarship to Oxford, which was offered to Arsyad.

"Um, can I be honest with you, Arsyad?"

"Please."

"I'm actually..."

"Came, bang. Find the link here." The hordes of rioters came. The three came carrying a large bouquet of flowers made of one hundred thousand dollars.

"Happy Graduate. This is our bank flower bouquet, Tiplet sengklek." The middle represents.

"Yoii, we have bank interest, money interest, if the original interest withers later." The eldest who was embracing the youngest made a sound.

"But not yet passed." Arsyad made a sound when he received the bouquet of flowers.

"No papa, this is our initiative. We'll have another message after the official farewell." Davian said while grinning the horse.

"Here, what are you doing here?" Aroon just opened the sound. He pointed at Arsyad and the girl next to him alternately.

"Go back, get asked again." Davian's Goddamn. "Eh, but not bang Arsyad already..." Davian closed his own lips. He almost slipped.

"Sir Humaira, what are you doing here?" Ask Aroon.

"A-nu, i..."

"Don't anu, really ambiguous sentence lo." Davin interrupted. "Liet down, he explained. We're not biting."

"Yes. Santuyyy is a kuy." Davian's Goddamn.

A red hue adorned the girl's face. His shy nature at random times made him become nervous. "Here." He thrust out a clear, round-shaped jar.

Inside was a bean. There is a pink ribbon also encircling the boundary of the lid.

"Forku?" Ask Arsyad. Humaira nodded.

"Nails?"

"What nut philosophy?" The twins are confused.

"You remember not, the first time we participated in the Indonesian debate competition in the province?" Arsyad nodded small.

"At that time, I was nervous because I never thought I would get through to that stage. You buy me peanuts, pistasio nuts. You say, if you are nervous try to practice your patience by peeling nuts. Nervous for me not calm, peeling nuts can distract me at that time. I'm calmer just because of the nuts."

The triple listened carefully. They tried to summarize the meaning of beans in the story of the girl.

Arsyad. He remembered that when the Olympic debate they were still sitting in class X. Since Arra-sang's twin got legume endorsements from the middle east, the girl shared them with Arsyad. On the way to the Olympic venue, Arsyad did snack on the nuts. Seeing his comrades in arms stricken with unstoppable nervousness, he took the initiative to help drain his nervousness.

Instead of doing many things, what flashed through his head at that moment was a bean. One of them is pistasio nuts that are in his backpack.

"Yes. Because the beans are nervous I'm distracted. The Olympics were also a success. Like the bean itself, the meaning of the bean in my opinion, we must work hard when getting satisfactory results. Like peanuts, we have to open the skin first, although troublesome, then we can enjoy the results."

"Daebak. Give a thunderous applause." The triple clapped his hands cheerfully. "The meaning of beans is not playful as it turns out."

Arsyad smiled faintly as he accepted the object. "I accept. Thanks."

"Um, you're welcome." Humaira said embarrassedly. "And this," the girl thrust out a pink paper envelope.

"Tomorrow, I'm the same colleagues we received at Oxford will go there. Maybe, after the official graduation, we're not here anymore."

Humaira, that kind-hearted orphan girl is indeed clever. It is only fitting that he gets a scholarship that is worth his ability.

"Then, I'll see you next time, Arsyad. That is if God wills. It's nice to have a partner like you."

"Hm."

"Then I say yes, Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

After Humaira, Davian made a quick voice. "She had a crush on Arsyad's bang."

"Yes. The romance is that." Timpal Davin's.

"Printer people are different to express their feelings, using the phrase bermana inmm nyampe to the heart. Bring me another pea philosophy." Davian's Goddamn.

"Basar lo on, people want to pay also in nethingin." Aroon made a sound, while glancing at Arsyad.

While being glimpsed, it was still in its place. He looked straight at the two things that were now in his hand. He did not know what to react to now.

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"Yanda?"

"Hm."

"Here, whose bean jars have them? There's a letter, too."

The man who had just been about to wear the black shirt turned his head on reflex. Pimply. It's a letter from Humaira!

"That's Arra's like it." Arsyad.

"Masa? How was it in yanda's backpack? Kara open it."

The man who was still bare-chested scratched his nape clumsy. He was worried that the contents of the letter had made his wife misunderstand. Arsyad forgot, really. He forgot to move the jar filled with nuts and the letter. Though he knew the routine of the wife who always tidied up his things.

"Then is the letter like this? It's.. Like a real letter other than a person's feelings of liking."

The deg!

Arsyad was glued to his place. No, what should he do now?

"Dylan and Hyung Aiden used to get a lot of gini letters. Kara always reads her letters. This isn't Arra's?" The girl with the dongker looked at her husband.

"You're lying, huh?" Investigate Kara.

Arsyad scratched his nape clumsy. He then approached the wife, grabbed her chin to push towards her.

Cup

It kisses the wife's lips briefly, slightly********** at the end. "Sorry." His words were right before his wife's lips.

"Lied, right?" The girl repeated, pursing her lips in annoyance.

"sorry. I was lying. Now, ask what you want to ask about those two things. I'll answer honestly."

Kara nodded, then pinched the husband's plain waist hard. Make the owner complain of pain.

"Wear clothes first, you want to catch a cold? Not wearing a shirt." Keto.

The beautiful man laughed at the fierce face of his wife. Instead of according to immediately wearing clothes, he even grabbed the body of the wife to be hugged tightly.

"Yanda, put some clothes on."

"Hm."

"Later to catch a cold. Mother also bothered."

Arsyad chuckled small. "So you don't want to take care of me when I'm sick?"

"It's not. Kara can't shake. He said, if you catch wind must be scraped. Kara can't see yanda's body red-red because it's scraped. It must hurt."

Arsyad laughed crisply. Laughter that again appeared because of the adorable behavior of the wife.

"My wife..."

Kara returned the husband's embrace. His heart always rippled when Arshad called him my wife.

"It's so adorable."

Arsyad has his chin on the head of his wife. Makes his wife docked with his body. He had truly fallen in love, all the love that came without a plan. God made their love alakadarannya, but strengthened with time.

As the Prophet guarded his wife, Aisha RA. He will always follow the actions of all the practices that his Fathers taught. He will be husband, priest, head of the family, protector and teacher of his little wife. He will lead his little fingers through every day they pass in this world.

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Sukabumi May 10, 2021