
Anjeli stared at the phone screen shown to him. Anjeli was shocked to see a photo of who was plastered there. Anjeli. Even since that incident, he was traumatized to go to campus let alone to the campus bathroom.
"Remember An. I'll send this photo to Mirza if you dare to report the incident back then to the police."
"You're really a Roman savage." Anjeli cried to see the hand of Romi who was still holding his phone.
"You made me what I am now. Why did you marry Mirza ha? just because of the treasure, right? You know Mirza's worse than you think."
"Quite Rom. Don't be ugly Mas Mirza. "
"Haha.. You've been blinded by An's treasure. Until you don't know how bad your husband is. You don't know where your husband is going right now, do you?"
Anjeli wants to go but his arm is clutched by Romi.
"Aww.." Anjeli felt a pain in his wrist. He hoped someone would come to help him. Ya Anjeli is now in a class that somehow became deserted by students.
"Why did you accept Mirza An? I love you so much." Suddenly Romi's grip loosened. Romi crouched down in front of Anjeli. Both of his hands were squeezing his own hair.
"I don't have to reveal any reason to you."
"But I need a reason.. I loved you for a long time. I dare not approach you because I feel unworthy. When I found out you were married to Mirza, my heart ached." Seeing Romi like that, made Anjeli slowly shift his steps near the door. Anjeli pulled the door handle with his body position against the door. Anjeli saw Romi who was still bowed was finally able to get out of the room. Anjeli ran while holding back his tears so as not to come out.
Romi let Anjeli go. Though he could have locked Anjeli in the classroom. But he won't.
"July....!!!!" Riana shouted at Anjeli who was seen running around.
"R....I'm scared." Said Anjeli while hugging his best friend.
"Knell Jel. What's up?"
"Why did you leave me alone in that class?"
"Said Fahmi His class moved. Mr. Heri asked. I thought you were behind me. I'm sorry Yes."
"Rome Ri..He's got me again."
"What's? Jell.. We need to go to the police. You'll feel scared like this. If you don't report."
"Don't Ri. He threatened me with a photo. If I report to the police, he'll send the photo to Mas Mirza. Because he knows Mas Mirza." Anjeli.
"That son of a bitch is Romi!!! Let's just go home. You wouldn't be able to go to college like this." Riana embraced this friend and gave her peace.
While in Riana's room, Anjeli's phone rang.
"Mas Mirza??" said Anjeli when he saw the name listed on his phone call.
"Assalamualaikum, my dear."
"Waalaikussalam. An, where are you? Why is the house so empty?"
"Where are you going? Why never give news? his phone is off, too."
"I've already told Beni a notice. Didn't he see you?"
"No, it's not."
"Why are you An? you cried? Where are you now? I'll pick you up."
"I'm at my best friend Mas's boarding place. I don't dare be home alone." Hearing this, Mirza wondered why everything Beni ordered was not done. Even Mirza had sent guards in her house. And Beni hasn't seen the trunk of her nose since she entered rehab.
"Send the address now, An. I'll come get you. I'll explain later."
"Yes, um." Anjeli sends the current location he is in.
"Your husband will pick you up?"
"You have to tell your husband everything before Romi tells you first."
"Yes Ri. But if Romi was desperate to tell Mas Mirza how?"
"You don't have to be afraid. He's just bluffing you. Your husband will trust you more. If he loves you."
"Yes Ri. I'll tell Mas Mirza. Thanks to Ri. You've been holding me as long as Mas Mirza isn't around."
Anjeli packed his things. Since that incident, Anjeli has been living in Riana's boarding house. Can she be honest with her husband?
Before long there was the sound of the mother boarding calling Riana. Anjeli and Riana go out to meet Mirza. Anjeli looked fascinated by her husband's new appearance. Mirza wears a koko shirt. And his hair was cut neatly.
"Assalamualaikum, Mas." Said Anjeli while kissing the back of her husband's hand.
"Waalaikumsalam An."
Riana until gawking to see Anjeli's husband. Not only handsome, but rich. The white Toyuta Alpahard car perched in front of his boarding house made the students who passed by could not help but look towards Anjeli's husband.
"Ri, I'm going home first."
"Yes, An. Careful."
"Thank you, Ma'am. Been taking care of my wife."Mirza said politely.
"Together with me."
Mirza holding the hand of the friendly Anjeli. Making the passers-by stare enviously at Anjeli. The man who took Anjeli so charmed them. Especially with white cocoa clothes make a positive Aura Mirza out.
"Why are you An? from that time on gloomy?sorry for me yes. For leaving you."
"It's okay."Anjeli stared straight ahead. Mirza occasionally glanced at Anjeli's face that was so pale.
"Have you eaten?" Anjeli.
"We stopped by the restaurant first. You have to eat a lot so as not to pale like this. Is your monthly money lacking An? Until you eat less when you stay?" Tempted Mirza while trying to melt the atmosphere. He did feel that something had happened to Anjeli. But he'll wait for Anjeli to speak.
"Enough koq Mas. More even. I just don't have appetite."
"I'm sorry An. I left because I wanted to improve. I am sometimes the same as you. Because you can't be a good priest."
"It's okay, sir." Anjeli is still afraid of the events of that time. She looked at her husband. Is he going to tell Mirza everything? Or will he keep it to himself?
"An, what's wrong with you?you're not what you used to be."
"Sorry to you."
"Yes, we ate first. After that you can talk to me." Anjeli just nodded. He was very depressed and scared.
'Surrender to Allah Anjeli. Only he is helpful. Hatus strong. Tell Mirza everything. Be honest.' Anjeli said so.
"Mas."
"Yes An. What was? You finished eating?" Mirza asked as they were enjoying grilled chicken at a restaurant.
"Already Mas. I have something to talk about."
"Speak An."
"I. emm.. " Anjeli was reluctant to speak.
"We'll just talk at home." Mirza caught something else from Anjeli. Anjeli who usually smiled warmly at him, today that smile he did not find. I don't know what happened to Anjeli. A lot of questions on Mirza's head.