SUDDENLY USTADZAH

Maaf

Aqeela returned to the teacher's room. His condition was calmer now than it was this morning.

In front of him was Mr. Luqman, his homeroom teacher, Mr. Juna of the school, Mama Daffa, and Daffa. It just so happened that Pak Handoko today became a ceremony instructor so as to entrust the case of Aqeela to Pak Juna as a student waka.

While beside Aqeela there is Desta, Doni, and Ustadzah Dewi.

Mama Daffa who saw there was a handsome young man in a suit with Aqeela made her guts faintly. But because of his deep resentment overpowering everything.

"Okay.... Alright. Because everyone has gathered. Aqeela is ready. I'll start." Said Mr. Juna while looking at the faces in front of him one by one.

"Now I invite you from Mama Daffa to start. Mother, please mother say the reason why you did such a rude act before Aqeela." Mr. Juna let Mama Daffa pour out his heart.

"I hate that woman so much." While pointing towards Aqeela but there was no surprised reaction on her face. Aqeela tried to understand the behavior of Mama Daffa who wanted to protect her child.

"Because of his actions, my son had to sit in a wheelchair. And have been in therapy for years." Mama Daffa's eyes began to glaze over.

"Turning the cheerful Daffa into the sullen Daffa. Not going to school. Not to be friends." Mama Daffa looked at the face of her son who just looked down.

"Therefore, I asked the school to keep him away from my son. Otherwise I will sue Aqeela legally." Said Mama Daffa with anger. Making Aqeela further tighten the hand grip of Desta.

"Prophey to Beb..." Whispered Desta though there was no reaction from Aqeela.

"So mom asked us to move Daffa's class? So that it is not in the same class as Ajeela? That's what mom meant?" Ask Mr. Luqman.

"Not only move, but get Aqeela out of here." The entire occupant of the master room was stunned to hear Mama Daffa's request.

In their hearts, of course, they certainly did not accept a figure as great as Aqeela had to be expelled from school just for the sake of a Daffa who was in fact a new student.

"Aqeela, what about Aqeela?" Juna tried to be wise. He turned to Aqeela.

Aqeela felt called her name, immediately raising her face. Still looks sad.

"Daffa, my request is only one. Tell the truth to your mother." Aqeela said calmly.

"I don't have any solid evidence to say I'm innocent. Because the proof is you. You know what the truth is." Aqeela's speech was still very calm there was no emotion on her tone.

"What is Daffa?" Mama Daffa stared intently at Daffa as if asking for an explanation.

"Daffa, how's Nak?" Mr. Luqman tried to stop, so that Mama Daffa was not emotional anymore.

Daffa breathed a long breath, swallowing his saliva for a while.

"Well Mama, Aqeela, Daffa will tell the truth." Daffa said heavily.

"Mama, it was actually Aqeela who really helped Daffa." Say Daffa with worry.

"You mean?" Snapped Mama Daffa.

"Listen to ma.." Pinta Daffa with a loud voice offset her Mama's voice.

Me and Aqeela were classmates during SD. Aqeela's son is very supple. She is beautiful, kind and smart. All the teachers liked and praised Ajeela.

Everyone loves Aqeela. Me included. I always wanted to be close to Aqeela. But my way was wrong.

I used to bully Aqeela. I don't know if it's just asking for his provisions. His allowance. Even cheating the PR.

All I did was so I could see and talk to Aqeela.

At first Aqeela did not argue. But because I too often made Aqeela angry and fight back.

I do not accept either. We ended up fighting a lot. Often scolded teachers together. Until our parents are called.

From there Mama and Papa I know Aqeela who likes to hit and fight with me.

It turns out that not only me who often fight there are even some upperclassmen who often engage in jotos with Aqeela.

Aqeela's record was higher than mine, back then.

Until then when I returned home from school, I was stopped by several Classmates in the middle of the road. They tried to poke me.

It just so happened that my pocket money ran out. Until I refused their request. But what happened was that they beat me. Kicked me. Someone even stepped on my foot.

Lucky Aqeela came, she helped me. Expel that Class Brother. Aqeela who brought me home with a rickshaw.

But as soon as he got home, it was not a thank you that he received. Even mama's insults and insults that he received.

My mom didn't ask for any explanation for what really happened.

Story End

"Mama, so this isn't Aqeela's fault." Daffa Pungkas.

"Qee, I'm sorry yes. because only now dare to tell mama." Daffa seemed to regret.

"So..he...he... really how do you?" Mama Daffa was devastated.

Daffa just nodded confirming everything.

"Aqeen... " Mama Daffa hugged Aqeela.

"I'm sorry auntie..."

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**Happy Eid al-Fitr 1441 H

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