SUDDENLY USTADZAH

Desta VS Ustaz Zainal's

“Hallo” greet Desta.

Seeing the Id caller Desta is impossible to ignore.

Ustaz Zainal's.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Sapa Desta's

"Wa'alaikum hail..." Answer the voice across from Desta's phone line

“ Dec, you were fighting Aqeela ya?” Ustadz Zainal Menegur.

“engkak. Suerr I don't fight. If you don't believe. Shift me samperin him first.” Reject Desta.

I don't know where Ustaz Zainal knows, Desta abis ngajak Aqeela duel with Cakrawala High School boys.

Desta ran towards Aqeela's car. But not directly nyamperin Aqeela, he even towards Mr. Sharif Aqeela's father.

“sore, Om.” Sapa Desta's

“ Afternoon. Wh why? Aqeela bothers you huh. Must be him fighting again.?" Said Aqeela's Father

“no, Om. This Aqeela in search amaza Ustaz Zainal.” Desta lied a little. Because of the aqeela plot next to his father.

“Aqeela, you must have done it!” his father glared

“Not dad.” Aqeela said as her hand twitched like a chest indicating that she was not throwing a tantrum.

“ accepted first, Om. It's !” desta gives her smartphone with courtesy to Aqeela's father.

“Ustaz Zainal this why use call brother Desta anyway.” Aqeela grunts in heart.

Aqeela and Desta noticed the talk of Ustaz Zainal ama Pak sharif that seemed serious.

Many times Mr. Syarief answered yes. And thank you while smiling. Desta's phone was returned.

“Thank you, son. What's your name?”

“Desta, Om.” Answer Desta

“ Om, can I have the number Ustaz Zainal?”

“Bby.” Desta mentioned a few digits of the number, Mr. Sharief kept it on his phone.

“Okey thanks yes, Desta. Om ama Aqeela go home first. Sorry yes, if Aqeela likes to disturbin.”

“ yes, Om.” Answer Desta. Actually he was confused too. Kok, Aqeela's father apologized to her. Why Emang Aqeela? But yes, Desta did not want to think about making a retard.

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“Qee, tonight I'll talk to you. Please explain what just happened between you and your friend earlier also about Ustad Zainal.” Dad said before he drove his car.

“ Yes Father. Okay.” Aqeela replied without the slightest refusal. Because he felt he didn't admit to any mistakes.

 

Aqeela is back.

I don't know what his father would say. Aqeela just assumed this must have been related to a call from Ustadz Zainal this afternoon.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

"Wa'alaikum hail..Uh, tumben nee son mommy back and forth pouting kayak gini." Reprimand the mother as soon as Aqeela enters the house.

"Eeh.., wait a minute.kok go home to school with a gini shirt. Don't abis shoot jotos again.." Mom suspects.

Ajeela just kept quiet. Dare to look at my mother.

"Who else is the same?" Ask Mom.

Ajeela was still silent. She was confused as to what to say to her mother.

I have to talk, if abis helps a twelfth grader brawl. Brawuran with Cakrawala High School.

Haduha....

"Qee.., mom asked me a song. Who is the same this time?" Mommy's been softer.

Aqeela was still unmoved.

"Believe in your mother. I promise I won't tell dad. It's just the two of us who know." Whisper mom slowly.

Made Ajeela raise her head. Staring at the mother.

"Mother promise." this time the thumb raised the middle finger and the ring finger formed the letter V.

"Same Cakrawala High School."

"You mean, brawl???"

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What a shock to mom.