SUDDENLY USTADZAH

The Best Moment 2 (BK Room )

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Aqeela directly opened the door of the BK room without waiting for an answer from within.

Because it is customary for Aqeela to enter the BK room without permission from Mr. Jamal. Just go straight. And Mr. Jamal never objected to Aqeela's behavior.

Once inside, Aqeela felt a different air. BK's room was so quiet. But there was the sound of a woman's sobs and the voice of half-angry belonged to Mr. Jamal.

Aqeela memorized Mr. Jamal's voice even though the past year and a half has rarely been heard. Because BKnya subscription students are already insyaf. Haa hahaa... Who else if not Desta N the genk and himself.

"Lhoo...Lady Siti? Why crying? Why Ma?" Aqeela exclaimed in shock to find that Ms. Siti was her biology teacher as much as she had a teary heart.

Aqeela approached Bu Siti, seen in front of her Mr. Jamal sitting facing a schoolgirl. Which looks cute and does not want to know with the question Mr. Jamal.

"Sir, why him?" Aqeela asked with emotion.

Mr. Jamal just stared briefly at Aqeela without answering the question of his best student.

His gaze returned to the student in front of him who was still unmoved.

"Hasna.answer" cried Mr. Jamal.

"Sir Jamal, let Aqeela deh who ngadepin. I'm calming Ms. Siti." Pinta Aqeela's.

Mr. Jamal who had run out of sense facing the students in front of him finally gave a place for Aqeela.

Mr. Jamal himself stood up to invite Ms. Siti to sit on the sofa near his desk.

"Your name is Hasna. right?" Aqeela read the Student's note on Mr. Jamal's desk. Then looked at Hasna with a flat face.

"Hasna Fathiyah, the open Good. What a beautiful name. But it is a pity that such a beautiful name is not accompanied by a beautiful akhlaq as well. No akhlaq at all." Oceh Aqeela stared at Hasna's fearless face.

"What class are you in?" Aqeela asked again in a flat voice.

Hasna did not respond.

Aqeela did not let go of her eyes, nor did Hasna. He looked at Ajeela. It was just that his gaze seemed to have no meaning.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Greetings Daffa, Doni and Nabila while opening the door of BK room.

"Pak Jamal, Ms. Siti, Aqeela..Why this?" The astonished Daffa.

Mr. Jamal, Ms. Siti and Aqeela simply answered her third greeting without any intention of answering Daffa's question.

The three finally understood and sat on the front sofa without a sound.

"You either answer my question or you end up another way." Aqeela's whispers were a little threatening but without shouting.

Hasna's face slightly shriveled at Aqeela's threat.

"Look at that guy with the crutches." Aqeela's whisper pointed at Daffa. Hasna inevitably looked at the man Aqeela pointed at.

"He was using crutches because of me. Do you want to be like him?" Aqeela.

Hasna's defense was slightly saggy hearing Aqeela's threat. There was a horrified face that he emanated even though he did not dare to bulge.

"Yes I'm Hasna Fathiyah. Class 10 IPS 2. Satisfied..." Hasna replied in a slightly angry tone but there was trembling inside. And Aqeela caught the gelagat.

"Good.." Aqeela grinned with satisfaction.

"You did Bu Siti to cry like that." Aqeela asked with a raised tone of voice, making Hasna grow fiery.

Ms. Siti and Mr. Jamal looked at Aqeela in confusion.

"Sir, Aqeela, what's the matter? How can Hasna make a sound?" Bisik Bu Siti's.

"Let's go, ma'am, let's see what.." Take Mr. Jamal.

Hasna looked at Aqeela fearfully but her prestige was able to hide her fearful face.

"I gave you some gum in his chair. I broke the leg of his chair." Say Hasna without feeling sinful.

"You're still in tenth grade and you've dared to be a teacher." Aqeela seemed emotional hearing Hasna's confession, but she tried to hold it back.

"are you taught morals at home?"

"Bodo is very, what cares about you that is not important like that."

The sound of table buzz from Aqeela suddenly shocked the residents of BK space. Especially Hasna who looked pale looking at Aqeela.

"What is your religion?" Aqeela asked flatly, she was indeed an emotion but she still maintained the sanity of her voice.

"Islamic.." Answer Hasna quickly.

"Open the Qur'an." Aqeela.

"Where do I bring the Qur'an. You weird chick." Oceh Hasna's.

"Where's your phone?" Ask Aqeela.

Hasna took out a flat-shaped object and handed it to Aqeela.

"Mobile phone newest output. Nee chick open. son of an ordinary man. His parents must have had a lot of treasure. But baby not with akhlaq." Inner Aqeela while glancing at the brand and type of mobile girl in front of her.

"Download the digital qur'an app." Decide Aqeeela without receiving Hasna's phone.

Hasna according to. Soon he searched for a digital al-qur'am application and downloaded it.

"It." Hasna said a minute later

"Open Luqman's letter. Read." Tell Aqeela once again.

"can't. I can't read the Qur'an." Hasna looked at Aqeela doubtfully.

"You can't read the Qur'an but with as good as your udel hurt Ms. Siti." Aqeela's tone of voice rose.

He was very unwilling, there was a student who harassed a teacher. Aqeela did not doubt how mischievous she had been in the past but she had never abused a teacher. Because for him the teacher is his parents. The teacher who gave him knowledge so that he could reach his current level.

Suppose he did not like the way the teacher taught him to be quiet and listen. No matter what you understand or not.

For Aqeela he just wanted to find blessing while seeking knowledge through his teachers.

But now in front of him sat a student who seemed to have no remorse or sin because of his actions that harassed Bu Siti. Even if it's just a fad.

"I don't know what's in your brain. Now you're sorry about Miss Siti and Mr. Jamal." Aqeela.

"No, what do. I'm not wrong. Who told me to go to BK's room." Hasna answered as if there were no regrets in her heart.

"You are not comfortable yes..had made Bu Siti cry like that. After Siti, who else would you like to see?" Aqeela said impatiently.

"Still I thought, Ma'am." Answer Hasna.

"Hasna, what don't you think. School for learning science. Where do you get it not from the teacher. In Islam a teacher is glorified. There are many books that talk about it." Omel Aqeela's. But Aqeela was sure for a Hasna her babble would not enter the brain let alone her heart.

"Okay.... Now I ask you to apologize and regret for your actions or not?" Aqeela again asked still in a high tone.

"No. I'm not gonna apologize. Who told Ms. Siti to do a lot of work. And who told you to take me to BK's room." Answer Hasna.

"Okay.kalo you still do not want to apologize and regret. You memorize Luqman's letters verses 12-19. Then you look for literacy about adab to the teacher. You have to use any book reference. You have one week." Aqeala.

"If one week you cannot fulfill all or one of them then you will be punished for your behavior. And remember not to involve your parents. Once you involve them, then you will regret." Aqeela threatened.

Hasna stared at the aura of seriousness from the face of her upperclassman. I want to scratch that beautiful face. Both of his hands seemed unable to move.

"Okay. deal." Answer Aqeela.

"Another week, I wait here" Aqeela said firmly.

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