SUDDENLY USTADZAH

Share Ala Aqeela

They say back to Pak Kyai and Bu Nyai, after seeing Aqeela out of the princess boarding area.

Not to forget Aqeela also paid a farewell to Pak Kyai and Bu Nyai.

Aqeela kissed Bu Nyai's hand politely as a sign of goodbye and permission and a request for blessing to leave the boarding school.

at Pak Kyai, Aqeela simply slouched her hands in front of her chest and lowered her head.

“ We're home now, Well.” Pinta.

“Bby. But, where are you, Qee?” Mother asked in astonishment to see Aqeela come out without carrying any items. Only a small bag may contain only talcum powder and an Aqeela purse.

“Qeela share to friends at boarding school, Mom. Books ama his book, Qeela donate to the library.” Answer aqeela innocently and with a sinless smile. Make anyone who squirms the gurgles not stumbling.

Mother was just dumbstruck, confused and amazed by her daughter's attitude.

“Qeela wrong huh, Mom? Forgive me, ma'am. But, the habit here if there is a santri who goes home usually they will distribute his goods to his friends as a memento. Qeela thinks, can buy again in Surabaya at any time. While many friends here they come from the area. And not many could afford an item like Qeela's. Continue to pesantren library books are very few so Aqeela block deh, let a little seem a lot like that.” Cerocos Aqeela at will.

Actually Aqeela is not lying and not wrong but also not one hundred percent right. Aqeela actually does not want to bring all her stuff home. That's why he distributed to all his friends in the princess boarding school. His friends are just fine, let alone Aqeela goods including goods that are quite expensive to brand. Who is also shak.

Though actually in his brain, Aqeela had devised many surprise plans.

So, do not bring home any items from Pesantren is included in the programmatic plan.

(Beautiful-beautiful not curled. Haa haa. , said the author ).

" Oh yes, Mom. Let it. Aqeela's stuff in abreg's house. " Dad said as if not dizzy with Aqeela's belongings.

"Yesss... " The cheer of Aqeela in the heart

" Yes, if Aqeela is sincere. I don't have Pa-pa either."

"Aqeen..." Shouting someone loudly made Aqeela, Mother and Father look back together.

"Aqeen... Congratulations, your struggle was not in vain. After nyampe Surabaya do not forget me yes..." Said Adinda while hugging Aqeela.

"Dinda, where sj. I'm looking I didn't see you."

"Back stage"

Aqeela was astonished to hear Adinda's reply.

" I can't afford to lose you. " Adinda continued while taking off the hug from Aqeela.

"I promise I won't forget you."

"I promise later in Surabaya also diligently studied." Aqeela finished her sentence while raising her index and middle fingers up.

Adinda lowered her head, "I'm still here Qee."

"Later, if I have free time. I'll stop by here." Aqeela.

Three years in the same room, in the same school, but never in the same class. Except in the Diniyah School of course. It's a long time for them.

Santri's sister from Solo, so her parents are very rarely nengokin. So, fitting Aqeela home ato at Tengokin Adinda often invited home.

So that their friendship can be said to be solid among other friends.

Aqeela hugged Adinda once more, before sliding into Surabaya.

farewell, however, leaves sadness.

But still can not be denied, because the separation will still occur.

And between Aqeela and Adinda their friendship remained in the heart. And they will live new lives. And meet new friends.