SUDDENLY USTADZAH

New friends or new enemies

On Thursday...

Still the first lesson.

Beautiful Bu who happens to be guarding the picket today. Knock on the door and drive someone.

Aqeela looked up to see who was coming. Same with the people who come in. The two stared at each other.

A guy with a wheelchair.

I don't know what they both felt.

"Kids.this is your new friend. Please introduce yourself." Said Ma Mei who happened to be teaching.

"Good morning guys.introduce me Daffa Ganendra. Previously I only participated in home schooling so please guidance." Daffa said ending his introduction.

Aqeela bowed, her eyes looking down. At that moment, he wanted to stay away from his class.

Daffa Ganendra. The guy who accidentally met him when he visited Doni in the hospital.

Daffa Ganendra was also his SD-time friend. Even deeper, Daffa is his little enemy.

Since childhood, Aqeela has loved to find trouble. More precisely defending themselves but often misunderstood by many people. So it looks like a rioter.

Six years ago...

Precisely when Aqeela fifth grade SD...

"Aqeela... Let me copy..." Exclaimed a guy who was sitting next to Aqeela.

"No bole..." Aqeela

"I said borrow... " The boy cried no less fast.

"Daffa... You do not have to borrow. Here I teach you if you want..." Aqeela.

Bugs...

"Awwww.hhh...."

A fist floated on Aqeela's back.

Bug bug brak...

Twice a fist and one bogem hit Daffa's cheek.

Their friends retreated in fear. Some even scream and cry.

Hearing a commotion a teacher came in.

"What's this?" Ask Mr. Word.

"Aqeela. sir.sama Daffa...fight..." Compact answer of the class.

Mr. Firman immediately turned his head towards Daffa and Aqeela. The two grimace each other. Daffa with his swollen face while Aqeela held his back.

"You two come to the office." The orders of Mr. Word instantly.

Both inevitably follow the steps of Mr. Firman towards the office.

"Aqeela, Daffa why are you?" Asked the few teachers who were staring at the two who were grimacing in pain. But neither Daffa nor Aqeela answered. Both are busy with their own thoughts.

There was a great fear on both faces.

"Daffa, Aqeela explained to Father. Why are you hitting each other so!" Ask Mr. Firman by looking closely at the face of his student.

"Aqeela Sir... " Daffa defended himself

"Daffa started first sir.." Aqeela is not to blame.

"Aqeela, tell me now. What's going on." Mr. Firman softened. He spoke more slowly towards Aqeela.

"Hm....Dafa's...Daffa..." Aqeela seemed hesitant to say it. There was fear on his face.

Aqeela was afraid of being punished by Mr. Firman, not to mention that later at Father's house would also punish him. For hitting his friend.

"Say... Daffa why? Don't be afraid." Persuade Mr. Word.

Aqeela glanced at Daffa who turned her head down.

"Daffa... Daffa. would like to borrow a pe-er sir. But not Aqeela love. Keep hitting your back, Qee. Yep.. Qee reply dong sir." Aqeela said honestly. Making Pak Firman shake his head.

"Truely, Daffa?" Ask the Word as if asking for certainty.

Daffa simply nodded slowly without daring to raise his face.

"Well, you always fight, almost every day you two. Why the hell.." Mr. Firman seemed frustrated facing the student in front of him.

The two never seem to give up on each other. Even the parents of the two had already been summoned before the headmaster but still there had been no change.

"Daffa. next time you borrow a pe-er, say it carefully. If your friend won't let you ndak bole maksa." Mr. Firman advised Daffa gently.

"And you Aqeela. Daffa hit you how many times?" Ask Mr. Word.

"Once sir." Answer Aqeela

"Keep kam bales how many times?" Ask Mr. Word again.

"Oh Allah, three times but the swelling is like this. Nee, what's his power son like?" Mr. Word thought.

"Qee.. next time you want to reply to report first with Mr.. later you help. Like this, you can help what later. Your parents will be angry." Said Mr. Firman who seemed to understand the condition of the two students.

Both have parents who are very disciplined and do not hesitate to do violence to their children. They are both only children. But it has no effect at all.

"Not hurt?" Ask the Word again

"It hurts, sir." Compact answer both.

"If you know it hurts, you still like to fight." Continue Mr. Firman.

"Here you are, you should start making friends now. Mutual forgiving." Mr. Firman's Proposal.

Making Daffa and Aqeela stare at each other in disbelief.

"Ogah.be friends with a songong guy like him." Aqeela murmured in the heart

"Who would like to meet a bar girl like gini. There's no beauty." Grouse Daffa in the heart.

But for the common good and to be able to run their business more quickly agree by nodding.

Seeing the agreement of the two Mr. Firman smiled.

"It's now salaman dong. Mutual forgiving." Said Mr. Firman.

Aqeela and Daffa followed suit. Shake hands.

"I'm sorry" said the two together.

The journey to class.

"Qee.. Don't expect me to forgive you." Daffa said harshly

"Cih, greet also who wants to meet a songong guy like you." Reply Aqeela did not lose Rough.

The hostility is still not finished. But after the events in that office. They prefer to fight with beautiful fashion in both styles. Continue outside school hours.

Kind of not a fifth grade SD kid, fighting. 🤪🙈🙈🙈.

Until that day... Home school.

Aqeela who used to leave and go home on foot. Seeing there was a crowd of boys in the same uniform as him.

Ajeela approached the crowd. Getting closer, Aqeela heard a groaning cry.

Aqeela looked in disbelief, Daffa was ganged up.

"Daffa..." Auto Aqeela shouted, breaking through the crowd of children her age.

"You guys, how dare you play the crackle." Aqeela Jerky.

Bugs

Bugs

Bugs

Prak

Aqeela, who was already holding a green belt, swiftly drove away the Daffa loudspeaker with a bug.

"Daffa... Daf..." Aqeela called out the name of Daffa who was still weakly rubbed on the side of the road.

Daffa opened his eyes a little. He smiles.

"Ayoo. Can you stand up?" Take Aqeela who only answered with a headband.

Aqeela was a little confused, what should she do.

Lucky a rickshaw passed through the quiet life. Aqeela called the rickshaw.

"Becaaaaforu...." Aqeela shouted loudly but sounded trembling.

"Yes, son..." Said the rickshaw as soon as it was in front of Aqeela.

"Help me drive my friend home." Pinta Aqeela

The rickshaw brother helped Aqeela carry the small Daffa body sitting on a rickshaw. Aqeela sat beside him, continuing to invite Daffa to speak.

Aqeela was still worried about Daffa's condition.

Arriving at Daffa's house, they were greeted by Daffa's mother who was shocked by the condition of her son.

And without asking Aqeela, Mama Daffa immediately snapped and blamed Aqeela.

Even a little Ajeela could only cry. No thanks or anything from my mom. Ajeela is so sick.

Akeelapun home brought sorrow. And either what else he will receive later at home or tomorrow at school.

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