That man is my husband

Misunderstand

Right now I was sitting on the bench of the parking lot, I was constantly looking at the watch that was attached to my right hand. I've been waiting for an invitation for an hour, but the person who wants to pick me up hasn't been seen.

It's common, Aa really likes to be late. So remember the first Junior High, at that time I could not use a motorbike and every day I was picked up by Aa Rey. Y'all know? every day I have to wait for Aa for an hour, pissed off, no?

Therefore, I was determined to learn to ride a motorcycle. Initially banned by Abi and Uma, he said he was still a minor, a danger. But, I was determined, unbeknownst to Abi and Uma I learned to ride a motorcycle with Bi Narti, the housekeeper at Abi's house, who happened to be able to ride a motorcycle.

Until finally I can, even though reckless and disobeying the orders of Abi and Uma. I want to do it again, than I have to wait for hours of invitation, or I have to ride a car and my phobia relapses, obviously, no, big no.

But, still I dare to bring my own motorbike, when I entered High School.

I looked around the campus, it seemed like one by one it was starting to leave the campus. I could only support my chin, making the helmet his backrest.

"Aa," I shouted but slightly held his voice so as not to sound too much to others.

Want to call Aa, my phone is low bet. Borrow? who to borrow, no one, I just keep grumbling. Until suddenly, someone's voice made me shocked, even I was aghast and almost fell.

"Yes Allah biha" I cried for a moment when someone suddenly asked me about my feet.

"How's your leg now? sorry." he said again, standing behind me.

Then I turned my body, looking at the owner of the voice. Tall man, jacketed levis skin and black glasses eyes. That's a lecturer. I don't understand the lecturer's question at all.

"What father mean? my feet?", I looked at my feet and there was nothing strange, "my feet are okay, and I said sorry, sorry for what?"

The lecturer then sat down, one bench with me reflex I distanced my sitting position. The lecturer looked at me and I accidentally saw the charming smile of the lecturer, which made me continue to say Istighfar "Astagfirullah, astagfirullah." my mind while stroking the chest.

The teacher sounded like he was breathing heavily. "The one that hit your bike was me, until your leg was bruised, sorry." he said.

I digest well what the lecturer said, crashing, bruising? I keep repeating those words. Honestly, being close to a man who is not a muhrim makes my brain slow to work. Then I remembered, if a week ago I had a disaster, which resulted in bruised feet and in the law for a week can not carry a motorbike.

"So the man who hit me is a father? people who ride a black sport bike, wear a black helmet too." I asked to make sure.

"Yes, it's me. Sorry for leaving you alone too" he said.

"It doesn't matter sir, I told you to leave anyway." I paused my words, then asked back when I remembered something, "What's the news? healthy yet?"

"Alhamdulillah, Papa is well."

In a moment of silence, no one said a word.

"I. you." said me and the lecturer together.

such a situation even made me misbehave.

"Eh, please, sir first."

"Son, you go first."

"Mr."

" You,"

The atmosphere of silence returned, after the drama threw each other who spoke first. Fix, because Mr. Lecturer told me first, yo wes.

"Sir.. you,"

Again talking together, strange, earlier the lecturer told me first, uh even the lecturer went along.

"No, you're the one who speaks first, seriously."

"Just you,"

"Sir... "

"Hmm, okay, sir. I just want to say sorry again, I still feel guilty about you. When I leave you, I promise myself that when I see you again, I will make amends. And I'm grateful and I can't believe you went to college here."

"I told you, it's not your fault. I was wrong here, too, because I had stopped in just about any place. So then...

Someone's voice sounded suddenly, so I didn't continue my words either.

"What are you doing." The firm voice sounded creepy,

"It's coming" I said and got up from a sitting position.

Aa kept walking towards me and also the lecturer. I was really surprised not to play when I heard Aa's voice and strangely I did not hear the sound of Aa's motor sport at all.

"What are you guys doing, huh? sit together."

"Aaah, Adek did not do anything, let's go home" I said while pulling aa hand, but the one pulled did not move at all.

"You don't mess with my sister!" aa threaten

I feel embarrassed, Aa angry at the wrong people, my same people just talk lecturer, talk,

"Slut, hush! You're still innocent, you don't know anything. He's your modusin again,"

"Aaa eh." I pulled Aa's shirt so that Aa would leave, but, ah Aa, be shy to the crown, I said,

"Sorry, it seems you have misunderstood, bi. "the words of the lecturer Aa tangkis.

"Do not wear sorry-sorry everything. You're modusin my sister? you will continue to do anything with me, is that it? my name!"

Hmmp, I can only sigh, patting the eel myself. Aa if protective do not see the situation and conditions.

"Aa let's go home, besides how the lecturer wants to say, the person he did not say anything adek."

"A moment... a minute, what did you say?"

"Which one?"

"What do you have to say?"

"Hey, let's go home."

"After that,"

"Pak docent.. "

"Stop" Aa stopped my words.

Aa then looked at the lecturer, from the look on Aa's face I felt Aa was aware of her misunderstanding.

And so it's not wrong, Aa said.

"You're the Ice Lecturer?" ask aa to make sure.

"Yes, I'm the teacher."

"oh, brother, let's go home."

Hah, what the hell try, has Aa misunderstood, recriminate, without apologizing, suddenly invite me home? O Allah biha....

I remember Aa's prestige, so if he had it wrong, like to pretend not wrong, keep going. Not apologizing, but running away.

Very, very embarrassed, I apologized to the lecturer on behalf of Aa. On Aa's baseless accusations. While Aa, he has stood by on his sport bike, haul-level bike.

"Sir, I'm sorry, Aa likes to be rich."

"It's okay. That's natural, the sign that your brother loves you." the lecturer slightly paused his words, "Well, what was it? ask the lecturer

" What's what sir," I said confusedly.

"I'm sorry, right? continue to make amends, I have to how?"

I chuckled at the lecturer's words, I guess what.

"Udah is sorry sir, and there's nothing you need to redeem."

"Strick, hot." Aa started to get upset and scream.

"Bent A." I replied with a slight shout as well.

"I say goodbye sir, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Eh wait!" the lecturer stopped my steps and I turned back to the lecturer.

"What's up, sir?"

"Eh. anu.. anu.." the lecturer was like he was nervous.

I just raised the Head with the intention of asking the recipient for an explanation from the lecturer.

"My name is Za... "

"Have known sir, the name of the father of Muhammad Zain Firmansyah right," I said proudly,

"call Zain, not the lecturer."

"Okay, Mr. Zain, Assalamu'alaikum."

"wa'alaikum salam."

I immediately ran towards Aa, who seemed to have started to frown, her face buckled. Want it to tease Aa, who has misunderstood, also insist on the same lecturer, ups, meaning Mr. Zain.

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