That's so dirty of me

Re-meeting

Zahra P's. O. V

Today is a little different from the other days. There is no such thing as school and reading the Qur'an. What I heard from Marwah and Dira today is a special day that was inserted boarding school for mass cleaning. This only happens once in a month, therefore the clean-up event is done as much as possible. That's what I see and feel.

I feel comfortable.

About a month or so I've been in this place, I can hang out with them a little bit. Nothing special, just a context friends know me. Pleasant term.

They were acting reasonably, chatting and joking with me. Sometimes the only thing they talk about is me. Weird right? Gossiping the main character in front of himself. Yes, they talked about me in front of my eyes.

Oh, maybe this is what distinguishes city gossipers from here. And well I'm telling you, they're talking about very ambiguous things. I reckon.

Whys?

This, every time they meet me, they say that,

"Zahra you're a pisan gelis tea, I'm so envious tea. "

"Zahra in the city must have been to the salon well, really smooth Zahra skin pisan."

"Zahra in the city is often pinned down?"

"Zahra's treatment must be expensive?"

And blah blah blah.

The treatments?

Hell, what treatments, anyways, only handbody packs are rare. If the skin is given powder or what, it's just me doing when shooting products endors. Well, you know for yourself that I don't always ask for pocket money to umi and abi. So that I decided to be independent and how lucky I was, I got an offer to promote endorsement products. I'm not greedy, because I don't really need money in particular. Just everyday. And yes, I did not do the job seriously or thoroughly. That's what I do when I'm really bored, so my time is a little useful.

Many times, the bosses of endorsements and modeling parties ask me to be their permanent person for various reasons. But I firmly refuse, besides not being too interested I am also not too ambitious to make money.

A salon?

Although in general I am independent and can make money, but the name goes to the salon mah ogah. Whynot?

Polishing-polishing face?

Skin rubbing gasket herbal ingredients?

Et dah, so doang I can also times. Don't be kesalon either. Want to polish the face polish, better pack baby powder is safer. Scrub the skin until kinclong I can also time, stay blender turmeric or young leaves continue to be melted in the body, rubbed, rubbed, kneaded and gently kneaded and kneaded with a drooping and lastly rinsed or bathed. Yes, it's kinclong. The Theory of Zahra. Ignore.

Dipped?

If this is back. I'm not her pinned, guarded and served. But I was not seen, ignored and discarded. The last one is most. I really didn't need it, but yeah. The past too, don't remember.

"Sir Zahra, ma'am? " Call Marwah with a high voice, not to yell.

"Ah-yah? " My voice is shaking.

Dira looked at me worried, I think.

"Sir Zahra from earlier daydreamed continuously, is there a problem? " Tanya Marwah sounded worried towards me.

I shook my head slowly and rubbed my face with gentle movements - not rough - this face well not the butt of the pan. Ignore.

"I'm okay, as you can see. " Reply I tried to relieve her worry.

Dira nodded in agreement and threw his gaze in any direction, impressed to think in my opinion.

"It is better that we get ready to go to the mosque rather than sitting indistinctly like this continue. " Instruction Dira took a decision after we were silent for quite a while. Marwah nodded enthusiastically and hurriedly picked up something from under her bed.

"Why mosque?. It's just coming in at 10?" Ask me confused.

Dira shifted her seat closer to me.

"Indeed, it's only 10 o'clock. Precisely because this is just entering the 10th hour of our time to clean more mosques. So can't be too drunk." Answer her casually.

I nodded in understanding.

"Did the male santri come too? " Task me curious.

Oh, don't think I'm that girl.

No.

No way!

I do not intend at all to wash my eyes by getting bonus activities simultaneously with them. Well, even though here the boy is quite handsome-looking but only quite decent you know.. Underline

L. U. M. A. Y. A. N

Nothing can beat the good looks of Alif, in guaranteed there is no.

Hm.. The good looks of Razi too, still no one can.

"Yes, but they're part of the area that uses all the energy. Naturally, they are men. " Answer Dira.

I nodded, got it.

So it's our job as women to clean up areas that don't use too much energy, or in other words we just do light work.

Oh, okay.

It's like it's not hard.

"Gus Fansyah was also present. Must be in the mosque directly flooded with women. " Say Marwah chuckled who suddenly appeared with some sheets of cloth.

I smiled, spontaneously.

Ah, how innocent this girl is.

But unlike Marwah, Dira actually displays her worried expression to me. His usual eyes were wide open and cheerful impressed turned into a glare, he looked at me softly.

I know what that look means, Abi used to throw me that look every time I acted.

It's a look of mercy. And I hate that look so much.

I stared at Dira for a long time, and she smiled. Miris.

"Come, the sooner the better. " Take him while getting up from his seat and walk out first.

"Maybe, it's just my feeling." My mumbling cheers.

I walked behind him with Marwah. Oh, the other girls are also hanging out with us.

Along the way to the mosque, Dira looks more down. Right no, this is not just my feeling if Dira is acting strange today. Well, even though his yesterday-yesterly attitude is also strange. But this really provoked my curiosity.

"Put, your propsal has been accepted yet gus Fansyah? "

I heard a conversation from behind me.

"Yes, Fit. My proposal has been accepted with Fansyah."

The proposal?

Hem, maybe it's about their work at school. Do not forget, even here in fact is a special place to educate morality and religion, but here there is also a school. Well, although I admit the lesson is a bit strange how it is. But it's still a lesson.

"Seriously?. Your proposal accepted? " Say another voice that is interested in the conversation.

I choose not to be too interested in their conversation, but our distance is very close like this makes me want to not have to hear an unimportant conversation like this. Is the task of the proposal so important that even in a routine like this is still worried?.

Author P's. O. V

"Yes, I saw myself kok ustad Ahmad and ustadzah Nurrul directly gave my proposal to gus Fansyah. " Answer the girl plain.

The two girls who had been serving the conversation immediately put on their flat faces, it turned out that what they thought was not the same. And they even smiled with relief. They still have hope.

"As far as you are. " Dissociate the other girl who doesn't care.

"Mister Zahra isn't interested in making proposals?" Marwah asked who was beside Zahra.

Zahra scrunched her forehead. Showing her puzzled expression that looks adorable.

"Proposals?"

"Yes, the proposal."

"Make what?"

"Well, make a fan."

Zahra was confused.

"Yes, but what's Marwah doing?" Ask Zahra.

"Create gus Fansyah, ma'am. Yes to whom else. " Answer answered Marwah still with her answer.

"I did what Marwah did, not for whom." Zahra clearly goiter.

"Yes, that's for Fansyah's gus. I don't understand it anyway. " Marwah complains of frustration.

Zahra grew hyacinth to hear Marwah's answer swirling on one answer.

"Okay, make Fansyah gus. " End Zahra finally gave up.

Sontak Marwah instantly displayed her triumphant smile.

"But gus Fansyah never got into our class, how could he tell me to make a proposal?." Ask me not to accept.

"Oh, how the hell is this! Why does Gus Fansyah have to get into our class? " Tanya Marwah doesn't understand.

Not only Marwah, Zahra was increasingly confused by the direction of their conversation. There are no ends.

"Well, make him give us the task of making a proposal. Dougem time." Zahra replied annoyed.

"Sir, don't have to be told. The proposal is individual and confidential. Aib. " Answer answered Marwah whispering.

Zahra kicep, this is just an ordinary task. Even often he did when in smp first. What is disgrace?

"Aib?. How can, this is just an ordinary task, I also often make it in the first smp. "

Marwah.

"Goddesshemale.. So, you've been making proposals a lot?" Ask Marwah plain.

Zahra just nodded as he was.

"Since smp? " Tanya Marwah doesn't believe me.

"Mbak Zahra is strong too, well. Marwah salut be the same as mbak."

"Lho, make a proposal what's difficult. It doesn't take much energy either. "

"Yes, that's energy. But what about my heart?. Time doesn't hurt? " Tanya Marwah sounds ambiguous.

Zahra kept silent, watching the strange words that were thrown from Marwah's innocent mouth.

"It doesn't hurt, it's common. " Reply Zahra was calm.

"I'm human, just like you. It must be made of the same material. "

"But very strong, it has been rejected by many brothers but still continue to fight. "

" Brotherhood? "

"Yes, men. "

"Kok. can? "

"Yes can be mbak, the proof has often made a proposal. "

"Lha, yes. I often make proposals but what does it have to do with men?. It was rejected again. "

"Yes there is, ma'am. Ma'am has often made proposals, it's a sign that mbak often rejected. "

"Lha, yes. What does Marwah have to do. " Tanya Zahra goiter.

"Bak make that proposal for the future, mbak. So if the proposal mbak often make means mbak often rejected. " Say Marwah explained.

Zahra closed his eyes, he massaged his temples that were not dizzy. Oh, naw. But Zahra's head is really goiter, not the neck anymore.

Don't ask, serve Marwah speak, note speak. Like fighting someone to fight. It's even more than that. In addition to his thoughts being drained away, he also had to desperately hold back the resentment in his heart.

"Marwah, please rectify your words about me that are constantly being rejected."

"Lho, how can you? " Tanya Marwah plain.

"Yes can be Marwah, although I often make proposals but everything is not rejected really. More accepted than rejected. " Obviously Zahra.

"Assstagapplause.. Has Zahra been married all this time? " Shouts Marwah spontaneously. Not only was Zahra gawking, but all of her entourage fell silent.

Zahra did not know what to talk about, indeed from the beginning of their conversation sounded ambiguous and strange. Not just strange, but unclear.

"Why is Zahra here? How's mbak's husband? " Cercos Marwah is curious.

"Ah, shit!. " Umpat Zahra with stifled emotions.

"Who said I'm married? " Tanya Zahra did not accept.

"That's what I said. " Answer Marwah lightly.

Both of them really became a free spectacle today.

"Oh, ****! I want to say rude. " Maki Zahra is upset.

"From now you've been talking rudely, Ra. Get used to throwing away your habits." Zahra. Dira's call made her remember something.

No, even more angry. On his face was clearly anger and hurt. Even his gaze was brightly lightened into silence.

"Never call me by that name, call me as usual. " Big Zahra cold.

Dira was surprised, but he could immediately control himself to behave as before. Dira knew very well what Zahra was thinking right now. The call was heard by Zahra from people who called themselves friends and family.

Even this call is only Zahra gave to the one person she cares about, but for Zahra the person has forgotten the call.

"He forgot or intentionally forgot. 10 Years is not a little time. It must be easy for him to forget. " Inner Zahra is wounded.

"sorry. " Pinta Dira apologizes.

Zahra just nodded her head.

"So, what's your problem? " Task Dira after telling the others to continue their journey.

"Zahra is married, Dir. " Marwah's voice is fast.

"I never married Marwah, I was a kid too. " Bela Zahra does not accept.

"But mbak has often made proposals and his proposal has been accepted. " Marwah is clearly kekeh.

"So my proposal was accepted, what's the problem? There's nothing, is there?. What does this have to do with my proposal being accepted into marriage? " Zahra's upset.

"Ad-ad"

"You're misunderstanding." Cut Dira fast.

"Lho ko -"

"I was horrified by Marwah. " Instruction Dira.

"The proposal you're referring to is different. "

"For Zahra the proposal he often makes is a school proposal, not a profile proposal. "

"Huh? " Bewildered Zahra.

"That Marwah means that, he thinks you made a proposal to present yourself to a man. In other words, to invite marriage. " Dira clearly answered Zahra's confusion.

"Anjir, so from earlier the chatter of me and Marwah who muttered was not clear from this moment talking about this?" Ask Zahra plain.

Marwah with her face and innocent expression nodded enthusiastically. Zahra saw him annoyed, because what made this useless conversation was Marwah. But Marwah did not feel any guilt towards Zahra.

"Marwah, your innocence has gone through an acute phase. Even now it's the goiter phase." Disconnect Zahra while walking away from Dira and Marwah who are still trying to digest Zahra's words.

Meanwhile, Zahra had already gone towards the mosque with misuh-misuh. Still shrouded in annoyance.

***

"Alhamdulillah.. Everything can finally be finished quickly. " Thankful Marwah.

"Hem. " Remurm Zahra relieved.

"Mbak Zahra is angry with Marwah? " Tanya Marwah plain.

Zahra spread her shoulders indifferently, preferring to be busy with her world.

"Mbak Zahra is really angry with Marwah. " I accuse Marwah of feeling guilty for realizing Zahra's unusual attitude.

Zahra still did not criticize Marwah and remained strong on his actions. He was silent Marwah long enough until a while later a small sobbing sounded from beside him. Predictably, Marwah cried. Oh, naw. Even Marwah was really crying.

"Hey, are you okay? " Task Zahra gently while changing her sitting position sideways, facing Marwah.

"Marwah was afraid that Zahra might go and leave Marwah. " Answer Marwah plain.

Zahra was stunned, a second later she smiled gently.

"Why do you think of such a thing? " Tanya Zahra was still in her gentle mood.

Marwah rubbed the remaining tears and turned to look at Zahra's face.

"Because Zahra was angry and it was caused by Marwah. " Clearly Marwah is sad.

Zahra smiled gently, she was filled. Just this time he felt this warm feeling. He feels needed. A feeling he never felt before, except a sense of being neglected.

"I'm not mad at Marwah, let alone at you. Okay, I'm just tired. A day of work like this is not unusual for me, so my body feels sore." Clearly Zahra explained the problem, well although at first Zahra's intention to prank Marwah because his sense of regret was still not lost. But seeing Marwah's innocence like this managed to make Zahra's heart melt and yes, his plan was forgotten.

"Sir Zahra is really tired?" Zahra's question clarified her hearing.

"Hem." Short response while kneading slowly his own arm.

"Later night Marwah pijitin well, like the body mbak not used to work like this. "

Zahra nodded enthusiastically at Zahra's offer, who would not try to be given free massage services. Especially at this time his body really needs it.

"Can you help me?" Tanya Dira who suddenly appeared and was already standing behind Zahra and Marwah.

"What's the help, Dir?" Answer Marwah.

"Please hang this fragrance dong to all corners of the mosque, I want to take care of the others above." Dira Clearly.

Not his immediate approval, Marwah actually threw his gaze towards Zahra. Requesting approval. Remembering some time ago Zahra had complained about the condition of his body that feels sore.

Looking at Marwah's gaze, Zahra only nodded weakly. How else, he did not want to let Marwah do it alone. Moreover, the size of this mosque is unmitigated, very overwhelmed if taking care of it alone.

"Are you sure Zahra is still strong? " Tanya Marwah was worried.

Zahra smiled thinly and nodded steadily.

"What's wrong with you, Ra?. Sick?, if it hurts mendi-"

"This is the last time you'll call me that." Cut Zahra cold.

"Next time I'll make sure that I really don't know you. " Continue Zahra Sharp.

Dira was silent, he clearly knew what Zahra meant. A misunderstanding between that man and Zahra.

"Come on Marwah, the sooner the better. Isn't it time to rest more?" Invite Zahra while taking over the fragrance from Dira's hand and leave Dira.

Dira stared at Zahra's back which had disappeared from behind the mosque's door. He breathed heavily.

"You're wrong, Ra. Brother Razi never forgets this regrettable call to you, do not forget to think to forget it. It's still the same, your handsome prince. " Silent Dira Monologue.

Dira still remembers how much Razi loved Zahra, his little daughter. Razi never even told them a day about Zahra. Even 10 years ago, right when Razi almost a year stepped on his feet in this boarding school. Razi went home to his parents to take care of some important documents and also to convey his passion to the little princess. When he got home, he was so surprised to find Zahra crying in his room. Seeing that made Razi panic and walk closer to Zahra, he hugged her dear.

But not the reply of a warm embrace as usual that Razi received, but a rejection and a cold gaze. And since then everything has changed, her little daughter is no longer what she was. It's frozen.

"Hurry back, he misses his little daughter. " Please Dira.

***

Zahra and Marwah almost complete their task, they both do it quickly and painstakingly - just hang the Author's fragrance as well. Ignore.

"Living on top of mbak. " Say Marwah as soon as they finish their task below.

Zahra nodded in understanding and immediately walked to the second floor with Marwah.

But only a few times they climbed the stairs, Zahra's steps immediately stopped.

Zahra's chest felt tight, there was a shame that he had been enduring for a long time moved to bully his heart. His heart was beating faster and uncontrollably. Instantly the events at school swirled in his memory like a cassette tape that aired a film.

Zahra's mouth shut, she was shocked.

The figure that kept following her for almost a month kept ringing in her memories. Answering all Zahra's curiosity and uneasiness and being stranded at one conclusion.

"Aliff? " Call Zahra almost inaudible.

Meanwhile, the figure called Alif also experienced the same thing, he did not expect that their meeting would happen this fast.

"Zahra's? " Call Alif slowly as he descends the stairs intending to approach Zahra, until one voice stops Alif.

"Gus Fansyah what's the tea here?" Ask Marwah.

Zahra was stunned, she smiled wryly.

"So he's Alif."

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