The Arabic Teacher

Memories Box

Sometimes it is difficult to get something that we pursue, and not infrequently also get something you want without asking for it. As with something that Vita is experiencing, whether it is love or just appreciating, but ustadz Dafi began to melt his heart.

After putting her groceries in the soup kitchen, Vita went to her room to pick up a book and mukena. The plan, after depositing memorization, he immediately went to the mosque for dzuhur prayer.

Vita did not realize that since then there was someone who was watching him from a distance. His gaze was so intense, not separated from every movement of Vita.

What is your relationship? He murmured in his heart.

Ustadz Ilham rushed to the mosque remembering that he was soon entering the dzuhur time. Yes, he is ustadz Ilham, a figure who is watching Vita from a distance including his collaboration with ustadz Dafi.

"Assalammual."

"Guildingsalam, ustadz."

"Can we talk a little?" He asked, Vita looked right and left watching the atmosphere around.

"Calm down, the atmosphere is still crowded" said Ustadz Ilham afterwards.

"Ustadz what are you saying?" Ask Vita without further ado.

"Afwan, it is not my intention to spy on you, but I noticed that you are very close to ustadz Dafi, do you know each other or even have a special relationship?"

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Vita was silent, there was no way he could tell all the details on ustadz Ilham. After all, it was just a coincidence that ustadz Dafi was in the same boarding school. Even their closeness does not change just a friend who wants to respect each other.

"We just found out, ustadz." Answer Vita cover.

"Are you sure?" Vita nodded convincing ustadz Ilham so that he would no longer ask about ustadz Dafi.

Ustadz Ilham nodded, although he was not quite sure of the answer, but choosing silence was one way to appreciate.

Vita breathed a sigh of relief in the end ustadz Ilham left without much question.

*****

He passed away after giving a box wrapped in neat wrapping paper.

Manda who received the mandate immediately rushed to go looking for the whereabouts of ustadz Dafi. On the way, Manda meets Vita.

"What the hell is that?"

"Here, there's a deposit for ustadz Dafi."

"Ustadz Dafi? Where look!"

"I can't know, it's not good to open up that isn't ours."

"Don't open my eyes." Vita tugged at the box in Manda's hand, accidentally dropped the box and the contents scattered.

Vita's gaze was so focused on the paper coming out of the box. He took the paper and read it.

Suddenly, her tears flowed without excuse.

Manda was confused to see her roommate crying after reading the paper for which she knew what it was.

But one thing is certain, which Manda always suspected from the beginning, the closeness between Vita and ustadz Dafi is clearly different. Not an audience like someone new to know, but more than that.

"You should be clear with me, Vit!" Manda said as she gathered the contents of the box. Without answering Manda, Vita retrieves the box from Manda's hand and rushes away.

Without the need to search for ustadz Dafi, suddenly the figure he was looking for appeared by itself walking down the corridor.

Vita immediately blocked his steps, giving the box to ustadz Dafi.

"Thank you, ustadz! Thank you for everything, now there is no need for ustadz to be sweet with me, because it will only make me more hurt. It's from your childhood love and promise, excuse me, assalammualaikum."

⁇ ️TBC️