The Love that Chose

The Love that Chose
41. Gathering



The morning turned bright and the air was so cool that it made us fresh and excited, and the beautiful sunshine made the scenery beautiful and amazed by the creation of God.


“Bu, Azza departs yes?” said Azzahra saying goodbye while running a little.


“Breakfast first nak?” reply Azzahra's mother stopped the Azzahra road.


“Neventful Mom, later breakfast on campus, Azza woke up late mom, today Azza there is morning class, Azza Pamit, Azza Pamit, Assalamualaikum” said Azzahra who approached his mother and immediately kissed the back of his mother's hand then rushed to take his matic motorbike.


#Azzahra House.


Before long Father and Sister Azzahra came down and immediately sat down at the table to eat for breakfast.


“Bu, brother where is the tumben not yet visible?” ask Dad wonder usually in the morning Azzahra always help his mother prepare breakfast.


“Udah departs well !” his mother smiled.


“Udah leave mom, It's still Morning, tumben brother already maen go aja?” asked Azzahra's sister curiously.


“He said there was a morning lecture, and he had bad luck so not perfect for breakfast together” reply Mother explained Azzahra's departure.


And only be taken by their fan straight breakfast. Then continue their activities.


#On Campus


Minutes later Azzahra arrived at the campus area and he immediately rushed to class fearing he was late and could be punished.


“Azzahra?” call someone from behind and stop my steps.


I turned my body and saw who was calling me.


“Assalamualaikum?” ask that one again.


“Wallaikumsallam” Reply with doubt and a little smile.


“How are you?” Ask that guy again.


“Allhamdulillah my sister well, how about sister?” azzahra asked the man and the man was a Dzikra. Who arrived in Indonesia a few days ago since his departure to Overseas because of his family affairs.


“Ya can you see me well, how is your lecture smooth?” ask Dzikra again.


“Alhamdulillah kak” reply Azzahra flat watch on the wrist showing 5 minutes more class starts and does not stop Dzikra.


“Zza ki..” says Dzikra cut .


“Sorry brother, I have to go because I have morning class, again sorry, Assalamualaikum” said Azzahra politely and immediately stepped away from where he had been.


“Wallaikumsallam” replied Dzikra smiled because he met the woman he had missed so far.


“I'll see you again Zza, after your lecture is over!” grumbled Dzikra and a happy smile.


At 11.30 WIB shows hours of rest and prayer.


Azzahra immediately cleaned up his goods and was about to go and soon meet with his friend who had not met since morning and looked at the trunk of his nose.


Notif there are incoming messages on Azzahra's phone


Tiinngg.(think the notifications so).


And immediately he opened and smiled looking at the message.


The message was from his friend who asked to gather and meet at the canton. We rushed straight to the canteen.


#Cantin


By the time Azzahra got to the kantin, there was already Nissa who was sitting and busy with her phone.


“Wallaikumsallam, you startled me” Reply with a smile and a little upset because I made him shocked.


“For a long time, Where's Ina?” azzahra asked Nissa.


“Not yet, Maybe still in class, ntar also here we just wait?” said Nissa softly and replied a smile by Azzahra and then sat down.


“O..iya Niss do you know anything about sister Dzikra?” asked Azzahra who was immediately stared at by his friend suspiciously.


“Why indeed?” ask Nissa back.


“They are back to asking!” azzahra was upset.


“Sorry dech, it's weird that you suddenly ask about senior brother, I'm going to be kepo?” nissa said a smile to make her best friend unsuspecting.


“So he met me!” azzahra is spontaneous.


“What, isn't he overseas, so really the news I heard a few days ago?” nissa said curiously.


“What news?” ask Azzahra back.


“A few days ago a classmate of mine said that Dzkira had returned to Indonesia, but I didn't really believe the news because I thought it was just bird news, I want a story but I forget it and it turns out it's true, sorry Zza?” nissa said with regret.


“Have not been minded, because of college assignments until you forget not to tell us?” Azzahra said softly.


“Iya Zza, This week really a lot of my college assignments, sorry ya?” nissa said again.


“It's not papa, it doesn't matter, does it?” Azzahra.


“Why did he meet you, did he say anything?” ask Nissa again.


“Who met you Zza?” inayah asked from behind Nissa who had just arrived at the cafeteria.


“If it comes that greeting, play sahut-sahut aja?” nissa ketus.


“Iya sorry, Assalamualaikum?” inayah.


“Walaikumsalam” says they both.


“Who met you Zza?” ask Inayah who is still curious.


“Dzikra” replied Nissa spontaneously.


“What, isn't he overseas?” ask Inayah again curious.


“It was back a few days ago!” nissa said again.


“Where did you know?” ask Inayah with an interrogation tone.


“I found out from my classmates a few days ago and I forgot to tell you guys, and I thought it was just a bird newsit was true” said Nissa gloomily.


“Why can you forget this important news Niss?” inayah asked slightly raising her voice.


“In one Week a lot of events happened, plus my college assignments were very much and had to be collected this Sunday as well, and also I forgot because of a lot of things I thought about, he said, so do I have to think about that unimportant thing?” nissa said a little angry at Inayah for scolding her.


“Iya I know, but at least you can tell us!” say Inayah again.


“Have Na, maybe Nissa forgot and also you can see her in one week is very busy with her duties, even lunch with us just a moment?” Azzahra mediated them.


“Maaf” said Nissa and Inayah at the same time and they immediately looked at each other and threw smiles at each other


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