
“Class get here first. Anyone want to ask?” hanif asked while looking at all the students. “Alright, if no one asks, I assume you understand.”
“Sorry, Sir. There's something I want to show you to Mr.” Nayla said as she walked forward to Hanif who was still standing there.
All the students saw what the girl was going to do, including Kinan. Nayla walked over with a smile. He felt very confident and confident in what he was doing.
“Show what?”
“Something that definitely makes you feel lied to.” Nayla hands her phone to Hanif.
The man accepted and saw what Nayla meant. He frowned, as an image of Kinan waving at a man in a car. Of course Hanif knew very well who it was. To his surprise, what happened to them?
“Actually what do you mean by showing this photo?” ask Hanif to Nayla.
Kinan who was still in his seat became curious as to what was really going on. What Nayla is showing Hanif. The look on her former best friend's face seemed like something extraordinary, but why did Hanif feel so ordinary. Actually what is being shown.
“Bapak is still unconscious too? That Kinan was together with a man and the man called Kinan ‘Sayang’. Should you be upset, dong!”
Kinan widened his eyes in surprise. He did not feel like calling a man like that, let alone being unknown. Who exactly does Nayla mean?
Hanif nodded his head a sign had started to understand. He just found out if the students here don't know Kinan's parents. The man was getting more and more amazed at his future fiancee because the girl did not want to be arrogant.
“What everything here knows also about this photo?” asked Hanif while showing the picture on Nayla's phone to the front.
“Know, Sir,” answer them in unison.
“Kinan, do you know this picture?” ask Hanif.
Kinan whose seat was a bit far away shook his head while saying no because his picture was not clear from there. He was wondering what the picture was. Hanif asked the girl to come forward. The extremely curious Kinan immediately advanced without hesitation.
This was the first time since everyone knew of Hanif and Kinan's relationship, they stood in front of the students. There is a feeling of nervousness, but as much as possible both are trying to neutralize it.
“Who should explain about this photo? You or me?” hanif asked while showing Kinan the photo.
The girl was a little surprised when she saw the photo of herself with her father earlier. He wondered, what should be explained? Did one of the fathers take his daughter to college?
“What should I explain, sir? What is strange in this photo?” ask Kinan with a confused face.
Hanif was anxious to laugh, but he tried to hold her back. His fiancee was innocent, there was even someone who wanted to sculpt him even the girl was unconscious. This was also what made Hanif even more unwilling to let go.
“They thought you had a relationship with the man in this photo.”
“We ‘kan do have a relationship.”
“Nayla, Sir, nothing else.”
“Only Nayla! So, if your parents call you by name and another student's parent calls his daughter dear, don't blame them. You understand what I mean, without me having to explain?”
Everyone fell silent thinking about the meaning of Hanif's words. Some of those who had understood also started to be dumbfounded. Is it true that the man wearing the luxury car was the father of Kinan, but weren't Kinan's parents just ordinary people.
The car that the man was wearing this morning looked so luxurious. The price is certainly fantastic. Is it possible that it was Kinan's parents? The man's face also still looked young for the size of his parents.
“What do you mean by Father? Don't tell me that man is Kinan's father. That's impossible because Kinan's parents are just ordinary people, it's impossible to use such a luxury car" Nayla said.
He did not believe what Hanif said because it made no sense to him. It was very different from what the girl had known about Kinan.
“You think I'm kidding! I even know the Kinan family very well because they will also be my parents. You used to be at High School one school ‘kan with Kinan, you should have seen the face of his father Kinan. Don't you recognize him?” hanif asked quickly Nayla looked back at the photo on her phone.
The girl tried to remember her first meeting at High School with Kinan's parents. It looks similar, just the way she dresses is different. It might be true what Hanif had said, but it felt really hard to believe.
“How? Do you remember it?” hanif asked with attention to Kinan's facial expression. “Other times look carefully before slandering others and all of you, any information should not be swallowed raw. Think carefully if it's your business. Do not let your mouth also spread slander, which can harm the people you slander and yourself.”
All silence with their heads down, between shame and fear. How not, they had thought nothing of Kinan. It turns out that everyone just misunderstood. The truth about Kinan is even more astonishing.
“Nayla, is there nothing you want to say to Kinan? You've said nothing about him, you should apologize to him.”
“Why should I apologize? I don't feel guilty. How do I know if it's Kinan's dad. All this time no one knows how his family.”
“Obviously here you're guilty, but you don't want to admit it at all" Hanif growled. He didn't think, how could there be someone like Nayla. Clearly guilty, but still evasive.
“Bapak did it because of Kinan's fiancee, right? If anyone else, would you defend him?"
“No matter who the person is. If guilty, he should apologize.”
“Sorry, Sir. I don't care if Nayla doesn't want to apologize. Besides free also ask him to apologize if not sincere,” sela Kinan.
The girl did not want this matter to get any longer. He knows very well how Nayla would definitely not want to apologize. There will always be a variety of reasons he made to avoid. It is not once or twice that something like this happens.
Hanif who understood Kinan's intentions no longer forced Nayla to apologize. As long as everyone knew that if Kinan was not what they were accusing him of, that would be enough for him.
"Yes, you go back to your seats" Hanif said. Kinan and Nayla sat down immediately.
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