TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Dark Angel's

"Sir, we don't have much time." Aqeela said shortly after she entered the BK room.

"Yes, but we have to keep working." Jamal gave motivation.

"God willing we fight together. I can." Aqeela is suing herself.

Jamal gave me his thumb.

"You got anything?" Ask Jamal

"Nee.." Aqeela handed over her phone.

"They again.." Comment Mr. Jamal so see the video from Aqeela's phone.

"Do you know them?" Ask Aqeela.

"They're twelve-graders. It's no secret that they often bully. Even that's the one in his classmate's bully." Obviously Mr. Jamal.

Aqeela exhaled heavily. It's even very heavy.

"Other than this?" Jamal sir is still curious.

" Nee.." Aqeela showed another video.

Video that makes it crowded.A group of students are sitting in the back garden, they calmly smoke cigarettes congregation. Some use e-cigarettes.

Jamal saw the video with an uneasy feeling.

"Do you know them?"

"That's an eleventh-grade boy." Answer Mr. Jamal.

Aqeela held her breath heavily again.

There was a beautiful memory of hers in that place. Not willing it feels if the location is used as a headquarters to enjoy the nicotine items.

"Where are you ready?" Jamal sir reminded.

"Kok Aqeela?" Aqela frowned.

"Keep who?"

"It's just this kayak, being given to me."

"Who else can we expect besides you, Qee. The children are no longer afraid of all the teachers here." Mr. Jamal's tone sounded clear.

" When I go forward, will they be afraid?"

"Qee, we all know what you're doing. The Dark Angel."

"Sadis his nickname."

"That's the coolest loo for you."

"As for Mr. deeh.."

"yang sono the angel-winged monster here is dark angel. I thought I was a kalee supernatural creature, huh?" Aqeela muttered softly but Pak Jamal could still hear.

"Yes. supernatural. Can come and say as you please." Reply Mr. Jamal.

"Udah ah, I work first. I thought I was here again."

"Wkwkwkkk... " Jamal immediately laughed as loud as he heard Aqeela's words.

"It's delicious, it's terrible."

"Ogaaah.it's the same as a caterpillar eating leaves. Make the leaves die."

"Daa.. Grandpa Jamal.." Goda Aqeela's.

"Aqeela is really you.."

"Grandle.." Aqeela immediately left Pak jamal's room with a big smile.

There's happiness to see that BK teacher sewot.

Ajeela walked slowly towards the back garden. The most historic location for him during his time as a student.

Women just join the gang. And just sit on the empty bench between them.

The horde that Aqeela guessed se~gang friend, immediately hid even someone who threw away the makruh item just like that.

"Why banished?" Aqeela asked as she looked at them.

In his heart he counted seven children, three women and four men.

"What is it, dear? Buy it with money. It's not cheap loo." Aqeela picked up the cardboard wrapping of the rest of their cigarettes.

"It can be used to buy your girlfriends a meal at the cafeteria." Aqeela threw the wrapper into a nearby trash can and was on target.

The seven of them lowered their heads, no one dared to raise their heads.

I don't know what these ABGs are thinking.

Or the phrase aqeela directly makjleb into their hearts and hearts huh?

"You know?" Aqeela leaned her body casually against the back of the bench she was sitting on.

Aqeela's relaxed and gentle voice made these seven ABGs auto look at the stranger who just joined them without any fear and such.

Inwardly, of course, they were curious about the woman, but they preferred silence. Because the woman didn't yell at them or scold them.

There is little comfort with the foreign woman.

"Here long ago, there was a group of gangs just like you guys like to gather and discuss here. Unfortunately what they discussed was the tactics to brawl and search for enemies. At first they were only three until a strange girl appeared that made them uncomfortable. Who would have thought it turned out that the girl was also a brawl master. Finally they join together and bawuran together."

Ajeela stopped her story.

"At this location, there was also once a man who said his love to someone he loved." Aqeela closed her eyes as if she were a witness there.

"There was a story here once too, a woman kissing her lover first." Said Aqeela while looking at these seven ABGs.

"Even here bear witness to a woman's cruelty to another woman for trying to maintain her love."

"Here also once witnessed the violence of a man for trying to snatch the woman he loved from another man."

"But now, they. The perpetrators of all evil, violence and even the hero has become a successful man, having realized all his folly."

"And now, this place will also be a witness, a group of young people when smoking so as not to be caught by the teacher."

"But for now, I can't guarantee it will be like your predecessors."

The seven ABGs were seen gawking at the story of Aqeela.

"Is there such a legend here?" Suddenly one of them dared to ask.

"There, ask Mr. Jamal, Mr. Han, Ustadz Zainal, Ustadzah Dewi and even Bu Siti." Answer Aqeela.

"They're the most killer people here." Another comment.

"Is that so?" Ask Aqeela.

"Or you're the only one who gave me such a nickname. If they remind you it's a sign that they still love you. They were your parents at school. They have full responsibility for you."

Aqeela smilingly looked at the seven young women surrounding her.

"Who is this aunt?" Someone finally questioned his identity.

"I'm the keeper of this place."

"But not a ghost, right?"

"They said I was the dark angel while the rest said I was a winged angel monster."

The ABGs looked shudderful, some even trying to hold Aqeela's body.

"It can still be held by Gaess. It's not a ghost."

Aqeela laughed loudly at the words of one of the boys.

"So we're not weird, we've never seen a sister here either."

"It's not time you guys knew who I was. I don't even know who you are either. I just don't want the place I'm guarding to be used for mischievous things anymore."

"Do your parents know if you smoke in school?"

"No, Brother."

"Tuh, right. Try if they know. How do they feel?"

"They won't care, brother?'

"Yes, they're busy with their own world."

"They're busy making a career."

"Is that so? You are very lucky to still have parents. Out there a lot of kids since babies never even know their parents." Aqeela's eyes glazed over considering her experience of being a motivator for children in the hospital.

"Silver crying."

"Oh. uh, sorry. Excuse me first. Hopefully we can see you again." Aqela said goodbye to the seven ABGs.

"Sister, whose brother?"

"Ask Mr. Jamal. Ask who the dark angel is."

Aqeela left the seven students in a curious state.

*****

"Who's that brother?"

"Of course."