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Library

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"Ish, in the chat why call again?" the new Pearl's scolding dried his hair.

"Hello, assalamualaikum." said Pearl.

"Wa'alaikum salam." replied the male voice from sebrang.

"Sorry, who is it?" ask Pearl.

"You didn't keep my number?" ask the man again.

"Sorry, no. Who yeah?"

"From now on, save. I'm Zio." said Zio ketus.

Instantly the Pearl patted her forehead while it brushed. Mutiara had forgotten not to save the killer lecturer's number, because this young lecturer very rarely monitors the duties of students via mobile phones.

"Oh, yes sir. ready. I save." said Pearl immediately touching the save button.

"Have you?" ask Zio.

"It's sir."

"Have you reached home yet? Where have you been from? Why don't you pick up my phone?" nagel Zio's.

"Owh, yes sir. Sorry, I just took a shower, didn't hear any calls" said Mutiara with a flowery heart, feeling noticed by her handsome lecturer. He felt that his lecturer was worried about him.

"Oh, ok. yeah. Nilam Mbak is the problem." said Zio just like that while pressing the red button.

Tut tut tut tut

The connection was cut off without greeting and without saying goodbye.

"Hem... Mbak Nilam who nanyain, meaning he called only for reports on mbak Nilam. Astaghfirullah Tiara, don't dream of you. My delusion is too high, you are too to GeeRan." Inner Pearl that had flowered his heart, it turns out the handsome lecturer attention, but just like that floating heart fell back, with the phrase mbak Nilam nanyain. That means he's calling just for a report on his mom, not because his lecturer cares about him.

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Mutiara has completed her presentation in front of her killer lecturer, with good results. And he went back to his daily routine, to the market, to college, to organizing and so on. Until one day, while on campus, during the afternoon break is almost over, Pearl's cousin ran after Pearl who was about to leave the terrace of the mosque

"Mister, mbak Tiara!" call Kenzo.

Suddenly, Pearl turned to the source of the voice.

"Ken? Why are you running away after mbak?" pearl asked in wonder, because her cousin was rarely looking for her, unless he needed something.

"Hehe, anu mbak. Can Ken anterin find a new book?" kenzo asked while scratching his back neck.

"What book?" tanya Mutiara did not understand. Because his cousin rarely holds books.

"Mbak's Reference Book" said Kenzo.

"Make what? you want to buy, do you want a pinjem?" ask Pearl.

"Yes, buy me mbak, if pinjem, I don't have a library card" Kenzo said.

"Tumbens?"

"Hehe, I got a sentence. Because the look of my duty just copas the name of the doang" said Kenzo timidly.

"Astaghfirullah Ken, I have said many times with you, do not like plagiarism of other people's duties" said Mutiara growled.

"Well, how's abis? Yesterday I was dead-end. Males thought, 'cause the job's hard." said Kenzo.

"How many books to look for? What courses and what themes?" ask Pearl.

"A minimum of five, this is my paper, the title of it. The management course." said Kenzo while submitting his paper which was rejected by his lecturer.

"Okey, then mbak cariin in the library, use the card mbak aja. But only two books. The three will buy it at the bookstore." said Mutiara.

"Yes, it's up to Tiara. But...."

"But what else?"

"I don't have any money to buy a book mbak, you haven't transferred yet" Kenzo said.

"Hadeh. It will be easy." said Mutiara.

"Later on, back to college" said Kenzo.

"Must be today?" ask Pearl.

"Yes already. Going home to college. What time are you home?" ask Pearl.

"Hour half three mbak."

"Okey, if you've finished college, we'll. But, all the Ashar prayers first yes "

"Okey mbak's. Not going to college?"

"Udah done. It's going to the library" said Pearl.

"Okey mbak's. But get on your bike ya mbak."

"Yes that. Do you have a motor?" pearl Word.

"Hehe, yeah, nothing."

"Yes already. There, to class. It's too late" said Pearl.

"Ok mbak" said Kenzo who had run towards his faculty building just like that without saying hello. The pearls were just shaking their heads at the behavior of their cousin.

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That afternoon, the plan is to go home Pearl, to rest. However, because his cousin asked to be read a book, then he went to the library which became the most comfortable place when lazy to immediately go home to the boarding house.

When Pearl was looking for a reference to Kenzo's paper, she accidentally held a book, along with a hand also holding the same book, immediately the Pearl turned towards the owner of the burly hand, and unintentionally, it turns out that the owner of the hand also turned to him, their bead met.

Who yeah??

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"Sir Zio? I'm sorry sir." said Mutiara fontan let go of the book, then looked down.

"You bring it. This." said Zio giving the book he held to Pearl.

"No sir, I'm looking for something else" said Mutiara.

"You bring it!" zio's intonation rises while thrusting his book.

"Ehm," Pearl hesitantly accepted.

"Cepet, hunt the pegel" said Zio.

"Oh, yes sir. Thank you." said Pearl as she received the book from Zio's hand.

"Hem" said Zio indifferently, while looking for another book.

Pearls soon found another book, for him to read himself in the library, because the reference book for Kenzo had all. Then after getting a desired book, Pearl looked for an empty seat.

When he had read some sheets, it appeared that someone was sitting next to him, without excuse. Mutiarapu looked to the right, where the person who had just come was sitting. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the same person who had taken the same book earlier.

"Sir Zio? Well,,, why is my heart a concert like this? How come ya? Um, don't do it, dari dicuekin again, calculated SKSD." Inner Pearl.

Then he continued to read it by occasionally stealing a glance at the cold man, until the sound of the ashar Adhan rang.

"Ehm, excuse me Mr. Zio" said Pearl saying hello about to leave her seat.

"Oh, you? Yes." said Zio coldly.

"It's ashar sir" said Mutiara.

"Yes, I also heard the Adhan" Zio said.

The pearl feels alone. He also just stepped out of the library and walked towards the mosque with an uncertain heart. Just this time he felt his heart beating quite fast, while sitting next to a man.

Whether the feeling of like, or the feeling of fear goes awry, I don't know, the owner of the heart is also still confused with his own feelings. He was upset that if he met his killer lecturer, felt wrong, especially since the incident was an hour late at that time.

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Howwould it proceed? Wait for the next story yes, stay in Jodoh Salah Jambung by Dede Dewi.