AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 17. TRANSFER STUDENT

PoV Aiswa's.

My name is Aiswa Fajri, still sitting on the bench 12 MA and waiting for the final exam of the year.

Princess Kyai Hariri salim, the owner of Tazkiya who is famous for his discipline, achievements, prestige, as a symbol of the quality of his students.

Aiswa Fajri is known to be quiet, loner and talkative. It really isn't. I love social activities, nature and meeting a lot of people. That's why I often volunteered to represent my school when there was a race about public speaking.

I'm not me, outside my neighborhood. And all will return to being obedient Aiswa when they are home again.

Let alone to socialize, even to breathe it feels like Abuya set my ration to breathe oxygen, including friends who are full of pretense.

Seeing umma who often get an overflow of emotions abuya annoyed every time I act, finally makes me like this moment. Aiswa is 'forced' left-handed, aloof, talkative, and keep his eyes on. Forced myself and this head must remain down because of the luster and weight of the 'crown' in my head and the 'golden cloak' I wear.

I promise, I will no longer torment the umma because of me.

Because I decided to live in pretense, I often had trouble getting help to catch up on lessons. Especially after I got sick and had to be hospitalized a few weeks because of the stress of often skipping meals, no one came to help me.

Yes, Abuya demanded that we, me and my brother should be excellent both academically and morally. I'm tired, I just want to die.

Until a few hours before the rote exam came, the stress hit me again.

I was already desperate when hundreds of nadzom lines had not yet entered my brain, my lips were confused to say verse by verse.

I sat on the ground bending my legs and buried my head between my knees, then cried for a very long time behind the jackfruit tree behind the house. This is where I am, to blow everything away.

" Can I sit here? "

" I didn't hear you cry on purpose, Ahmad allowed me to approach you. It's not good to throw a book, it's a science.

" Go...! " i cast out the soft voice of the approaching man.

" If you memorize a lot at a time, it will slowly enter the brain if your heart is anxious. You can try this, 5 minutes for 10 nadzom, repeated 10-20 times until completely memorized, just up to the next verse. This method can at once remind you the layout of the sequence if you forget. "

" This is like this for example...."

" Would you try? hmm, this is my way when I memorize the words of God. "

He who I do not understand his presence, still patiently shows various memorization techniques that are suitable for me. He was so painstaking in facing me that from then on it was just silent. I slowly lifted my head and looked at it. A handsome and gentle man.

" Aiswa, right? here, sit on the chair. Don't cry anymore, I help memorize? hmmm, I am Amir, Ahmad's friend from Tsanawiyah. "

Oh, his name is Amir.

Finally I spent the afternoon until the evening before Maghrib with him in the backyard, accompanied by Umma from a distance of up to 100 nadzom I managed to memorize smoothly thanks to his help.

" Syukron Ka Amir, Aiswa will remember and apply from now on, "I am so happy that I unconsciously smiled.

" It's not a smile, it's beautiful. I'm coming home, Goodluck Aiswa. "

My smile, for the first time addressed to him, was a man who was not a mahram to me. I was impressed and found out about her, slowly letting her in and settling down in my heart.

Maybe true, the phrase television commercials, the first sight is so tempting. Amirzain Zaidi, you have my heart since our first meeting.

And at the height of all my silence during this time, I was betrothed to my brother's best friend, I had protested but as usual, yawned.

My escape mission was successful with the help of Umma and my secret friend, meeting my soulmate in a town.

I'm so happy she accepted me even though I knew it was only temporary. I who was obsessed with him immediately expressed my feelings and accidentally showed my true nature that likes to tell stories even though we have just met again, all this happened because I do not want to regret there is a girl. The girl I don't like, even though I was pinned to her in this town.

***

At night, Hotel Sriwedari.

" Miss, if you have a plan, tell me so I can prepare, "please ask Ulfa.

" Ka Amir said, I'm going to move to Putri's lodge, so I don't miss school. "

" safe? "

" It seems, because Ka Amir asked his best friend, even though I didn't like him, "got it again.

" Well, I'll prepare your needs. Rest Miss. "

Ulfa is allowed to leave the hotel room to prepare all the needs of Aiswa tomorrow, although he has not been able to get certainty when the girl entrusted to him will move.

Feeling sleepy, Aiswa grabbed the phone from Maghrib earlier he left at the table to charge.

When he opened it, he was disappointed, there was no message for him there. Until he realized something.

" Athaghfirullah, I'll change the number yaa, stupid Aiswa, "clap his eel.

" Assalamu'alaikum ka .. sorry Aish forgot, this is the new Aish number. " Aiswa sent a message to Amir.

Before long, the phone rang.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, yes. "

" Thankfully, I sent messages and phone calls to the old inactive numbers, I was worried. "

" I forgot to say .. oiya, Aish talked too much earlier, sorry brisik. "

" I just found out that Aiswa is very rich in vocabulary, "his coldness sounds crisp at the end there.

" Ish, say it's a bawel. I had to because... "

" His onion was just a doank, I know .. because of Alma? he's just a friend. Rest, I leave you to Alma so that my brother does not suspect. Take care of yourself there, I can't see you much later. "

" Yes khayr, Aish understood ka, jazakallah kheir ga ngusir Aish, "

" Wa iyyaki, tell me if anyone's bothering you or needs anything, okay? "

" Syukron ka, Laila sa'iidah "

" Sa'idatun. " Amir ended his short call and was relieved that Aiswa was fine.

Ting. Incoming message notification.

" Den Mas, your best friend hired someone to look for him. I have prepared a female agent who is the same age and around her. "

" Thank you so much Bang Rey, I've been a hassle. "

" It's good that you told Boss too, I got caught talking to you this afternoon. "

" Tomorrow I'll call Mas Panji, now maybe he's on a break. "

" Copied. Goodluck Den Mas, this time it looks like we're both struggling. "

Amir only replied with emoticons over Rey's response. He still refuses to open up about Aiswa to others.

***

Same time in Orchid Tower, Cibubur.

Mahen found the right time to talk about Amir to Naya. It seems like tonight Naya's mood is in good shape considering her college assignments are loose (their full story in her work was a choice for me).

" Honey, can I have a minute for you?, "when Mahen came into the room, he saw Naya was still busy in front of his laptop.

" Sure baby, give me a kiss, I'm tired of it, "the door is spoiled while opening both hands wide hoping that Mahen welcomes his wishes.

Ki*s.

" Already, do not lure me later you are exhausted, tomorrow we have to leave in the morning. " Mahen stopped his wife who was deliberately fishing to tease him.

" Ka Amir, Aiswa, do you know anything dear? "

" No, you know better, don't you? just tell me, I'm listening. " The gelay is spoiled in Mahen's arm.

" Aiswa was preached by Hasbi but he was not willing to continue. He ran away and met Amir in Semarang. This afternoon, Ka Amir asked me for help so that Hasbi's hire could not find Aiswa in the meantime because ka Amir wanted to persuade Aiswa to go home without coercion. "

Deghs. Innalillahi, astaghfirullah.

" Dear, "Mahen was astonished, Naya was silent and did not react. His wife is unique and unpredictable.

" Brother, Abah and Ka Abyan know? can be angry later if you know, "look at Mahen, worry.

" Not yet, let you Amir tell me about it. "

" Aren't you forbidding? Aiswa belongs to someone else, A Hasbi, his best friend too. " Naya is worried.

" Honey, I want you to meet us. Let's talk slowly, he'll listen to you, baby, because you're close. And, I don't like you calling her 'A Hasbi' .. You're mine. " His eyes were sharp on Naya's bead but it backfired for her.

Ki*s. A gentle paw-gutan returned Naya to dibibibiir her husband.

" It's still Jealous, I belong to the whole brother, "the naughty eyes of Naya.

" Don't blame me if you're tired tonight.... " Mahen raised his wife's body to their quarrel. Bringing together the heat of the body in the waves of pleasure to soak up the sweetness of heaven both worlds.

Oh God, my fault. My fault. Her heart was worried even though her body was feeling a sensation that was mounting due to the onslaught of sen-sual touch from her husband.

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