AMONG THE 3A
PART 5'S. PREJUDICE

Hasbi was still walking down the wide garden path slapping in front of the princess cottage hall. Perhaps because it is intended for women, the atmosphere of the Tazkiya Putra and Daughter lodging is different.

The beautiful, shady, green and colorful atmosphere of various flowers adds to the beauty of the front facade when it will enter the hut deeper.

" Assalamu'alaikum Ustad Hasbi, "greet a second gatekeeper man when Hasbi is about to enter the administrative region of the dormitory.

Hasbi's striking appearance among male lecturers in the men's cottage makes it easy for him to be recognized by all residents of the educational complex in Tazkiya..

" Wa'alaikumussalam Kang, can I come inside?, "he asked politely.

" Please, Ustad. "the guard opens the gate.

" Syukron Kang's. " Hasbi passed by after the second gate opened.

It returns down the hallway, starting from the teacher's room and the administrative room adjacent to the library and the school's UKS.

He walked for a long time to find a shaded park bench under a banyan tree on the west side of the administrative room. Across there, there's a classroom of princess students, two floors. Separated by a basketball court in the middle of the courtyard, Hasbi looked on from a distance.

Kriing, the sound of the bell sign at rest.

One by one the princesses from various levels out of their classes to the ablution place, library, even canteen. Some of them were seen clutching under the trees in front of their class. Whether to talk about what, clearly Hasbi saw the activity of santri princess very contrasted with santri putra under his care.

" Excuse me, who is Ustad waiting for?, "asked a man approaching, whom Hasbi thought he was also a teacher here.

" O ana Hasbi, next to Ustad. " Hasbi invited the man who greeted her to sit next to her on a park bench.

" Anah Rahmat, ah coincidentally, just got accepted to work for the teacher's assistance here, but was transferred to the Putra's cottage tomorrow. Because here only accept letters. "

" Barocallah... Greetings Ustad Rahmat.. Antum had taught here means yes?, "Tanya Hasbi then.

" Na'am, one week at level 12. "

" Level 12, know Aiswa?, "ask hasbi curiously.

" Aiswa's? the cottage owner's daughter? smart girl but very quiet and loner, besides beautiful, her voice is very expensive.. Aiswa will only speak when he really has to talk, just be patient if you want to interact with him.. Maybe because it keeps its Abuyanya good name as well. " Light of Grace.

" So yeah.. Popular as well apparently, "Hasbi murmured.

" Now, it was Aiswa, who was walking towards the library with her face down and carrying a purple drinking bottle, Aiswa's favorite color just like her. "

Maa is Allah, more beautiful than in the photo. Hasbi was admiring from a distance before the dreamy figure disappeared blocked the library door.

" Okay, ana first O Ustad Rahmat, see you tomorrow.. It's already ahead of the dzuhur like, ana must return... Syukron had accompanied, "Hasbi got up, resigned to Grace, a friend she had just known.

" Afwan Ustad Hasbi.. Go ahead. " Grace also rose up to continue his steps towards the teacher's office space.

On his way back to his Yai residence beside the Princess's cottage hall, Hasbi unceasingly developed a line of smiles on his lips.

His heart was already feeling happiness even though he only glimpsed at the sight of the girl adjaan heart.

" You know, Nak Hasbi for a moment, have you met Aish?, "The baritone voice surprised him.

It does not feel like he is now in the front yard of the house of the Yai.

" Already, Yai.. A quick look from far away. " Courtesyly obedience.

" Into Nak... Your Abuya called ana. "

" Neither... "

" Sitting Hasbi.. Look, your intention to get acquainted with Aish has been conveyed by your Buya for a long time. However, Ahmad just told me a few days ago that you really intend to know Aish. Knowing what Nak Hasbi is, ana doesn't understand what you mean. "

" Anna wants ta'aruf, Yai... If permitted and if Aiswa does not object. "

" Athaghfirullah, ana did not dare Yai. Aiswa is Aiswa, not Naya or anything else. Ana did not view Aiswa as another woman who overshadowed the past.. Afwan Yai, "Hasbi lowered her gaze, looking at the tip of her foot on the floor that was starting to feel uncomfortable due to a Yai statement.

" Thank God if it's not so, ana is only worried as a parent. Please understand... Already ahead of dzuhur, let's prepare Nak Hasbi, after praying later we will have lunch at home while waiting for Aiswa to come home . "

" Brother, Yai. "

Thirty minutes passed. Hasbi has been in the dining room of her Yai residence back. No one else was there except the two of them because his friend Ahmad Hariri was out of the house for a job.

" Mamma, here's the drink. Warm tea without sugar as requested Buya earlier to Umma. " The soft voice of a girl was clearly heard beside Hasbi.

" Syukron dear, Ais has eaten? before returning to class, eat first with Umma. "

" Ehm.... " Aish just muttered.

" Later tonight, Buya wants to talk. Aish don't sleep first, because after this Buya comes out after your brother and will return ba'da maghrib later. "

" Na'am Buya's. Aish pamit's. " Aiswa had stolen a glance at the figure of the man who was with Buyanya at the dinner table before her feet stepped away from the room.

He was polite, not looking at me even if he had the chance. His inner.

" So Aiswa, Nak Hasbi has seen clearly, right, "the seductive Yai.

" Dare not, Yai. "

" Haha... Hasbi Hasbi's.. "

The two men's conversation ended when Hasbi's phone rang. He resigned after an hour of chatting with the Yai.

" Hello assalamualaikum Mir, "Her greeting opened to the call made by his best friend Amir.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, where else?, "asked Amir at the end of the phone.

" Yai Hariri Salim's House.. Mir, I don't know if Aiswa is a teenager... I intend to approach her... Uh, you're the only one who knows this... How are you there, Naya how are you?, "

Cough, degh. Amir's heart stopped beating.

" Seriously, Aiswa? you intend to preach him?, "Amir in shock.

" Yes, what do you think? "

" Hmmm I don't want to respond, heart problems... I wanted to say something, but what was it, ko so forgot, "elegant when Amir's heart twitched to endure the pain.

" Yes, we'll talk later, I'll go home first... Assalamu'alaikum's chat. "

" Wa'alaikumussalam's. "

Degh, degh, degh, Amir's heart beats so much that it explodes.

The girl of his heart, whom he had long admired and loved in silence, the name of the girl he had long called in his prayer, the girl who motivated him to continue memorization to perfection, he will now be preached by his own friend.

" Hasbi, is this your way of taking revenge on me? because you didn't get your love for Naya in the past? or is it purely your ignorance that I have the same taste for Aiswa?, "Amir growled, clenching his hands until his knuckles turned white.

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