Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
Zhara and Friends

"Eating malem?" Asyraf fused his two black and bushy eyebrows.

"Abang lo must be very kangen until making a kayak malem meal event. Besides cute, Brother Zafran is also sweet, huh?!" continued Aufa while throwing a gaze towards Farel as if asking for help.

Farel nodded his head and grabbed Ashraf by the shoulder with a big smile. "Lo truant intention, no, today?" tanyanya while raising her eyebrows.

Asyraf looked as if he had just agreed, but his gaze was thrown towards Zhara. "Lo coming?" tanyanya.

Zhara seemed to think, it was like joining her three best friends, but unfortunately, she could not. But what he feared was not his mother's anger, but Zhorif's view of him because his mother might have leaked his bad behavior to him.

"No, I want to learn, '" said Zhara, grimacing with disgust at her own words. Studying? Since when was it on his dictionary?

"If so, I also want to learn" said Asyraf, then sat himself on the bench in front of Zhara's table.

"Yaudah, it's up to you two! Fa, come with me unplug, kuy!" Farel hurriedly grabbed his backpack, as well as Aufa's wrist which he pulled without a cue.

Aufa could only stare at Farel in confusion, both of them leaving without any intention of saying goodbye to Zhara and Asyraf who were also staring at the two in astonishment. "Sit here, Ra," Asyraf ordered, patting the empty bench next to him.

Zhara nodded according and moved one bench forward. Asyraf looked at Zhara with a hand that was cupping one of his own cheeks to serve as a support. "Why do you suddenly want to learn? Today, right, there is a History lesson," said Asyraf, curious.

Zhara sniffed her shoulders while smiling widely. "What does history mean?" tanyanya.

"It's not you yourself who say that History is not useful. Do you forget the same principle of your own life? The past, let it pass..." Asyraf smiled looking at Zhara's confused face.

"Gue ever said that, huh?" zhara asked in confusion, who immediately responded to a nod from Asyraf.

They began to stop talking when they saw Mr. Warto, the history teacher began to enter the classroom. However, they were surprised to see Aufa and Farel who were now in the killer teacher's window.

"Your friends who are in front of this is a reflection of the destruction of this nation!" The loud voice of Mr. Warto made the fur of the Zhara's back began to bristle. Mr. Warto hit Farel's head slowly using a book roll that he slipped on his armpit. "You truant, get caught. The jerky!" he said that immediately invited the laughter of classmates.

Mr. Warto turned his head, as well as his eyes to find the figure he was looking for. When his eyes caught Zhara and also Ashraf sitting in a corner, the scrolls of his books lifted up and pointed at their wine. "Tumben, anyway, not joining?" satirize the middle-aged man.

Zhara looked at Ashraf who was just pensively silent as if confused about what to answer. "What can you do, sir?" the girl asked, representing her second voice.

Asyraf's eyes rounded and looked at Zhara in disbelief. Really, he felt regret for letting the girl represent his voice.

"Can, anyway!" reply Pak Warto looks enthusiastic and fun.

Zhara nodded her head and got up from her seat, forcing Asyraf to advance her stool so that the girl could pass by. Just a few steps away following the whereabouts of Aufa and Farel, Zhara suddenly decided to reverse her steps.

"Lho?! Why retreat?" ask Pak Warto with a pias face.

"Not so, sir!" zhara said casually. The reason that made him come back was because he just remembered that today his intention to come to school was really to learn.

"You can't just change your decision" said Mr. Warto.

"Can, really, sir.." he said, ".say, again changed!" continue with innocence.

"Can't!"

"Yes," said Mr. Warto regardless of the three and only focus on the book he is currently reading.

Zhara and her two best friends left the classroom. Zhara hummed slightly as she leaped around cheerfully, making the bodies of Aufa and Farel her support.

"I think it's gonna rain, I'm gonna go back, man!" zhara turned back her way. Just a step away, his body was instantly forcibly pulled by Aufa and Farel. "Eh? Why, here?!" ask Zhara in confusion.

"Gue needs an explanation!" sue Aufa firmly who was immediately replied with a nod of agreement from Farel.

"What explanation?" ask Zhara.

"About the guy who wants to be tricked into elo!" clearly Aufa with a furious tone.

Zhara opened her mouth, forming an 'o' before smiling shyly to herself.

"Whose name, anyway?" ask Aufa.

"Mas Zhorif," replied Zhara timidly.

"Mas?!" Aufa and Farel raised their voices simultaneously.

Farel drew closer to Aufa to whisper. "Fa, the Zhara called the boy 'Mas', '" whispered Farel, who made Aufa nod in agreement. "Gue has a bad feeling, deh," said Farel who was again approved by Aufa.

Aufa and Farel follow Zhara who has now walked first to the backyard to meet Pak Ali, a middle-aged man who was assigned to clean the school. "Sir Ali!" call Zhara and raise her hand up.

Mr. Ali who was sweeping the back garden using a lidi immediately turned his head and threw a warm smile. "Why, Neng? Any more tasks? Dad, mah, ready!" said Mr. Ali with enthusiasm.

Zhara retreated her steps, her hand reaching for Farel's leather wallet which she put in her pants pocket. The girl took out five hundred thousand bills and gave them to Mr. Ali. "I'm tipping the WC, yes, sir!" zhara said before waltzing away, leaving her two best friends agape on the spot.

"Ra! I don't have much money left, you know!" farel Protest.

Zhara stopped and checked Farel's wallet again. "Let me change," he said casually before returning the wallet to its original owner.

"Where are you going?" aufa asked when she saw Zhara leaving them.

Zhara looked flustered in confusion. "Either! I just let my feet walk" he replied.

"How about going to the mall. We're shopping together!" ajal Aufa enthusiastically.

"Well? My males," replied Zhara.

"But! Lo, right, you want to get married, you should be ready for household goods, dong!" force Aufa.

"It has to be, huh?" asked Zhara in doubt.

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