DESTINY OF JAMILA
17

One month later

"Mr Rose, let's go out for a minute. I'm gonna go get Salsa at her school!" Now Mila who is Free tutoring comes to the picket teacher at the picket table.

Bu Rose who was busy also on her laptop glanced at Mila at a glance. "If you have hours, you can't!" sahut Bu Rose firmly. This teacher likes to argue. And love to look face to face with the boss.

"I'm Fre les koq ma'am. Later, I'm here again koq." Mila said politely, he did not want to be provoked by the tone of the talk of a blind Bu Rose.

"The ASN can not get out of the work site, during working hours, even though Fre tutoring." Strictly, Miss Rose again.

"I'm not yet ASN Ma'am, I'm just an honorary teacher who's on a salary of 300,000 per month." Mila replied firmly, he began to be lured.

"And you have passed the PPPK, meaning you have ASN!"

"I haven't got SK ma'am. If you have SK, then it really becomes ASN. If it is an ASN. I know my duty. Because so ASN has been paid, there is also allowance and food money. Had already got a lot of money, continue to not work well for the country, that's the name we eat illegal money. We are just honorary teachers, working more tired than you guys who are PNS. Mom, don't look for other people's mistakes. Not the mother who often leaves this school during working hours. I went to the market, but I haven't come home from school."

"Hey Mila, koq you're so gini-assed. I also passed the PPPK. Know you, PPPK is a contract employee, and not retired. You're ASN KW." Ms. Rose is nyolot

Mila looked cynically at Bu Rose. He was also lured to the sycophant teacher. "Which KW is mom!" mila insisted, he left the place. There is no point in arguing with a right-handed human being. Mending he asked permission to go out to the security guard only. After all, he just wanted to pick up his daughter.

***

Mila has brought Salsa home. Salsa is now with her two in-laws at home.

Mila drove her bike back to school. While passing in front of his father-in-law Cholil's house. He was stopped by his brother-in-law Cholil.

"A, what's up Dek?" mila asked politely to Cholil's sister-in-law.

Since celebrating his Tofu Cholil in their home. Mila never met Cholil and his son Darel again. That means Mr. Cholil and Darel are back in town. Especially when they are going to school.

"There's something important I want to talk to you about!" said the young lady with her sour face. From his gaze, it seemed that he did not like her Mila.

Mila followed in her footsteps Cholil's sister-in-law, after parking her bike on the side of the road. Mila really doesn't know the woman's name. Because Mila is fairly new to her mother-in-law's complex. Lagian Mila just found out, if this is the home of the family of his former wife Pak Cholil.

Mila's feelings are no longer good. Looks like he's gonna blow.

Hadeuh.

Why the hell, people on trivial on her. Because he is poor. No parents and a widow?

"Let's sit down, why are you standing dumb like crazy there. It's a chair to sit on!" said his sister-in-law Cholil in an annoyed tone. Her lyrics really want to make Mila vomit.

"I didn't get to sit down. You want to talk about what. If there is nothing important. I'm sorry, I don't have time to hear your babble." Firmly Mila with a firm tone. It was tight his face was staring at the pretentious lady in front of him.

Mila felt that there was no business with this pretentious woman. He wanted to be invited into the yard of the house, because he appreciated his neighbors.

His brother-in-law Cholil got up from his seat. He ruffled his waist, staring at Mila. "I'm calling you, because something's important. If it doesn't matter, why waste my time talking to you!" she stared at Mila.

Mila smiling devil. He's his footstep. He also wasted time talking to a crazy woman in front of him.

"Hey, koq left instead. Wait!" the woman moved quickly to catch the arm of Mila who had stepped away from the porch of the house.

"Take off...!" Mila snapped her arm that was held by her sister-in-law Cholil. "Sorry, I have a lot of business!"

"Hey ..!"

Kreeks..

Because pulled with strong clothes worn by Mila even torn.

Instantly Mila's blood boils up to the crown. The clothes he was wearing were broken, where his broken was not at the seams.

"Stay away from Mas Cholil!" said the woman with her song face.

"Ohhhh.. !" Both of her eyes Mila made to hear the request of the pretentious lady before her.

"Stay away from Mas Cholil and Darel.!" the woman again with annoyance.

Haha..

Mila laughed out. He felt funny at the words of the woman before him.

"Geek, I've never been near Mr. Cholil, so. I don't feel the need to stay away from him. Anyway, what's Mr. Cholil's relationship with me!" Answer Mila lightly

"Said Mas Cholil, you volunteered to be his wife!"

"Huhahh.. My sister heard wrong times. Sorry, I'm going first. I want to work!" Mila said firmly. He turned his body fast...

GRraaaf...

His hand was firmly gripped by his brother-in-law Cholil.

"Hey, I'm serious! "

"I'm also serious deck. Already yes, don't stop me from leaving. I want to work!" Mila kept her sister-in-law Cholil's hand away from her arm.

"Promise, you don't go near Mas Cholil!" press the woman whose facial expression is overcast.

"Yes," Mila said quickly. Why would he have to talk at length with the strange woman before him. After all, he had nothing to mind to approach Cholil. He had no power to approach the man. So, Mila never thought of becoming Cholil's wife.

"I hold your word. Remember, never approach Mas Cholil. He was my future husband. My sister told me I'd be Darel's mother!" Said the woman sad

"Yes deck!" I'm saying goodbye!" Mila dragged her feet quickly from the mansion. After getting out of the fence of the anti-social house. Mila's on her bike

All the way to school. Mila's mind could not be separated from the words of her sister-in-law Cholil. Why did the woman threaten him. He used to walk with Cholil, didn't. Talking alone never. Koq's brother-in-law Cholil warned him.

"Sound.... Where could it be me and Mr. Cholil... Hadeuhh ....!" said Mila loudly while driving her motorbike. He often talks to himself while driving. Mila felt the right moment venting on the streets while driving. Especially if the road is in a state of isolation.

Arriving at the school parking lot. Mila was quite surprised by the luxury car parked in the parking lot of the teacher's special school. There are car types

Toyota Land Cruiser black color.

"Gosh, are there any offices?" Mila unsettledly got off the top of her bike after she took off her helmet.

"Yes, mam pus me!" Mila saw three men and their principal now walking towards the parking lot. And their school was visited by the officials. There must have been a directive, and he was outside.

"God.. Die me, I must be rebuked!" he said, walking by depositing the sediment into the laboratory room that is close to the parking lot. Even Mila who was afraid, prepared a question on his bike.

"Is that the teacher who didn't attend the meeting?" Mila heard clearly, that she was being discussed.

"Yes sir!" Their principal's father.

"Muallimaah MiLA... Come Here a minute!"

Deg

O Allah.. Helpme!

Mila bathed, she turned her body which was now tensed with fear.