DESTINY OF JAMILA
21

The next day, at school.

"Assynolt..!" said a man.

"Greetings hallaikum!" send all students together. Including Mila.

Mila, who was astonished by the arrival of Mr. Ardhana to his class, approached the man who was still standing in the doorway.

"Come, there's a guest for you!" said Mr. Ardhana fast, picket today. The man came to Mila to her class who was doing the teaching and learning process.

"Guests?" ask Mila quickly. Who is that guest. He doesn't feel like he's important at school. And he's not a homeroom teacher. So it's amazing if anyone's looking for it.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who?" ask Mila kepo.

"Sana, you meet. Let me secure your class!" Mr. Ardhana is the same age as Mila, so they if they talk is not too formal.

"So, I don't want to see you. I'm still working. If he wants to wait out my tutoring, yeah I'll see him!" Mila replied firmly.

"Oohh so? alright lah!" mr. Ardhana left that place. And Mila resumed teaching and learning activities.

Mila turned off the infocus and the laptop. Explaining the material has been completed, and he has also given a matter of training to his students. There are 15 minutes left for the lessons to end. Mila who gave the matter of vibrational matter and waves, walked up to one by one his students, giving direction to students who did not understand the formula he explained. Mila is an IPA subject teacher.

While being serious about teaching her students, Mila's attention was distracted by the loud sound of knocking on the door. His beats are very impatient.

Tok

Tok

Tok

The curious Mila, turned towards the door. How surprised he was to see the figure of an annoying woman in the doorway.

"You're here! I want to talk!" said the woman in her arrogant tone.

Mila had already seen the woman. It turned out that his guest was his brother-in-law Pak Cholil, who until now he did not know his name. Not exactly curious.

Huuff...

Mila took a deep breath. He needs a lot of oxygen in his chest. So that he doesn't get hooked with that shitty woman.

With a casual step Mila approached the woman. Then Mila turned her body towards her protege. Putting his fingers in his mouth. "Don't make a fuss, kids are sick." said softly.

"Yes the nausea!" his students were polite.

Seeing that the class is safe. Mila stepped through that shitty woman. And her move Mila was followed by her sister-in-law Cholil. They are now in the laboratory.

"Good, you ended up rejecting Mas Cholil's proposal. You know yourself too. And I hope you'll keep giving me the same answer in a week!" said that infuriating woman with a satisfied face.

It felt like Mila was laughing looking at the woman before her. "Did you come here, just to say that?" asked Mila with a smile. He was amused by this woman. The strange behavior of this one woman does not need to be taken seriously.

"Yes!" answer her ferociously.

"Haha... Am I you considering your rival a pretty miss? so you keep terrorizing me?" asked Mila with a small laugh.

"Ka, you!" the woman before him looked increasingly upset. He was considered a joke by Mila.

"You're the one who keeps terrorizing me, right?!" Mila showed me the message on her phone.

"So!" quickly answer.

"Your behavior is making me interested in accepting Mr. Cholil's proposal. So, you better go home now. Prepare yourself mentally to see me and your brother-in-law standing together at the party!" Mila said challenging the look of the haughty woman before her.

"You...!"

"Aauuww...!" cry Mila

Mila fell on the floor. And with a quick movement the woman pulled her strong hijab Mila. So that her pretty face Mila without covered hijab plastered already. Then the mad woman threw at just any place Mila had hijab.

The woman seemed very satisfied, because she saw Mila in a bad state

"Haha.. Dare to. Feel this!"

Seeing the woman's hand about to slap him. Mila's feet moved quickly kicking the woman. His kick was very strong. To the extent that the woman slammed away.

"Aauuww...!" hysterical shouting.

His screams were heard all over the school. Some teachers ran towards the laboratory.

"Don't be trivial to others. I've been quiet all this time, not because I'm afraid of you. I just don't like wasting time serving people like you!" emphatically Mila pointed to upset the woman who is now helpless.

Aaaahhkkc..

"It hurts..!" her ringis was holding her butt and waist

Mila ignored the woman. He dragged his feet towards his hijab that was draped on the practicum table.

At that moment, the teachers arrived in the room. The embarrassed Mila, quickly put on her hijab. He no longer cared about the teachers who wondered what had happened.

"You're fine Miss Pomegranate!" ask Bu Rose to her brother-in-law Cholil.

A pomegranate? oh, his name is Pomegranate? Mumbled Mila, he still turned his back to the people who were excited to help the woman whose name was Pomegranate. There was absolutely no teacher who asked what his situation was now.

Mila had finished hijab, she dragged her feet from that place. But, his steps stopped, when Mr. Aaron called him.

"Mila, explain what happened? you hurt his brother-in-law, Mr Cholil?" mr. Aaron said furiously.

Mila turned her body towards Aaron sir. "If I told you everything, would you believe me?" ask Mila with nanar.

"Yes, if you're telling the truth, we'll believe it!" replied Mr. Aaron upset. It could be bad for their school name because Mila had a fight with her sister-in-law Pak Cholil.

Mila looked at the CCTV. And the teachers in that place followed Mila's eye movements. "Sir, there's CCTV. You can see what happened. I was just defending myself. He attacked me first!" mila said firmly and still with her nanar gaze.

"No, I'm not wrong. Look I'm hurt now. My waist and tailbone are broken because of her!" whining like a persecuted man.

"Yes, patient Miss Pomegranate. I'm sure you're not wrong!" said Miss Rose, gently rubbing the back of the woman named Pomegranate. Now the strange woman has sat down and accompanied Bu Rose

Ciih..

Mila clucked in annoyance. He stared at the woman named Pomegranate. "There is an all-knowing God!" said Mila firmly, he held his head that suddenly felt pain and his vision blurred.

"He was wrong. I'm not wrong!"

Mila doesn't want to argue anymore. With this incident, he was blamed. He will accept. Because it is fate, the weak are always humbled.

"Hey... What's the matter? hurry to the office. There's Mr. Cholil in the teacher's office!" said Mr. Ardhana who suddenly came to the laboratory.

"Sir Cholil is here again. Must be going to see Miss Pomegranate. Finish your story Mila. How dare you hurt his future wife Bu Pomegranate!" said Bu Rose strongly, whose words could be heard outside

Mila is already outside. He rubbed his chest which suddenly felt tight. It is sad to be ignored and not considered. Even the teachers seem to trust Pomegranates more.

"Yes Allah.. Why does my head hurt like this?" his words held his head that was very sick and shrill. Mila couldn't even step on her feet anymore. His feet felt weak and not powered.

"Oh Allah..!" Mila was holding onto the wall of the class she was going through. His view is getting foggy. His head feels swirling.

"But...!" heavily, Mila opened her two eyes that were about to close, in order to see clearly, the figure of a man who ran up to her in front of her. But, it turned out that he could not clearly see the man who was running towards him. His view is blurry.

And after that he did not know what happened again Mila fainted on the terrace of the class she passed.