God's Choice of Mate
Unconcerned

I got into my car and slammed the door hard. Just be careful if you're not nyusulin I'm mas. I'll stay away from you forever. My chest was hot, I was all my might holding back my anger towards Yola. My body trembled, my eyes heated up and the clear circles began to glide freely.

That's how I am in their eyes. I've even tried to be nice to them but what do I get? In addition to their low view.

"Darling..." Mas Ray caught me in the car and immediately hugged my body. I spilled my annoyance on his shoulder. Mas Ray said nothing he was just trying to count me. Now you see how taante and your cousin behave.

"Road now?" Ask. I just nodded. All the way I just silently stared out the window and so did Ray. He didn't say a word.

Mas Ray parked the car at the very end of the teacher's parking lot. He did not come out immediately but watched me who was rubbing my face with tissue. Good thing my mascara waterproof powder is also the best quality, so be safe. But my eyes looked sad and my nose was a little red.

"Mas will talk to Yola later. Now we're down, huh? If Shafa is still not feeling well, we rest in my father's room only yes" he said gently stroking my head. I just nodded.

I walked down behind Ray. I didn't even heed the greetings from some students.My feelings were mixed between annoyance, anger and also nervousness. Nervous of my new look.

"Asalaamualaikum" Mas Ray said a greeting as soon as he entered the teacher's room.

"Girishal"

"Woww... Is there anything new? Shafa's mother is hijab-wearing. It's getting pretty" said Anne. I mean, I replied with a smile.

"Yes loh. I want to follow you too ah. Bu Shafa really did not say if he wanted to hijrah. I also want to follow" Timpal bu Ita.

"Heleh, the hijrah bu Ita most from Biology class to Music class" Cibir Pak Rudi.

"Pak Rudi why exactly sewot. Therefore sir do not over time mengejomblo" Reply bu Ita in welcome another laugh.

One by one the teacher's friends began to leave the Office for their respective classes. Still left me, Mas Ray and Mr. Briyan who just arrived. I'll be in at the second lesson and after the break.

Mr. Briyan was the only person who did not comment on my new appearance.

"Sir Rayyan has no class?" Ask.

"I'm after the break just got a class. Mr Briyan himself?" Ask Ray who's been dealing with his laptop.

"I also have class at the second hour. Who knows Rayyan and Shafa ma'am want to come to the music room. Well itung-itung comforting myself" said Mr. Briyan as if he knew what I was feeling.

"Mm. Shafa?" Mas Ray looked at me, meaning he was taking me to the music room. I'm nodding. Basically I like music. I've wanted to play in the music room for a long time, but I'm afraid Ray won't let me. It's good to entertain yourself.

The three of us headed for a room next to the computer lab. This room is quite large and soundproof. Here there is a mini stage that is equipped with musical instruments, such as piano, drums, acoustic guitar, even traditional musical instruments such as flutes and drums are here.

"Please Mr. Rayyan or Ms. Shafa may want to play music" Mr. Briyan connected several cables directly connected to the instrument.

I walked down the street watching every musical instrument in this room. I'm not very good at playing music because in school I was a vocalist. If the Briyan sir I know, he's almost mastered all kinds of musical instruments.

"Or maybe I want to contribute another song for this newlywed couple" said Mr. Briyan.

"Can.. I happen to need some brain refreshment again sir" I said. May morning gini listen song. My mood has changed for the better again.

Mr. Briyanpun started playing his acoustic guitar. Ray and I sat as spectators watching the live performance of a Briyan Utama. Mas Ray and I really enjoyed the song that was brought by Mr. Briyan. I had a chuckle when I knew he was singing a Javanese song that had been popularized by Via Vale**n entitled Darling. Mr. Briyan can really make our mood back good.

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After I got home from my room today, I went straight into my room and didn't come out again until dinner. I better spend some time relaxing on the balcony of my room listening to music or watching television. Several times Ray persuaded me to go out and have dinner together but I refused. I'd rather avoid Yola and her mother than forcefully meet them and not be able to control my emotions.

Unbeknownst to Ray I secretly bought a book called Fiqih Wanita. At first I didn't know what this book was about. For sure this is the book that Nana advised me to read. This book contains an explanation of the problem of women from A to Z in the view of religion. I just read a few pages but I'm dizzy. But I have to start learning to improve myself. I used to read it during break time at school or during leisure time.

"Dear" Mas Ray opened the door. Immediately I put my book back into the nightstand. I'm ashamed that Ray knew I read this book. It'll get caught if I don't know anything.

"Yes Mas?" I pretended to tidy up my sleeping robe. Ray walked over to me.

"Mas has spoken to Yola. Now that he's waiting outside, you meet him" he said. Why should I find him too? I still don't respond to him.

"Honey, we can't refuse someone's good intentions. Who knows after this Shafa and Yola's relationship will be better." He said while stroking my hand.

"All right"

"Thank you dear" Mas Ray peeped at my cheek. I went to meet Ray next to me to meet Yola.

As soon as I opened the door I found Yola standing in front of my room.

"Sister Shafa, I'm sorry if my words offended my sister this morning" he said as he extended his hand.

I received Yola's hand. I don't know why my heart says Yola's apology is not sincere.

I received his hand.

"Ga papa, brother also apologized for being annoyed with Yola. I just haven't gotten used to everything. I hope Yola understands" I said honestly. I'm pissed off that he doesn't have to pretend to be nice, right?

"Yes Yola said to the room first" she said before heading to her room below. It is true said mas Ray, that hijab and akhlaq are 2 different things. Hijab women are not necessarily good but the good religion is definitely hijab. And I'm not both.

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