I'm Not an Old Virgin
Season II: Mahligai of Love (Chapter 3.4)
After cleaning the cleaning tools and finishing the food that Ustad Vano gave, Ai and Asri then went hand in hand to return to the boarding house. But their move was forced to be stuck in the middle of the road when they saw Frida and her other colleagues coming from the opposite direction.
"New Santri this year a lot of people. On the first day of their entry they dared to tease the boys even our honorable Ustad." Sindir Frida passed by the two of them.
Frida's friends don't know if the person being insinuated is in front of them.
"Maybe they still can't forget their habits out there." Others chimed in.
"Hem, maybe it's because of this that both of his parents sent him here." Frida said interspersed with a small laugh.
"Him? Who do you mean?" Ask her friend curious.
"Who else if not the weak-ass girl who had made so many mistakes on her first day in." Whether intentional or not, Frida gave Ai a mocking look when saying this.
Ai immediately lowered her head, avoiding Frida's provocative gaze. I don't know, until when Frida will continue like this to him. Hating Ai is like an ingrained enemy in Frida's life.
"What is the life of a boarding school like this? I think it's different out there. But it turns out everything is the same. Either outside or here there will be some people who like to talk about other people. Calling the faults of others as if they were the most sacred. I did not expect to live here nor could I be separated from liver disease." Asri muttered beside Ai.
Ai was as surprised as Asri, but she chose to keep all her shock in silence. In any case as long as it does not physically hurt, Mother and Father advise him to be more silent. The matter of the wound of the heart is there God who will heal so just expand the chest so that life is made easier by God.
"Come, Ai. We should go back to the dormitory immediately so that we can rest for a while before we go to the mosque." Invite Asri to draw Ai's hand to come with her.
"Hem, let's go back." Whispering Ai was starting to feel tired, she just wanted to sleep.
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"Assynogaal?" Greetings Ai and Asri when entering into their dorm room.
"Vaalaikumussalam. This is the man." One of the girls Ai knew named Sulastri approached.
"Yes, my name is Ai." Ai said shyly mixed awkwardly.
"Ai same bag your suitcase has been delivered by Kak Sasa and Kak Tiara. They say Ustad Vano tells you not to repeat the same mistake again. Otherwise you'll get even more severe punishment in the future." This is Herlina speaking.
The tall girl with minus glasses spoke in a childish tone but there was no intention to mock Ai in it.
"My bags and suitcases are back?" Ai's face instantly brightened and radiant. But when he recalled about his childhood photo with Ustad Vano inside his backpack, immediately the color of his face turned deathly pale.
He was afraid that Ustad Vano would recognize him as Ai, a little boy 12 years ago he had played with because he had no friends.
"Yes, they're already in your bed." Sulastri said as he shifted his body to the side for Ai to see.
Ai raised her head looking towards her bed that was attached directly to the wall. In front of him was his familiar backpack and black mini suitcase that both parents left to the boarding school. Beside the backpack and suitcase was a white plastic bag containing a lot of food for Ai.
But, Ai had absolutely no interest in any of that as her attention was currently fixed on her backpack!
God, may my fear not really happen. Inner Ai praying.
Seriate..
Assalamualaikum, everyone. Yesterday someone asked me if I wanted to rewrite the novel I Was Born Deformed?
The answer is I still haven't thought about it. Because this novel is the reason I've been writing for a few months. Honestly, I lost my motivation to keep writing so I decided to never write for a few months until I finally returned in early 2021.
So, it goes on or not possible. definitely not. But I do not know in the future because the affairs of the heart have been arranged by God. Maybe someday God will turn my heart back to writing this novel? Allah'natural. I decided everything to Allah SWT.
The continuation?