Married Berondong Saleh
Chapter 151

"Rubber, don't let it be a boomerang for you. Do not want it if you hear rumors from friends, money to donate to the victims of the earthquake disaster was even used by the committee," continued another.

Icha plucked her breath rough. He was indeed appointed as treasurer, but to the point of collecting money due to shopping affairs, Icha left it to the escort teacher.

Icha also answered a question from one of the members with a makeshift answer.

"Remember Icha, do not even shift the responsibility on others, let alone throw the responsibility on the teacher," protested one member.

"Therefore, we need your responsibility!"

"It is calm, we can discuss this with a cold head, especially here there are already our teachers as guides," said Kahfi, inexplicably not willing Icha cornered.

"From the data we see, 70 dollars were collected. 250,000 rupiah after that, about the use we have discussed before, then everything is left to the guidance teacher," continued Kahfi.

"Sorry, brother chief. Again, we need an explanation from the treasurer directly."

Icha asked for the microphone Kahfi was holding.

"In my opinion, the presentation I have given is very clear. Moreover, all members hold activity accountability reports. It's clearly listed there, isn't it? But if you want more details, I or Prita's mother can explain" explained Icha at length.

However, the response from friends is still the same.

"You guys want what? Skin our flaws as core managers?" sela Kaffah who finally spoke up for joining the greget.

Icha has been up and down her breath.

"It's not our voice either, because we only represent the voices of friends out there" said another.

They are telling each other to argue and no one wants to give up. However, to his astonishment, the escort teacher was like there was no burden, letting us do it all.

Icha looks tough even though the emotions themselves have actually peaked.

"Ok, if the report reported by the treasurer cannot be received. We had to _"

Kahfi's words were blocked there, because suddenly there were some students and students entering the auditorium cheering to sing a happy birthday song.

They carried the cake towards the front seat, where the core administrator and the teacher were sitting there.

Everyone stood clapping their hands towards Icha.

"Surprise...!" exclaim one of the teachers after the happy birthday chants stop.

Icha was so moved that her eye patch was filled with clear liquid.

Kahfi was seen breathing, feeling the same way his friends. As for Kaffah, he was very enthusiastic about singing songs, feeling happy because he managed to compose the event with other friends to work on Icha.

Yeah, all just engineering, making an unusual surprise for an Icha.

They continued with cake eating and various snacks that had been prepared.

"When the stomach is filled, there are not two hours filled yet" muttered Kaffah, putting a birthday cake in his mouth.

Surprise did not stop there, saru one of the friends gave a red rose.

"God, you are so kind, this is a surprise that you cannot forget in a lifetime" said Icha.

"Alhamdulillah, the dissolution event of the Earthquake Victims Fund Raising Committee in XX Area is running smoothly, as well as your birthday surprise" Kahfi said on the sidelines he cleaned the auditorium.

"Your acting is amazing" said Icha.

"The idea of Sasi is the same as Pe'i," said Kaffah.

"Even the me you think is the chairman of the show wasn't involved in this surprise. Feels you are also in the bank," said Kahfi.

"Kite sengaje ntuh nguji concern lu ame Icha," interrupted Pe'i.

Kahfi simply smiled in response to Pe'i's remark.

One by one already saying goodbye will enter the class, Kahfi as the chairman, feel bad if playing away. He accompanies those who are still fixing food scraps or garbage in the laboratory.

"Do you like roses?" lontar Kahfi saw Icha smilingly staring at one rose stalk.

Icha nodded quickly while throwing a smile.

"But, actually I'm still a hobby of cactus collection" Icha replied.

"What a beautiful cactus" Kahfi said.

"The cactus has a good philosophy, it can survive in very hot, tough, strong, independent plants, although it can not be of special attention it still survives for survival," said Icha her eyes glare.

"I have to transform into a cactus in order for someone to like me" Kahfi joked, making Icha laugh.

"It turns out you can be funny too" said Icha.

After completion they return to class to follow the learning that has been running.

Already home?

One message Kahfi sent to Icha.

Icha directly contacted Kahfi by phone.

"Oh, I think go straight home" Kahfi replied.

"Is there anything important?" tanya Icha was curious and somehow felt disappointed by Kahfi's previous answer.

"There's nothing at all. About how long?"

"Maybe an hour or so" Icha replied.

"Working at home or at school?"

"School, if you want to join please," bargained Icha.

"No, God willing, I'll meet you after the show's over. I closed yes, assalamualaikum," said Kahfi.

Again, Icha's feelings were so disappointed, Somehow she hoped Kahfi would accept her offer and join in a simple meatball dinner for her classmate, "Ya waalaikum salam," he disconnects the call and puts the phone in his pocket.

"I salat asar first, then meet Pe'i," exclaimed Kahfi went to the musala to carry out his duties as a Muslim.

Ten minutes later he went to find his friend who was participating in futsal training activities.

Kahfi smiled as the figure he was looking for turned out to be directly met at a crossroads near the futsal field.

"You want your kemane?" lontar Pe'i's.

"You seek you" said Kahfi.

"That's coincidental. Ade need ape?"

"Borrow dong's motor," pinta Kahfi.

"Lu bise naek motor?" lontar Pe'i's.

"Can."

Quietly Kaffah and Kahfi usually learn the motor owned by mbak Darsih one of the household assistants. Both Delmira and Zaidan banned their two children from riding motorcycles before they were 17. Not about safety, but for safety.

"You want to do something?"

"Can't you?" kahfi asked without answering Pe'i's question earlier.

"Lu udeh permission ame Kaffah belom?"

"He still has martial arts. Next week he said there will be a race" replied Kahfi.

"Oh..," said Pe'i with just one word.

"Now, want no pinjemin?"

Pe'i smiled slightly, "Review loh, ati-ati you bring the white, can't be nyang scuffed not a bit!"

Pe'i reached into his pants pocket and handed him the keys.

"Thanks," replied Kahfi his foot twisting stepped away.

"Remember not to get scuffed!" pe'i exclaimed back, while Kahfi was far from his standing position.

Without turning back, Kahfi raised her hand and showed two thumbs as a gesture of assuring Pe'i's pinta.

Kahfi's eyes twisted looking for the figure of the white, Pe'i's favorite motorcycle who always accompanied him to school. Actually, the school also restricts motorized students to the school. Pe'i was always quiet when there was a school motorcycle raid. School regulations only allow students with SIM, which is allowed to bring a motorbike or four-wheeled vehicle into the school parking lot.

Kahfi came out on a motorcycle, not forgetting he was wearing a helmet for driving safety.

The purpose of Kahfi out is to find an ornamental plant store.

He recalled, the ornamental plant shop he often passed when he went to school.

Far away from school, it took 20 minutes to reach the site. Kahfi immediately looked at the collection of ornamental plants sold there.

"Sir, is there a cactus?" lontar Kahfi because he had not seen the plant.

"Sorry Dek, the cactus just happens to be empty, from yesterday a lot of the nyari was a plant and from the supplier has not sent the item," replied the plant seller.

"Oh, if you may know, besides here, is there another place that sells cactus sir?"

"Wow, I don't understand Deck" he replied.

"Then, excuse me sir, I'm trying to find somewhere else" Kahfi said.

The duck motorbike was back on the road. This time Kahfi chose a rather quiet road. He slightly forgot to remember, around the place he would go, there were ornamental plant sales.

However, when entering the road, suddenly there is a bunch of motorcycles that come with a very noisy voice and a rough road.followed again a bunch of motorcycles with more numbers, he said, not only did they carry their bikes, they also carried sharp and dangerous objects, it seemed that they were brawling.

Kahfis seek safe passage, covering the roadside to avoid them. However, what happened, suddenly the mob attacked Kahfi with a brief, fast, and lightning. Instantly, Kahfi's body was shaken because it got a modification of the gear that hit his stomach.

Blood is spilled on the asphalt. Kahfi's body was weak. His hand kept holding his stomach.

His eyes began to fade, and they began to close as blood did not stop flowing from Kahfi's stomach.