Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Husband-to-be?

Nana hasn't been to school for three days. The study event for the mother was agreed on only three days.

At this moment, Nana was already preparing to leave for school. Don't forget he had breakfast with fried rice made by bibik.

"Nana's leaving Bik."

"Yes, be careful of the non."

"Oh yeah, call the kids, tomorrow the store opens it's okay."

"Non sure?"

"Yes, kill them if they have a holiday. Later that night, Nana checks the bookkeeping shop."

"Yes non!"

Motor running at medium speed. Hah, I must remain in school spirit . For the sake of proud of my bundle.

"For Nana.." said Aurel, my friend Nana.

"For Rail."

"how are you doing better?"

"Yes, thank God."

Tet....

"Eh, come in yuk."

"Look!", Nana held her best friend's arm.

"Oh, you know, there's a new teacher" he said."

"Hem.", I said.

"That's the doang?", asked Aurel.

"What's the whole thing?"

"Your father's na."

Before long, a male teacher entered the classroom.

"Assalamualaik." Sapa Azka's.

"Walaikumsalam.", replied the children compactly.

I'm not focused on putting my book on the table. I haven't seen who's in front of the class replacing my old teacher.

"Good morning children, introduce my name Azka Pradipta Maulana Suryadi. You can call me Azka. I am thirty years old, my status is still alone...."

"Uuuuh.".", said the boisterous children.

"Na, look at the handsome teacher really know not. Still young, single anyway."

"What the hell is Rel..?", I asked ogah-ogahan.

"That's it, handsome teacher.", Aurel pointed to the adult man in front of the class.

The deg...! Our views clashed with each other?

"Om Azka?", my inner.

Azka also caught a glimpse of me.

"I miss one by one to get acquainted?"

"By sir.".", said the children compact.

Then Azka called our names one by one. But, my name just skipped.

"Tock...Najma is not absent sir?", exclaimed Aurel. I pulled his hand down.

"Oh.iya, sorry maybe my eyes are less observant. Najma Aksyaira Gustiawan?"

I looked up at him. Well, here's why people have to get mutated in my school. Pretending not to know what? Ah, what a matter of my life.

"We started today's lesson."

The lesson begins, everything is going right. There was no interaction between me and Azka. Let it be, maybe it's best if we don't know each other.

Finally the time to go home from school arrived. I'll rush home to check the bookkeeping of your cake shop. I'm used to helping with my bookkeeping, so there's no problem for me.

I walked to the school mosque. It's my custom, before I go home I'll pray at school first.

The atmosphere is starting to fade. At three o'clock in the afternoon, azan ashar was already reverberating. I also prepared myself for ablution.

Again, I looked at Azka. Why the hell, meet him mulu?

"Na...!", said Azka. I nodded slowly.

I left her too. Apparently, I had missed out on the previous priest.

Forced, I congregated with diimami om Azka. Indeed, it is not only me who is the congregation. Again, our eyes clashed again.

****

"Nana!", call Sam sir.

"Yes sir," I said approaching him.

"Take me to the office. The secretary also wants to see you."

I nodded, trailing behind him. I saw three o'clock past twenty minutes.

Sam and I got to the department room.

"Sore sir." I greeted the captain who was sitting on his couch.

"Eh, it's Najma's afternoon, Sam sir. Please sit down."

Sam and I sat in front of the secretary.

"Before, I am sorry for ya Na", said the secretary. I nodded as well, smiling little.

"I would also like to congratulate you on your victory in this Olympics. We've been proud of our school."

"Yes sir, the same. It's also thanks to Sam's guidance." I'm the lyrics of Sam sir who seemed to be sitting quietly. Like I don't hear compliments from you.

"Look Na. As a thank you, the school will give you a student duty. So, during this one semester until your test is released from all forms of school fees. Moreover, now you ..sorry.I am an orphan, so the policy of the school take it as it.''

I took a deep breath. Yes, even though I am an orphan but God willing I am still able to pay for school and also my life.

"Not that we meant to shrink you, Na. We know you from a family can. This, just the school's policy."

"Yes sir, I understand. Thank you so much for caring and caring for me."

"Jama-sama Najma.Just we should be very grateful to you."

Finally, our stale base ended. I resigned to two influential people at this school.

I'm heading for my motorcycle parking lot. Ah..shit, my motorcycle tyre is flat. Why is it like this? Where was the afternoon. Is there still a workshop open? I scratched my own nape. Suddenly there was a baritone voice that I knew approaching me.

"Why Na? Not home yet?", he asked.

I looked towards that voice. Azka is behind me.

"Yes, it was called the chief."

"Oh...keep on, why are you still standing here?It's late afternoon, home."

"Em.that's, my motorcycle tire deflated om. Where is there a workshop that is still open."

"Oh, yes, I have. You just use my bike." Om Azka thrusting his motor key.

"Huh? No need to, thanks. Later Nana can push forward, but still open the workshop."

"Udah, it's okay. We're tukers for the motor. Tomorrow morning, we can tuker again.I also will not sell the motorcycle Anisa gave to you."

"It's not like that, I just don't feel good about it."

"Why not good, I'm your future husband." Azka crouched down beside my bike.

What say? My husband-to-be? I just haven't said agree or disagree with your will. Very confident he said it.

"Why? The reality is so Na?", Om Azka looked at me from her squatting position. I was standing next to him.

"No need to bother, here. Soon, what I have is yours too."

I was surprised to hear the words of this adult man before me.

"Go on, go straight home. I'll be at your house later tonight. I know I'm handsome. No need to be fooled like that. You're the only one who hasn't noticed it in the last three years."

Oh Allah, I did not think this was the original o Azka. How can you stay in a relationship with her that long? Is it for this reason also the mother is always stalling for time to receive a proposal om Azka?

"Here, don't think. Your mother only thinks about your future, never thinks about herself."

O Allah, can Azka read my mind. If you're here with him for too long, he might know all the contents of my mind.

"Okay om, here's the key I accept. Before thank you."

"Yes, you're welcome."

I also rode the Azka om motorbike, the Nmax motorbike was black.

"Excuse me, assalamualaikum." I put forward motor om Azka.

"Greetings hallaikum."

Azka grabbed her phone.

"Jang, to SMA bakti. Bring the mechanic. Motorcycle tire deflated."

"......."

"Yes, the spit."

Azka told her papa's men to bring Najma's motor. Azka himself returned to use an online taxi.