MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
SUS

" … Especially for female students. Do not be easily inedible persuaded girlfriend. Because the one who will be harmed is you." Mr. Putro turned his body facing class X2, class Nia. "Yes, Yesenia? Careful courtship. How to enjoy youth is just as destructive as the future."

"I'm just worried, and I just want to keep it up." Denar put his spoon on the fork. "The real chowok won't touch you before it's halal." Denar looked at Nia. "And that real guy won't make you date. Because dating is an express path to adultery, Dek."

"He's a jerk know not. It's only natural that you can't see let alone fret." Monica immediately sucked her red bean juice which had just been delivered by a waiter.

DUG

"Aw," cried Nia.

Nia rubbed her head that had just hit the bed. Apparently dreams. Dreams that either fall into the category of bad or vice versa. Nia sighed as she pulled back the blanket. There was still another eighteen minutes left before Nia's alarm rang. But instead of using those eighteen minutes to leave early for school, Nia was swept away in her dream just now.

Nia murmured, "Omongan Pak Putro, Brother Denar same Brother Monica really. But what if I make a decision?"

Right, Nia has already made up her mind. Nia was steady married to Zaim later when she was twenty. What about blessing? It didn't matter as long as Ushi who was Nia's biological parent gave the green light. So there was no problem either with the physical contact Nia had with Zaim all along. Moreover, the physical contact they make is reasonable in the age of moral crisis as it is now.

"And which girl can resist a pro Zaim Alfarezi?" Nia rolled over in excitement. "The lips are soft omg-omg. Then, his body was full of geez, geez …"

Nia rolled on the bed while continuing to spill her heart, without ever knowing if there were many cctv hidden inside the super luxurious residence. Eighteen minutes passed, Nia ended her silence and prepared for Monday. Nia is already looking forward to meeting Zaim to see what sexy suit Zaim will wear as well as how many buttons his shirt will open today. Yet.

" … There's a little problem in my branch. That's why I can't take you to school." Zaim's sexy voice was clearly heard over the phone.

"It's okay."

"Thank you, Honey. Later Mr. Ucil who will nganter you to school yes."

"No need. I'm gonna take the train. It's still morning. If you go to the other side like to be told to picket."

"But to the station was escorted by Mr. Ucil?"

"Yes yaudah."

"Yes. You have breakfast before the road."

"Yes-yes." Nia opened the curtain, peeking at Zaim who had just gotten into the car. "You are there you walk."

"Yes. I love you."

"I love you."

Nia ended the call while ushering in Zaim's quiet departure from the third floor. Today Zaim is wearing a sexy gray suit, but how many buttons did his shirt open? Trivial, yet very important questions for Nia's mood throughout the day. Nia also headed to the dining room, eating breakfast that Nur had prepared and the servants from the sun still snored.

"Oh, I forgot."

Spontaneous Mr. Ucil stepped on the brake. "Forgot what, Non?"

"Forget the same premiere ticket as Zaim."

"How do you do, Non?"

Nia sighed. "What the hell, Mr. Ucil. I want Zaim's nyamperin in his office. I'm late for school."

"But it's important, Non, what was that ticket called?"

"Premier, Sir. It matters. Deadline is telling him today. If not."

"How can't you?"

Nia smiled forcefully in response to Mr. Ucil. "It's okay, sir. To the station."

"Tell right, Non? If you want to follow Den Zaim to his office I'm the daughter back."

"No need, sir. Go to the station."

"Okay, no."

Along the way to the station, Nia shuddered at the consequences of her senility. Ikbal would have complained to Ushi if Nia had gone to Zaim's residence at midnight. Stay anyway. Lothawat! The white sedan that had passed the snail finally arrived at the station. Nia was about to remove her seatbelt, but the sight ahead made her sit back in position.

"Well, Brother Denar who is it? Her boyfriend-time? Is Brother Denar dating?" nia asked in her heart while looking at Denar and a hijab-wearing woman getting out of the car.

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

One month of being a student at Andalan Teladan High School makes Nia realize if the person who holds the title of primadona is not her or Vina, but Denar. Yes, it turns out Denar is not only handsome from the outside but also from the inside. The reputation of a Denar Djajadi at Andalan Teladan High School is incredible. Not only handsome, well-established and polite, apparently Denar is also a dream priest.

" … I became diligent in praying dhuha sama dzuhur tuh because Mr. Denar who ngimamin," explained my compatriot Nia with a blushing face.

"You know what his nickname is here?"

Nia and Vina compactly shook their heads in response to my countryman Nia.

"Biksu Tong Sam Cong," replied my compatriot Nia and Vina together.

And once again. Justjust wonderful. Indeed, the reputation of the Principal of Andalan Teladan High School is so extraordinary that it is juxtaposed with the monk Tong Sam Cong who, according to the story, is, it even only passed when it saw a naked woman writhing like a caterpillar before its eyes. But instead of showing off the look of a blushing face, Nia and Vina instead smiled forcefully.

"Your drive is the same Mr. Denar, Yes."

My dear friend Vina chimed in on my dear friend Nia. "agree-agree. Let Zaim Alfarezi be equally merciful, Yes. That's when married to Zaim Alfarezi he can be cured."

Vina cleared her throat, "Aren't Mr Denar old?"

"New thirty-two," said my colleague Nia. "Mending is the same as older people. Zaim Alfarezi was born. Keep saying you guys already deket from you still small ba–"

"Have you both learned about sociology?" sela Vina's. "Gue Denger from a laen class who does not understand pr will be given an impromptu quiz."

My friend Nia moved. "Well, why did you just say anything, Vin? If that's me first. Nought. I pay for my food."

My friend Vina put money on the table. "Gue is also down. We'll continue to talk."

Vina sighed. "Don't take heart, Him."

"Not at all." Nia sucked out her fantasy milk ice. "Gue even felt that Kak Denar was sus*."

*Sus is used as an acronym of the English word “suspicious” or “suspect” which means suspicious or suspect. It is a slang word that is also used to say that a person or thing should not be trusted.

"Eh? How same? At first I b. But when we had lunch together, I just felt she was sus."

"Gue's seen Denar's sister at the station."

"What?" Vina reflexes screaming. "For what? It's not possible, Him. He's Tong Sam Cong's monk, Tong Sam Chong's monk."

"Oath. Girl wearing hijab. They ride goc*r because there is a goc*r sticker on the car they ride in."

"Duh, start kepo on me. You too, right?"

There was no reply from Nia, but Vina knew from Nia's trembling gaze, Nia agreed to her invitation. They started spying on Denar. But their spy action did not go smoothly because Denar who rarely came out of his room. Finally they had to follow Denar after school. Unfortunately nothing strange. Denar is really Tong Sam Cong's monk!

But on the fourth day, there was a slightly colored Denar activity. That day Denar received a guest of a hijab-wearing woman. But the hijab-wearing woman did not enter Denar's apartment. The hijab-wearing woman was seen walking away after giving Denar plastic fast food. Denar without hesitation immediately closed the door of his apartment.

"It turns out Mr. Denar was actually Tong Sam Cong's monk, Nya."

Nia nagging. "You know, we end up here."

"agree. Now ki–, uh, that's the girl who was back again dong. Record, Him, record the spit."

Nia hastily activated her phone camera. The hijab woman returned to Denar's apartment. But this time the woman did not press the bell but directly entered the password. That's Jakarta. The scene that Nia was now recording was no longer a taboo. Because the eastern culture that we should pass on to posterity has been eroded away by western culture.

"Angyr. That girl why everything tick the bell if you know the password of Pak Denar dih's apartment."

"That's very true." Nia looked at Vina. "Btw the walls of the apartment are soundproof, right?"

"Seriously you're the same as me who for seventeen big years in Bojong Kenyot Village?"

Spontaneous Nia. "It's wrong."

"Emang you want to say that the walls of the apartment are not soundproof? Why?"

"Let's go. If you can get it all. Let the plong gituloh this kekepatan."

Vina nodded. "Gue got an idea."

"Fix perverted."

"It's my idea straight, you won't be the same Zaim Alfarezi ya please."

Nia is back. "OKay-okay what?"

Vina grinned before whispering something to Nia. And, officially implemented Vina's perverted idea, when Nia also grinned.