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I flinch at the words of the Fatwa just now. However, I immediately dismissed the awkwardness expressed by Fatwa. I am sure that Yudhis will not betray what we are building. It is still clear in my memory of how Yudhis struggled to gain my trust. So, should it all be broken just because of the talk of a crazy lecturer who does not know himself?

"It's late, you better go home!" I cast out the Fatwa blatantly.

"But, Res...." Looks like Fatwa is still trying to convince me.

"Resti drowsiness, tomorrow Res mo work," I said coldly.

"Huff!" Fatwa just threw her breath rough. "All right, I'll go home first. Take good care of yourself. Do not let love make you fall a second time" said the cold man.

Eits, what does this mean? Did he insinuate my attitude in the past?

I could only watch the Fatwa leave. Really, there was an unusual feeling, tickling my heart. I don't know, it's just .. what the man said, still ringing clearly in my ear.

I went back to the room and immediately threw my body on the bed. The job I had been living in because I had met that man, I had left. I have no mood to finish the job.

I closed my eyes, trying to get rid of the Fatwa sentence that kept buzzing in my ears. But, the more my eyes closed, the more clearly the hum echoed.

"Oh!" I snorted in annoyance and finally got up to go to the bathroom. Maybe njai is the best medicine to forget my turmoil about the awkwardness that the lecturer said.

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This is how I am, always never able to sleep whenever a problem comes. And finally, I woke up this morning. Because of the time, I forgot breakfast. At first glance I see, my mother just shook her head to take me away.

The school bell rang to coincide with my arrival in class. I immediately told the children to line up, and started preparing the materials. Just as I was about to put the phone in the desk drawer, suddenly the flat object rang. A notification of whatsapp messages coming in. I swiped the screen to read the message.

Assalamu'alaikum, Brother Chi...

Today we're working as a group, right? Waiting for lunch at Alhamda cafe. See you's.

Back I put that flat thing in the pocket of the blazer. After the children entered, I began to order a male disciple to lead the do'a. After that, the teaching and learning activities began.

Without notice, three hours had passed. At 10:30 minutes my class broke up. While waiting for lunch time, I worked on the class administration. Suddenly, my phone rang, I reached back from inside the pocket of the blazer. When I saw it, it was a call from my mom. I immediately shifted the green button.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!" my broom.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Sis, this is someone wearing really sexy clothes. He said Yudhis son's man, wanted to take the changed goods. What the fuck do you mean, huh, sister?" cerocos is my mom across the phone.

"Oh, that must be Yudhis secretary, Ma. Yes, he came to bring a pink paper bag in Brother's room. Can you please take Ma, the paper bag? It's in Brother's room, really," I said immediately remembered the words of Yudhis mas last night.

"Paper bag, what is it Kak, how can you tap it?" Mama asked back.

"Mas Yudhis bought clothes for Brother, but taker with other buyers at the cashier. I don't know either, anyway. It's not clear" I replied.

"Ish, you sloppy bastard. Yes, Mama hang up the phone" replied Mama

Without waiting for my approval, the phone connection has been cut off. "Based on mom" I said anxiously.

Time continued to pass, without feeling the dzuhur arrived. I immediately went to Mushala to pray. I don't want to make Citra and the others wait. Therefore, after the dzuhur prayer, I asked the permission of the headmaster to go home first. Luckily, Mr. Diman is not a difficult person to compromise with. He never complicates the need for permission as long as the reasons are precise and clear.

By using an online taxi, I went to the place that Citra had booked to do the task. I myself do not understand, why Citra chose a cafe for group work. It's not getting more concentrated. Yes, the atmosphere of the cafe, is certainly crowded. But, because my stomach thrashed asking for lunch rations, yes I just hold my protest. Perhaps this is the silver lining behind Citra's choice, hehehe....

It didn't take long, I arrived at Alhamda's cafe. He said, this is the most comfortable cafe for doing tasks, or for people who are mixing. Hmm, cook yes, anyway?

But, once I get there. The atmosphere of the cafe is very comfortable and also very beautiful. Many green plants both outside and indoors. In fact, in the middle of the cafe there is a fountain pool that gives fresh air in the room. Ah, it's really soothing. Address sleep this mah, if you are full of food...

The sound of Citra's cry greeted me as soon as I entered the cafe. He waved his hand from a fairly comfortable table and faced an artificial garden. I also immediately approached Citra.

"Where, eat first what directly nugas nih?" ask Zein, still my college friend as well.

"Eat first, yeah. Laper nih," I said as I landed the buttocks on the lesehan pillow.

"Okay, we just add the same order as Brother Chi, yes. You see, we ordered food first" Citra said.

"Oh, yes, I have. Let me call again his waitress" said Zein.

"No need, Zein! Let Brother go there. Go to the toilet" I concluded.

"I'm temenin, brother!" sahut Image's.

We went to the counter to order food. Arriving at the cashier's desk, nature's call could no longer compromise. I immediately asked Citra to order food.

"Where are you going?" shouts Image.

I just showed my little finger to answer Citra's question.

In a hurry to enter the toilet, on the doorstep I collided with someone until he fell.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry" I said as I reached out to help the woman stand up.

"It's okay" the woman replied.

"Sandra?" I shrieked softly when I realized that the woman was Sandra, the secretary of Yudhis.

"Y-mother?" sandra stuttered.

"What are you doing here?" my many.

"I'm having lunch, ma'am" Sandra replied.

But I can't hold back anymore. "Eh, excuse me, San. I'll go to the bathroom first!" Without waiting for Sandra's answer, I went to the bathroom.

A few minutes passed, ah relief it felt after urinating. I wash my hands and wash my hair. Realizing that I had made friends wait, I immediately went to meet them. But I haven't been to my friend's table. It was like I saw the figure of Yudhis sitting alone at a VVIP table. I approached him immediately.

A few more steps I got there. Suddenly, a woman drew the hand of Yudhis to stand up. I don't know what they're talking about. Mas Yudhis went to follow the woman who was none other than his secretary.

I immediately pulled out the phone from the pocket of the blazer. I'm calling Yudhis's number. After a few seconds of waiting, the phone is connected.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear," said mas Yudhis sounding a little nervous.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Sorry to interrupt the time. Mama said, Secretary Mas has arrived. But, he said he did not bring anything. Well, the clothes Chi made haven't been taken, have they?" ask me to make small talk while looking at the back of Yudhis who began to move away.

"Oh, yes .. that, anu.., he asked for the goods to be returned. Later, have you he returned after he received the goods, so he said Chi," said Mas Yudhis, stammered.

"Oh, that's it. Where else? Let's have lunch together, yuk!" ask me to whine while not letting go of the man holding hands with his secretary.

"Okay, sorry Chi. I was meeting with a client at the office. Next time yes, we set the time together, let's be romantic. It was a long time ago, Chi. I want to continue the meeting again. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam"

Seriate