The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 8. Everything has its wisdom

Results will never betray effort.

Sooner or later, your efforts will pay off.

Accept the challenge of enjoying success by doing the best you can.

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# Sherina POV #

My night this time is still the same as the previous nights, silent, lonely.

However, as dark as night, at least there were still stars that gave him light.

Much different from me, as her light was reluctant to make me shine in the dark.

Actually I was the one who always blamed the night, making the darkness the reason for my lonely heart.

For indeed, to see the darkness, I need not wait for nightfall, for in the quiet corner of my life there is darkness there.

Late night, there were no more footsteps of the mosque congregation who had been like a poem that enlivened my sunyiku, no more laughter of children who joke like a joke that entertains, no more, or no more chanting the holy verses that have calmed me down in this dark, narrow space.

At a glance I lyrics the clock on my phone, “Gosh the night is getting late and my eyes are getting harder and harder closed, my inner”.

Although the night was getting late, but the one lodged in my head seemed to be getting noisy, reminding me of the sad events of a few months ago.

(Flash Back On)

“Gibran, it looks like Naila is suspicious of our relationship,”.

It was time to go home from school and we were in the car heading to Gibran's apartment.

Scroll Gibran who knitted his brows, “Then? What's the deal with me?”

“Don't tell me you intend to tell Naila about our fake relationship?” continues asking.

I nodded, but seeing his hardened jaw I immediately turned it into a coil.

“It seems you don't like our fake relationship? Don't you feel happy with me? Are you free from Soraya now? Or is there someone else bothering you?" Ask Gibran.

Now replace me who frowned, “Do I deserve to be happy, if in fact this relationship is just a fake? Especially now isn't the other person who bullied me himself?” my inner.

I want to voice all my heart. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if she's jealous?

Gibran still kept looking at me, in my heart grumbling because the red light this time felt so long just because this man did not take his eyes off.

“What of all our togetherness, morning, afternoon, evening, even night, have you never felt anything different? Like you're comfortable with me?” ask Gibran.

But now he asked gently, making me glance at the sky, whether it might rain so hard that Gibran suddenly spoke softly to me.

“Hemmm.... Comfortable, I'm comfortable,” I said on the lips.

But in my heart, I kept grumbling, "Where would you be comfortable if you treated me like an assistant who follows you everywhere."

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It didn't take long, Gibran and I arrived at the apartment.

As usual, I immediately did my duty, went into his room to pick up dirty clothes and immediately into the laundry room to put them in the washing machine.

While waiting for the washing machine to finish with its task, I went around looking at the kitchen that turned out to be clean, then I went to the tv room and saw there was also nothing I needed to do.

I was going back to the laundry room but Gibran called me, “Sher.

Although I doubt I still follow the direction of his hand to sit close to Gibran.

“Sherina, how do I feel we've met before? How about you?” ask Gibran.

"What else is this?" my inner.

"Is he playing guess? or does he want to test me with a test? honesty test? personality test?" my mind guesses.

I shook my head, “Sorry Gibran, but I don't think we've met before,” I replied.

I saw Gibran's face flushed red, “What was my answer wrong?” my inner.

I didn't expect Gibran to get closer and closer and try to hug me.

I instinctively avoided Gibran's embrace.

Gibran growled, “What's your excuse now? I just wanted to hug my girlfriend," she snapped.

“While at the club you refused when I wanted to kiss you, I appreciated that. But this time I just want to hug you, but you still reject me, “ continued Gibran with a still rising voice.

My eyes began to glaze over and out of nowhere, I replied to Gibran. Loudly, my underscore screamed at him.

“I've told you if I have feelings for others. And our relationship is also just a fake relationship,” I explained boldly.

“Perset*n with this fucking fake relationship,“ he snapped.

“What do you mean? What do you want from me? ” Tanyaku. Not one bit did I weaken my voice.

Actually I'm getting tired of all the ambiguous attitude of Gibran.

I accepted she treated me like her maid because I felt guilty for refusing her kiss at the club and embarrassing her.

And now what else? Now he's back at me just because I don't want to be hugged by him.

What exactly does he want? All of his actions confused me.

I read Gibran reaching into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone.

I don't know what he saw, I saw one of his hands clenched with his white face reddened.

“Brengs*k," means.

I was aghast, my courage was lost somewhere.

With a vibrating body, I brought my face closer to her phone, “Ah, that, that was our underclassman at school. He said he got a job from the journalist club to interview students who participated in a smart race meticulously, and it just so happened that he met me," I answered honestly according to the incident 2 days ago.

Gibran was silent, I saw him typing something on his cell phone.

“Lying,” snapped.

"The boy claimed to have asked for your phone number and you gave him one" he continued.

"What's? did he find out the truth? It's crazy!" my inner.

"I'm not lying, how could I dare. I, I am being slandered," I replied insubstantly holding back tears.

“Si*lan, ugly appearance like this only but you dare to play with other men behind me,” he continued yelling at me more.

I became upset that Gibran kept blaming me for things I didn't do just returning him with a sharp look.

I can't believe my actions triggered his emotions.

With anger he destroyed all the things that were nearby made me more frightened and could no longer hold back the crying.

There were some pieces of glass scraping my leg. But I tried to hold back her pain, because it turned out that my heart heard her curse on me much more hurt.

Gibran gripped my chin violently, “Why? Why are you crying, huh? Don't try to mess with me Sherina,” he threatened.

“Should a geeky girl like you know if you can't mess around when dealing with someone like me,” he said.

He slammed my face violently and left me alone in his apartment with tears in his eyes.

(Flash back Off)

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I regret remembering Gibran, as a result tonight my tears continue to linger and this morning I woke up with puffy eyes.

“I better prepare now before the mosque worshipers start arriving for dawn prayers,”.

I realized that what I am using right now is a public tool, so that all my movements as much as possible I can do with maximum speed.

Dressing up as Nana the geeky is also not as difficult as it used to be, I just need to braid my hair without the need to comb it first, wearing a shirt with a buttoned collar part. Don't forget my eyebrows were deliberately irregular and the finishing touch is these big glasses.

After feeling all ready, I walked towards my prospective campus,”Aamiin, my inner”.

All sorts of prayers I had been sending out accompanied my steps which were about 100 meters away from the mosque where I was staying last night.

I saw the campus was still very quiet, but I expected it.

Of course because it is still less than 15 minutes away to 6 am.

I chuckled, remembering my intention of wanting to come while the campus was still quiet.

“I have to surround my prospective campus,” mutteredku.

Father said, that speech is prayer. That's why I keep saying my college, my college, my college.

According to the lecturer who I met yesterday actually the registration of new students has been completed, while what I follow now is the selection of outstanding students to get scholarships.

See the greatness of God? He brought me to Bu Ayu, the angel of help when I was almost desperate.

BRAKKKK!

“Jeez, what is it?”I screamed in surprise.

I ran to the source of the voice, then I saw a thick middle-aged woman trying to stand up after falling.

Immediately I approached and helped, “Makasih Mbak,” he said friendly and soft with a distinctive dialect.

“Iya.... Ehmmmm....,” I was a bit hesitant to call him what.

“Mbok Yati, call Mbok Yati aja Mbak,” next, which I reply with a nod.

After helping him somehow I became worried if I had to leave Mbok Yati alone.

Finally I expressed my intention to surround the campus, I instead followed Si Mbok, occasionally making him who was doing his job as cleaning service.

From Mbok Yati I know that he has been working as a cleaning service on campus for 30 years, and the last 2 years he chose to live in a university warehouse.

It is quite saving compared to if He survives in a rented house, he is only alone and also only He occupies to sleep. He thinks it's a waste.

His son has now graduated S1 and got a pretty good job in Semarang.

That's what Si Mbok might not be on campus for long.

I sighed, “Padahat I just liked chatting with Mbok Yati, many messages I could take from her story, my inner”.

But suddenly I realized something,

“Ehmm.... If Mbok Yati stops, it means that there is no warehouse to place dong, I can also get a job as well as a place to stay,” I mumbled.

“Indeed Mrs Sherina wants to work in place of the Mbok? You want Mbok to talk to the campus staff, the son of Mbok because it's been asking when Mbok stopped.” he lamented.

I nodded with great enthusiasm.

“I want Mbok, I want,”.

“Thank you Mbok,”,

“ Thank You Lord,” My Gratitude to The Almighty.

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