The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
Four True Friends

The morning before 8 o'clock, Ziah and his companions were ready. As always, go to college together.

Ziah drives his own motorcycle. Ulli is in contact with Tita using the Ulli motor. But this time, it was Tita's turn to piggyback on Ulfi. Anto himself drives his big bike.

After a journey of less than 30 minutes. Ziah and his companions are seen entering the gates of their campus. And they immediately parked their respective motors to the special parking area of students.

From the parking lot, they separated. Ulli and Tita head for the economics faculty room. While Ziah and Anto decided to go to the campus library first. They will be heading to their faculty room.

Arriving in the library, Ziah and Anto immediately look for reference books for their thesis material.

After getting the books in question. They choose to sit at one of the tables available in the perpus. Then they started to get busy with their books and laptops.

I don't feel like time goes by so fast. Suddenly Alarm adzan reverberated from Ziah's phone. 'Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar...' And simultaneously made all the students who were near him look at him sharply.

Quickly, Ziah turned off the alarm. Then cupped both hands in front of his chest. While throwing his sweetest smile towards all those students. As a sign of forgiveness to the students.

Both students and students who had been a little angry, because they were disturbed. As soon as I saw the sweetest smile from Ziah. Which seems to describe the softness and tranquility of the soul of the owner. They hypnotize everyone who sees them. 'Males...' That anger flew off somewhere?! Change with a sweet smile towards Ziah.

Because the Dzuhur prayer time has arrived. While the task feels awkward, if it must be postponed until tomorrow. However, Ziah also did not want to delay his prayer time.

Ziah seemed to think a little while tapping his chin with the tip of his index finger. Then decided to leave his laptop and all his belongings there to Anto. He wants to perform Dzuhur prayers at the campus mosque. And will alternate with Anto, after. Then continue with the pending task.

After the time shows at 13.47 WITA. Ziah and Anto end their work. I decided to go home because I had to work part-time. To meet daily needs and help with tuition.

On the way to the campus parking lot. Ziah and Anto talked lightly.

"Zi' How do you feel about the trial?" ask Anto

"Eeemm, how are you?! Why why?" ziah asked back.

"Not why, either. It's just, every time I remember that...I feel nervous Zi'...!" honest Anto.

"What then? Just relax a few times." said Ziah confused and tried to entertain.

"You can relax. Because you are a smart woman and never feel nervous if you have to speak in public. Well I. rarely speak in front of the public. So, I feel really nervous. Moreover, he will talk in front of people who are smart and clever. Hm.." explained Anto and slightly sighed at the end of his sentence.

"I'm just like you, Anto... Both are human and of course, I will also feel nervous. If you're dealing with people who have intelligence and ingenuity than me."

"But I always cover it with a smile. And think positive and always say firmly to myself, if 'I can!'. I repeated those words until my level of confidence presented itself. That's the key to believing in myself." said Ziah revealed his secret at length.

"Well...just like that?!" anto asked a little doubtfully. "I will try it, hopefully your tips and tricks will work" he continued optimistically.

"You should practice often. Oh yeah, how about you try tonight? In front of Ulfi, Tita and I, you try to present the contents of your script. How's it?" ziah

"Hmm. But... later, I was betrothed again with Tita." said Anto prejudiced.

After they arrived at the motor park. Ziah immediately invited his best friend to go home to their contract.

"okay... Come on!" anto replied casually while riding his bike. Likewise with Ziah riding his own motorcycle.

Elsewhere, in Ziah's rented house. Tita and Ulli had just finished cooking the food. For lunch the four of them. And serve it on the dining table.

From the outside, exactly from the front page there was a roar of motor sounds coming. "That's them coming." said Ulli

After parking their bikes. Ziah and Anto enter the house while saying "Assalamualaikum.!" greetings...!"

"Wa'alaikum salam." said Uldi and Tita simultaneously from the direction in the house.

"Wah. No teachers, right?" ask Anto relax. While his hands outstretched want to pluck the fried tempe that had just been brought by Uldi who passed in front of him.

Plakkc...

"Oh, it hurts Ul'...!" said Anto in pain. While rubbing his hand right dibekasan Ulfi hand punch.

Ziah and Tita just smiled amusedly watching the small quarrel between their two friends. It's like Tommy and Jerry.

"Makanya.wash your hands there first! Don't just come from comot. Your hand is a lot of virus know...!!" ulfi was upset.

"Just kid! My hands are clean like this too. Where could there be a virus?!" said Anto sewot.

"You think a virus can be seen with the naked eye so! That's why you often have stomach pain, it's because you're slovenly. I do not wash my hands before touching food. Wash your hands first!!! Just can eat." said Ulli firmly.

"Yes... I wash my hands first. Very chatty indeed.kayak stepmom!" anto Cibir. While stepping towards the sink to wash his hands before eating.

After lunch along with the menu as it is. Ziah and his companions entered their rooms. As always, they will be ready to go to their respective workplaces.

The four friends are already working part-time. From the beginning they went to college. Because they come from a family whose life is all mediocre. But they want to continue their higher education. And want to change the fate, to be better than the fate of their parents. Which can only be a farmer, because it has an education until First High School only. Except for Ziah's father who graduated from Vocational High School.

Ziah, Ulli, Tita and Anto have been best friends since entering elementary school. Even First High School and Vocational High School. They kept one school, just different majors. Because different ideals and dreams.

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