The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 10 Because of Mang Ujang

"Hey why are you still sitting there so sweet? Come pray congregation. Don't listen to Adhan?" Call Dzakir from the doorway to take Misela to the mosque on campus.

"I have a guest again sir." The answer was short without looking back.

"Oh yeah? How many days is it?" Ask Dzakir back.

"Nine days old." Misela felt awkward about the question then twisted her body without getting up from her seat. "Wait for why you're being a kepo?"

"What's wrong people ask?"

"Yes, but is this man the man who's going into such trouble?"

"I also learned the science."

"What's the relationship with me?"

"I'll be late to congregate if it's a storm with you here. You don't go anywhere."

Dzakir left Misela for the mushola.

"Why is that guy so annoying anyway. But it used to be so not so great. Huh!" Misela snorted in annoyance. Again he had to obey what the lecturer said for the sake of his thesis.

Without continuing his frustration Misela slept on the table in front of him with her resting on both hands. Drowsiness suddenly just appeared. Of course it's time for a nap.

Thirty minutes have passed. Dzakir returned to the room after the congregational prayer. Dzakir smiled to see the woman in front of him was asleep.

"Want this hand caress your smooth cheek." Gunam Dzakir's.

Dzakir suddenly remembered Misela's answer earlier.

"If you are menstruating on the 9th day means you have not done your duty as a wife? Are you happy with your husband? Somehow the desire to have you deepens Misela. I feel so sinful that I want to take you out of your husband's hands." Dzakir said softly because he was afraid to wake up Misela.

Dhikr sat back down and knocked on the table Misela used to sleep on.

Tok

Tok

Tok

The surprised Misela immediately got up and positioned her seat back.

"Is this room your bedroom?" Ask Dzakir with a brush.

"M-m-sorry Sir." Misela looks nervous.

"Is it just an apology you can do?"

"How should I proceed, sir?"

"Eat this first."

Dzakir offered a food box containing Sony mang Ujang Misela's favorite meatballs. Dzakir knows exactly what Misela likes.

"For what Mr. Masyaallah is really a mood booster. Thank you, sir."

Without further ado and long thought Misela directly devoured her food. There is no sense of awkwardness or guilt. Keep going and keep him eating and occasionally drinking iced oranges.

"Take it after that you have a task. You know there's no way I'll give you that meatball for free."

Deg.

Misela should have thought before eating that meatball. Misela swallowed the meatballs inside her mouth.

"So this?"

"It's not free. Remember not GERATIS." Dzakir pressed his words.

"Might you do me dzolim." Misela continued eating.

"Dzolim how do I buy the most delicious meatballs in this Metro city and the price is quite expensive. You yourself eat it very well. Am I dzolim?"

Dzakir raised next to his eyebrows. Misela turned both her eyes.

"It is difficult for Mr. to talk to lecturers who understand the lecturer's article is always right. Just blame it on Mang Ujang making meatballs really good."

Misela continued eating.

"How can you be so disrespectful to your guidance counselor? You want your thesis pending?"

"I feel like I'd rebel." Bathin Misela's.

"Of course not sir. Thank you very much Sir for your kindness. I will surely repay this kindness of my father. Come on, you eat meat too. It's really delicious lo. If it's cold so it's not good sir seriously." Misela smiled showing her white teeth.

Dzakir also pursed his lips.

After their food runs out Misela cleans Dzakir's table.

"Now what should I do, sir?"

"You just sit with me."

"I sit and look at your handsome face and occasionally smile like a mistress, sir?"

"Why should I be a mistress if I am a legal wife?"

"Yes, you're still single."

"You insulted me?"

"Who insulted my father. That's a fact sir."

"I'm single because you're married to another man."

"That means we're not a match, sir."

"Who said many divorced after marriage."

"So you pray I divorce my husband?"

"Indeed I said that?"

"Which language?"

"Yes that one."

"Where do I repeat if I wish you a divorce with your husband?"

"So sir, the lecturer was never wrong."

"Follow me."

Dzikr got up from his seat and put on a work coat that was placed on his seat.

"Where is Sir?"

"Do you want your thesis done or not?"

"Yes sir wants to."

"Curry with me."

Dzakir and Misela headed for the parking lot. Dzakir opened the car door.

"Hurry in."

Misela came in with a leg before.

"This coercion is his name."

Dzakir approaches Misela. Now Misela's lips almost stick with Dzakir's cheeks.

"B-B-What do you want?"

"Pair up your seat belt you think I'm a pervert?"

Misela took a long breath.

"Later to be a moderator at my seminar."

"What Sir?"

"Your ears are still normal, right?"

"Yy-iya Sir."

On a long trip Misela saw a figure who was laughing happily when Dzakir's car stopped because of the red light.

Misela's eyes began to glaze over. On his side there is a lovebirds who are busy chatting even look very friendly.

Dzakir was surprised to see it. Dzakir was also hit because the teardrops managed to wet Misela's cheeks. Soon after, the green light was on. Dzakir had to drive his car because the horn from behind was very noisy.

"Are you all right?"

Misela covered her face with both hands. Between shame and heartache. Somehow not like that but the secret he will keep was even discovered by Dzakir.

Dzakir sidelined his car.

"Cry as hard and as you like if it makes your heart feel better."

Without thinking, Misela cried loudly.

Not that Dzakir kasian to him but Dzakir instead smiled because his mission to win the heart of Misela will be carried out. Dzakir stared at the woman before him.

Ten minutes passed. Misela began to fall silent and wiped her tears.

"How is it better?"

Misela just nodded.

"You can still be professional, right?"

Misela nodded again.

"All right, let's continue the journey.

The car that Dzakir was driving arrived at a luxury building with the characteristic siger Lampung on some parts of the roof and two statues of muli mekhanai standing upright on the side of the entrance.

"Let's go in."

Misela just follows Dzakir. The arrival of Dzakir was welcomed by several organizers and even the mayor of Metro and Lampung governor were already there.

The show started a few minutes ago. But the core event that will be filled by Dzakir is still around 20 minutes left so Dzakir gives direction to Misela to be a moderator. Of course Misela is a smart woman she can do that easily. A standing ovation led to the seminar.

"Thank you so much for taking your time Mr. Mudzakir. The seminar was amazing. Moreover, the moderator is very professional. Is she your future wife?"

"Just pray, sir."

"Maha."

Laughter of the Mayor of Metro and Lampung governor was broken by the answer from Dzakir. After that, Dzakir said goodbye to go home because it was already afternoon.

"You are smart and talented. A lot of people praised you for being a moderator."

"Thank you sir."

"You I'll raise as an ashdos from today."

"But Sir?"

"There is no rejection. Let's go home."

Dzakir passed by and stepped his foot out of the building.

"This runyam's rascal." Bathin Misela's.

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