The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 22 Gossip on Campus

The weather this afternoon was so hot that it made many people feel thirsty and filled the atmosphere of the green campus cafeteria where Misela attended.

Likewise with Misela who really wants to order her favorite avocado juice in the cafeteria. But when it approached the canteen her steps in stop Erlina his best friend with a slightly grim face.

"Miss? Wait-wait. You're going to buy avocado juice, right? You wait in the mushola just let me buy you avocado juice."

"Why have I returned to the mosque? Why are you suddenly so soft Er? But weren't you from the cafeteria just now?"

"Em it's just that I also want to buy candy so all of you just forgot. You went to the mosque just wait for me there is hot."

"Yes, we went to the cafeteria together why we had to wait in the mosque anyway. Let's go."

"But....!"

Misela pulled Erlina's arm forcing her way into the canteen. Both are right at the entrance to the canteen. As Misela and Erlina's footsteps were about to step inside Misela saw a strange spy watching her.

"How could they see that I hate that?"

"Ah feeling you've hunted pesen avocado juice in the wrap just don't drink here."

Misela also ordered two glasses of avocado juice at the cashier.

"Well, look at the widow, the brave flower also entered the lecture again. You have a face too." Someone from the side of Misela shouted at her.

Misela looked for the source of the voice.

"Your cell is beautiful let alone wrapped in your syar'i looks once you are right but how could you be dirty heart do not expect the same as your appearance." Saut one more person.

"Keep watch your mouth guard your mouth." Erlina said annoyedly.

"What do you mean you're talking about? I don't understand at all?" Misela.

"The entire campus already knows Misela that you have divorced your newly married husband one week because he is poor and now you deketin our tajir lecturer Pak Mudzakir wahh is amazing you Mentang-cellthe beautiful sun."

"What?" Misela was surprised.

"We think you're a good guy, and Cells are crazy about you matre abis. Keep his target Mr. Mudzakir again great lu Sel serela you high too ya."

"But that's not true!" Misela pressed her voice.

"All the bad guys do good to Misela. Why is there a prison? You're so crazy, Cell, you better not go to college here cell than you at bully one campus."

"Maybe we're one class with women like you. Yuk ah we go."

The three women who had just spoken rudely with Misela left just like that to make Misela wonder who spread such cheap gossip.

"Er they said mas Rangga poor then I divorced and approached Mr Dzakir? It's crazy that they don't know the real thing. Who is spreading this rumor?" Misela looks a little angry.

"Then I said you didn't go to the cafeteria."

"So you know this rumor?"

"Udah from a few days ago this rumor existed. It wasn't this bad."

"Can't be this Er isn't real."

"But almost everyone on campus is talking to you."

"The thing that's being said isn't really Er."

"gue doesn't know either. But I suspect Sellyn."

"I'll talk about college again."

Misela and Erlina walked into the classroom. Since the trip from the cafeteria to her third-floor class, Misela felt uncomfortable with the eyes that saw her cynical. Everyone was very friendly to him before. If you meet for sure with a sweet smile greeting Misela.

"That's because everyone's gossip is different from me. It's like a college campus so I know Er."

"Udah do not take a sibutramine."

College hours are over at 5 pm. Misela and Erlina return to Mr. Cipto's house.

Just now they were sitting knocking on the door of the house delaying them to talk about the serious pending matter earlier. Misela opened the door.

"Sir Dzakir?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What's the matter, sir, hasn't come home at this time?"

"It's for you the same Erlina."

Dzakir gave a paper bag that did not know what it contained.

"What is this sir?"

"I'll say goodbye first. Us..."

"Wait for Sir."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry we shouldn't see each other, sir. I just stopped being an asdos."

"Indeed why? What's my fault?"

"Mr is not wrong. It's just that I want to focus on the thesis sir."

"Your reasons are not accepted. Excuse me assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Dzakir is gone.

"Basically that's what the lecturer wants."

"Pak Dzakir likes you for sure."

"What a look?"

"He's the same attention you have."

"And I have rejected it so much as his attitude."

"Huh? Mr. Dzakir ever shot you?"

"Eh...!" Misela closed her mouth with both hands.

"You're playing with secrets, huh?"

"I'm sorry Er. So actually Mr. Dzakir at that time ngajak ta'aruf fitting I was still in pesantren."

"What's? And you refuse? You don't like Mr Dzakir?"

"Where are there any women in this world who do not like him. Handsome, smart even tajir twists."

"Why do you refuse Misela?"

"Er did you forget my position?"

"meaning?"

"Er Denger yes I am a child born without the figure of Er's father. I am a child of illicit deeds. You know they all call me bastard right? You imagine if I was married to ustadz Dzakir at that time how embarrassed they had a daughter-in-law like me Er and the family Mas Rangga who from the ordinary people just did not like it and Mas Rangga also immediately divorced me thinking I had not kept my honor as my mother did. You know that my mother Er is just a victim?"

Misela shed tears. Erlina hugged him. The atmosphere that afternoon was so bad.

"I'm sorry you have to remember that sad thing. I won't ask anymore. Sorry I didn't mean for you to cry Cell?"

"Yes not papa Er. Mr. Dzakir is a good man. There are many righteous women out there who deserve to accompany her."

"But does Mr. Dzakir know about your life?"

"I don't know Er."

"Now we take a shower soon enough magrib time."

Misela nodded in agreement with the words of her best friend Erlina.

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