The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 32 Green Light

"Aw... Astaghfirullah your blow hurts Misela?" Dzakir stroked his ailing arm and Dzakir regained his senses from his daydream.

Huh Misela? So I'm not dreaming?" Dzakir.

"Pak Dzakir daydreaming what the hell got called not horrified?." Misela.

"Astaghfirullah sorry to miss me too deeply on you Misela. I thought I was dreaming." Dzakir looked down in shame and stared at Misela's thesis. While Misela only smiles blushed with Dzakir's words.

"Wait for this your thesis? Why here?" Ask the astonished Dzakir.

"Yes, I would like to ask Mr. Dzakir for a correction and sign it. Yes, I want to ask for the shredding of the thesis that I have made with great difficulty." Answer Misela who is still standing on the side of Dzakir's desk.

"Didn't you say change the supervisor at that time?" Dzakir began to open a pile of sheets Misela's thesis.

"Where might I change my supervisor." Misela replied with a smile.

Dzikir glared reading the section of the offering chapter. There's Mudzakir Alfaruq's name there. His name is listed as a special person for Misela.

"This what does it mean my name is here? But wait, something weird like?" Dzakir remembered something strange.

"What's so weird, sir? I wrote the wrong name, right? Or is the title wrong? Or is there a title I haven't written yet?" Misela replies, pretending she doesn't know and nothing happens.

Dzakir still thinks hard. He forgot himself that for more than two months Dzakir was on the verge of confusion and longing even Misela had never guided the thesis and said that the ACC had replaced the guide to the rectorate now suddenly Misela appeared in front of him and asking for signatures even his name is listed as a special person in Misela's thesis.

"Missle Metina?" Dzikr called out in a soft and soft tone.

"Yes ready sir what should I fix." Misela answered while still smiling but closed with one hand.

Misela held a deep laugh. It seemed like Dzakir was beginning to realize something he had been hiding all along.

"Are you pranking me? You're mocking me now?"

Dzakir was still sitting down staring at his name on the Misela text.

"Astaghfirullah where dare I sir. Why am I mocking a teacher. I may not pass the exam."

Misela's tone was very spoiled especially while holding back laughter made Dzakir anxious and could not bear to hug Misela's body. It seems that currently Dzakir is already very aware of what happened.

"Misela don't make me forget to control this body of mine. You've been pretending to be amnesiac all this time, haven't you?" Dzakir still refrained from standing up and looking at Misela.

"The cook sir. Did I ever pretend to forget?" Misela's style of speech made Dzakir more anxious. Dzakir was standing opposite Misela and in her arms Misela's body which he had missed for more than two months.

Misela stared and rounded her eyes to her surprise. He did not expect that Dzakir would be that determined. Misela let her body be hugged by Dzakir. Luckily, there was no one but them in the room.

After being calculated long enough Dzakir realized the error he was doing. Dzakir glared and immediately released his embrace and turned his back to Misela in shame.

"Maf Misela. You are so adorable. I-I mean I forgot myself I didn't mean to be presumptuous. So right all this time you just pretended to forget and purposely made me in the dustbin?"

Dzakir nervous. Ahirnya Dzakir set his breath so as not to look embarrassing gelagat.

"Hmmm sorry sir if all this time made Mr. Dzakir worried. I did it intentionally. I deliberately chuckled and pretended to forget about Father."

"Why did you do that Misela? You know I've been so tormented all this time, huh?" Dzakir suppressed his voice but it still sounded soft in Misela's ears.

"The color if Mr. Dzakir continues to approach me my thesis will never be finished because my brain only has the name Mudzakir Alfaruq M.Pd."

Really at this time Dzakir felt floating hearing Misela's words just now. That meant that her current self could already have Misela's heart completely. Misela gave her the green light. Dzakir really wanted to hug Misela again but he was repeatedly Istighfar in his heart.

"Misela today also I will propose to you even if necessary after the magrib I will say ijab qobul because your idah time is also over." With sincerity Dzakir proposed to Misela and looked at Misela who was bowed in shame.

"Will you marry me Misela Metina?"

Again, Dzakir did not have the patience to withstand the longing that had shackled him all this time. He wanted to immediately justify Misela.

"Please Mr. Dzakir I want to graduate first and graduate calmly. I don't want any rumors to go back." Misela answered in a tone so soft that it made Dzakir's heart really turbulent because of his anxiety.

"That means you accepted Misela's proposal?" At this time the heart and heart of Dzakir is not because it feels. It seemed like they were fighting and even wanted to escape from where they should be because they could not wait for Misela's answer.

"God willing I accept."

So polite and gentle was Misela's answer to Dzakir's question.

Dzakir also clenched his hands and jumped like a child who got rations of candy.

"Alhamdulillah…. Allahuakbar O Allah Almighty….!"

Dzakir shouted as well as his eel. He forgot that he was still in the campus. So happy, not-not-but her happy ranking until she is not controlled.

"Sir slowly….!" Misela tries to stop Dzakir's behavior.

"Thank you so much Misela. I'm really impatient. My hands have been very trembling Misela look at this hand want to immediately grasp your hands." Dzakir refers both hands to Misela because she is really happy so can not be expressed again with words.

"Already sir quickly sign my thesis. After that, I want the volume to be hunted later in the afternoon."

"Oh yes sorry - sorry I forgot. I gx can say nothing more. Abi and Umi must be happy to hear this news Misela."

"Already sir we discuss it later again cepet signature ah."

"Anyway, I'll take you home later said Aldian don't pick you up yes I'll take you home point."

Misela rolled her eyeballs. Dzakir was unceasingly speaking like a busy mother-in-the-giba.

"Astaghfirullah sir stop talking. Or I just go sign her sometime if necessary abis graduation." Misela again rolled her two eyeballs and let out a rough sigh.

"Hehehe yes yes sorry. You are very nervous if you really can't stand the pinches of your cheeks Misela Metina hmmmm."

"Sir…!" Misela raised her tone of voice.

"Yes yes do not sulk so more beautiful tau. I am getting more excited about it. This is my signature. How many need to sign?"

"Don't even pretend to be amnesiac, sir. It's not that you've gone through the signature of another student's thesis."

"Aren't you pretending to be amnesiac?"

"I'll just go, sir."

"Hihi duhh my future wife. Wait-wait just five minutes set signature set is fine. That's Abis we signed in the marriage book, right?"

Misela did not respond to Dzakir's chattering but closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands. Dzakir just smiled while signing the thesis that Misela proposed.

"Allah thank God for giving me this happiness."

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