The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
Zafir Ashraf Hayyan's

The noisy voice on his left right was unable to make Salma take his eyes off of this young man in front of him. High body and athletic body. The nose is sharp and skinned without blemish.

"Surprised by my presence, miss?" chirping with a sweet smile.

Salma glared after clearly seeing who this human in front of her was. "ZULKIPLI??? Lo? What's in here?"

"Yes school is. You think you're going to sleep?" answer Zafir sewot.

Seeing the interaction they had made some of the students watching start whispering.

"Weh, do they know each other?"

"What's really all?"

"Huhu he's the son of the foundation's chairman. My idol is the same as the others."

"Don't the one posted a few days ago on Twitter was Salma?"

"Yes, I saw again in his last post, he hit the account Salma deh."

"By?"

Meanwhile Zafir doesn't care. He remained indifferent to hearing it. Now he just wants to focus on Salma.

"Lo come with me. And back to class. Rest later you come to the BK room," he said, which made the hordes of students now split began to busy with their respective activities.

Salma looked at Zafir's back in wonder. "Lo take me where is Zulkipli?"

Zafir sighed. "Change. Do you want to go to class wet? The uniform is white today. You know what I mean. Want to make your self-esteem fall?" Salma lowered her head.

"Lo bring a change of clothes?" ask Zafir.

Salma nodded as well. "Bring, but sports clothes. Ceremony again. What is a sports ceremony?"

Zafir looks to be racking his brain. Soon he called someone to bring a change of uniform for Salma. Meanwhile, Salma was only paying attention to every move of Zafir.

"Lo owes me the same explanation" said Salma.

"Which explanation?" ask Zafir.

"Yes this? Since when did you go to school here? Two years of school here, I never saw you" replied Salma.

Zafir sat down in front of Salma. "Lo still want about me who is also on vacation in Turkey? While there, Grandpa told my father that the branch company in this city should be taken care of. Eventually my family moved here to settle down. And it just so happens that you go to high school, right, so I'm coming along."

"And about your status here?" ask Salma.

"Child of the foundation's chairman?" ask Zafir to make sure. Salma nodded steadily.

"That's a real thing. I am the owner of this High School. I also often come to the time of the school HUT event," he continued.

Salma scrunched her forehead. "HUH? The feeling is not there. I used to be OSIS, certainly contributing to HUT."

"Lo who didn't see it. Lupain already have thoughts," said Zafir.

Shortly after, a woman came to them. He thrust a uniform with long sleeves at the same time with his hijab. "Sister, the uniform you want" he said.

Zafir accepted it. "Thanks Le, you still have clothes, right?"

The woman named Alea nodded small. "This I still have this uniform and later there is also a sports schedule so be calm."

Salma stared at the interaction of the two. It was as if observing what was in both. Zafir who realized that also took a step.

"He's Alea my sister" he said, introducing Alea. Salma scrunched her forehead.

"Yes, the consort. It's when someone is breastfed by the same mother. But they were born from a different womb" Zafir continued.

"Can't you?" asked Salma who was getting curious.

Zafir scratched his non-itchy nape. "The story is long anyway. And the point is that, you change clothes first there."

Salma nodded and went to the toilet to change clothes. After Salma left Zafir and Alea were seen chatting.

"Lo moved here not saying anything" Alea said.

"It is not to say" replied Zafir.

"Him? Lo girl?" ask Alea.

"Gue go yes, before the ceremony starts" Alea said. Zafir nodded in response.

After a few steps away from the toilet. Alea sighed. Lamenting the impossibility that will never happen at any time. Because the universe does not approve.

'If you were the same I could be both brother. But baby we've been brothers since I was born. Universe, you are not fair, Alea said in her heart.

After the break bell went off Salma and Wenda were in BK's room. In accordance with their promise to Zafir.

"After I saw the school CCTV and got a statement from some students. I decided that you two were guilty. That's why I'll give you punishment. For you Wenda, a three-day suspension," said Ms. Rani as a teacher of BK.

Wenda did not accept the decision. "Mom? I don't accept. He only uses clean water, Mom. Should I be suspended?"

Ms. Rani looked at him sharply. "You think it's a trivial act? It was an act of bullying. If you don't want to be punished, don't look for it. Or do you want to do it directly?" Hearing DO's sentence made Wenda no longer argue.

"And for you Salma. You I give the penalty to clean the basketball court from today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow," he continued.

Salma glared at hearing that. The basketball court is quite wide and beside it there are trees that will definitely continue to drop their leaves.

"Mom? Nothing lighter than what?" tanyakanya.

"That's the lightest Salma. Or clean the entire toilet?" ask Rani.

"That's not mom. The field, deal yes," replied Salma.

"Yaudah deal. Wenda please go back to class. And you stay here. Because there is something I want to talk about" said Ms. Rani while pointing at Salma. Wenda also came out of the BK room with a sour face.

Salma scrunched her forehead. "Why mom?" tanyakanya.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time. I like to forget to tell you. So SPP you have been waiting two months. You told your dad yes. For payment leave it to the homeroom class," said Ms. Rani.

"Why didn't Rani say it straight away?" ask Salma.

"I've been texting your papa's assistant just the response is always busy. If you say it yourself, it might be a different story. So I ask for help with you, yes" replied Ms. Rani.

Salma nodded. "Yes, ma'am, excuse me. The bell in a minute's gonna sound."

"Yes go ahead."

Salma came out of the BK room. Leave a curiosity that is so stirred. During this time he never got a complaint about SPP who was late to pay.

'Ck yaudah deh later just say it to papa' he said in his heart.

At the end of the second-floor corridor right where the class is. Suddenly startled with Zafir who was suddenly beside him.

"Lo can't really ngaggetin people. I had a heart attack for a long time" Salma complained. Meanwhile Zafir was just showing off his row of teeth.

"Sorrys. Which class?" ask Zafir.

"Class XI.2" Salma replied briefly.

"I went to that class too. Together, ga si," said Zafir.

Salma shook her shoulders indifferently. "Why are you in class now? It should have been after the ceremony."

"Still males in class, canteen first. Power of transfer student," Zafir replied with a proud look.

"As far as you dah. My males, bye." Salma went ahead of Zafir.

Bu Citra as a teacher of Indonesian language learning entered the classroom XI 2. Salma looks enthusiastic because Indonesian subjects are her favorite subjects.

"Good day children today we have new students. I observed that this has shocked our school. Please come in" said Citra.

Seeing who entered certainly made Salma more lazy. Who else if not his annoying friend, Zafir.

"I'm Zafir Ashraf Hayyan. Hopefully we can be friends" he said, introducing himself. Instantly, the originally silent class became crowded. Especially the female students.

"Hush still. Zafir you can choose where to sit. There are two empty benches" Citra said.

Zafir nodded and walked towards Salma's table. "Gue can sit here?" tanyakanya.

"As for my Zulkipli I'm tired," Salma replied with a forced smile.

Zafir sat down at the table beside Salma. He was watching his friend. There was a disappointed expression he could feel.

"Lo gapapa?" the question that made Salma flinch.