The Love Hypothesis
Eps 18s
Aisyah took her bag containing the teaching book from Mr. Dhiaz. He left the class feeling upset.
This morning, he was on campus. Replacing Mr. Dhiaz teaching was very draining of time, energy, and mind.
Upon his arrival in front, “Kak Aisyah,” shouted Sissy excitedly.
“Hey Sammy, why are you here deck?” aisyah asked as she walked quickly closer to the coach.
“Find Ai, all you want to see this campus. The plan eike want to continue here if you have graduated high school later. Deliberately, let eike can see kak Dhiaz continue.”
Aisyah immediately chuckled at Sissy's speech. “You exist-just any deck.”
“Cieee who is friends with waving men. To the extent that you want to have friends. Until the turn is so accompanied,” Ilham led on them both.
“Diana is a big brother? Crazy people huh?” Sissy stared cynically at Ilham.
“My class friend deck, I think again mabok. So his talk digresses that. Let's go home, we want to learn, right?”
“Come brother. Today we study at home akika.”
“Akika? Akika is this who you are? The house is close, right?”
“No, Brother Ai started again to misunderstand him. Akika that means I'm kak.”
“Oh, is that it? Means akika and eike, both mean me. Just get it now I'm on deck.”
“Woy bencong, what the hell is that talking? Your language is loh ciinn. Strange pake really,” shouted Inspiration then laughed loudly. Keysya and Ainur's laughter followed.
Sissy's ears turned red hearing the reproach. Aisyah held him back, but Sissy who was already on the verge of patience paid him no heed anymore.
Sissy approached Ilham with a clenched hand. “You want what you shayyy? Iihhh scared,” led Ilham with increasingly jarring laughter.
Sissy was silent, her punch was the one that returned the insult of Inspiration. His one hard blow now landed swiftly on the face of Ilham. The blow caused Ilham to bounce far back.
The student who was there laughed at Ilham, because he was easily defeated by the wooden man. Ilham's face flushed instantly from being laughed at.
He quickly got up to do
retaliation. But not yet hit, Sissy has managed to hold the neck of Ilham's shirt.
He held it up for a long time using only one hand. He then slammed it hard.
Instead of giving up and apologizing, Ilham was even more emotionally ignited. He stood up again to hit Sissy, but Sissy had already strangled him.
“Sam, already deck. Let go of her,” pinta Aisyah with a soft look.
Sissy finally released her grip from Ilham's neck. “I let you go because I was asked by Aisyah,” Sissy said in her original voice.
Sissy and Aisyah left Ilham, with a shame that Inspiration will never forget.
The two of them had already arrived at Sissy's house. “Today we learn martial arts, Ai. Kak Ai also definitely does not bring makeup equipment, right?”
“Iya deck.”
Aisyah still did not dare to wastefully talk. He knew very well, that Sissy must still be upset because of the incident just now.
“Now we learn to elbow neck and chin. The trick, first hold the opponent's hand. Keep using the elbow to press against his neck. That way the opponent will lose balance.”
Despite being upset, Sissy still taught Aisyah seriously. They continued to study for two hours.
While in Sulbar, the debate race was over. Mr. Dhiaz is getting ready to return to South Sulawesi tomorrow.
That is why, this afternoon he went to buy souvenirs typical of Sulbar.
Mr. Dhiaz left for the souvenir shop along with Acha and Miss Nadia. Along the way, their eyes are spoiled with beautiful scenery around.
Persawahan on the side of the road, shady trees, towering mountains that appear from a distance, are also no less amazing.
They are lulled with the natural beauty of Sulbar, so it does not feel they have arrived at the gift shop.
They now entered Sulbar's gift shop. Just entering, Mr. Dhiaz's eyes were fixed on the mini sandeq boat displayed there.
At first glance, Mr. Dhiaz immediately fell in love with the mini sandeq boat souvenir. Mr. Dhiaz then took one.
Suddenly he remembered Aisha. He then took another one, to be given to his super chatty assistant.
“The area does not want to be written deck? Just ten thousand for one write,” bargain the seller to pak Dhiaz.
“Means twenty thousand for two boats huh? Can.”
“Mau written what deck?”
“This is Dhiaz Alfahrezi, this is Aisyah. Do not forget to love the symbol of the heart, sir,” dahiaz sir's word with witnessed by Acha and Nadia ma'am.
Nadia's mother's face became gloomy immediately, knowing the sovenir that Mr. Dhiaz bought was intended for Aisyah.
Madam Nadia monologues in her heart. “Those years I've been familiar with Dhiaz, only this time I've seen him romantic to girls. Unfortunately he did this to Aisyah, not to me. Though I have always loved him very much, not Aisyah.”
Madam Nadia smiled wryly to cover her mound. “I want to go around first yes Dhiaz, later we meet in the parking lot.”
“I'm with ma’am,” Acha. He doesn't want to be alone with the cold Mr. Dhiaz.
After a few minutes of waiting, the salesman finally spoke again. “All ninety-one thousand pack.”
“Wow, great result sir. Dad's writing is very beautiful, as beautiful as the one with.” Mr. Dhiaz then gave a hundred thousand rupiah to the father of the seller.
“Alhamdulillah if adek like. Lucky for this Aisyah, loved by a considerate man like you deck.”
The seller gave a piece of money five thousand, and two pieces of money two thousand to Dhiaz sir.
“Take more sir. Please help pray for me and Aisyah to mate sir.”
“Alhamdulillah sustenance, thank you deck. I certainly pray that the good luck and lucky woman named Aisyah is a match.”
“Sama-sama sir.” Mr. Dhiaz smiled, then left the shop of the father of the mini sandeq boat seller.
Mr. Dhiaz went back around to look at the other sovenir. Before finally returning to the parking lot quickly, because he did not find a sreg sovenir to be pinned.
Madam Nadia and Acha have returned to the car with a lot of groceries. Mr. Dhiaz who had been waiting, just drove his car to the hotel.
The next morning, the sharp sun pierced through Mr. Dhiaz's room curtain slowly. The air-conditioned room became slightly warm because of it.
In the spirit of four-five, Mr. Dhiaz is getting ready. Finally, after a week has passed. He will drive his car home to South Sulawesi today.
On the way, he again remembered Aisyah when he saw many typical culinary Sulbar peddled along the way.
He parked his car to the edge, then went down. Acha and Nadia ma'am came down, they both went straight into the bag.
While Mr. Dhiaz, he took his salary. His call had already broken through Aisyah's mobile phone number.
“What else is sir?” asked Aisyah who was exhausted after doing solid activities all day.
“Nothing Aisyah. I just wanted to ask, do you like sweet or salty food?”
“Malah asked, like both sir.”
“What you like most Aisyah,” said Mr. Dhiaz by giving emphasis to the intonation of his voice.
“More like salty siiiiiiir.”
“Okay Aisyaaaah.” Mr. Dhiaz immediately ended his call.
“Dihhh, killed. Basic sir Dhiaz ga’je. Why would he call if he just wanted to ask me the taste of my favorite food? The effects of this damning mah. His brain is so it's rada-rada.”
Because Aisyah prefers salty foods, then Mr. Dhiaz bought her a lot of sambusa. Foods similar to samosa, Motu's favorite food.
If samosa contains boiled potatoes and spices, then sambusa contains tuna fish meat and slices of chives.
Mr. Dhiaz also bought a paranggi sponge for his mother. Bolu paranggi has a texture similar to steamed sponge.
Bolu paranggi is one type of sweet cake made from a mixture of wheat flour and palm sugar.
Not to forget, Mr. Dhiaz also bought a durable food to give to his coworkers. In order not to stale when distributed on campus later.
Baje’, a cake made from a blend of glutinous rice, grated coconut, and brown sugar. This durable cake is wrapped using dried banana leaves.
After that, Dhiaz returned to the car. He waited a bit like yesterday, because Nadia and Acha were still so busy buying typical Sulbar culinary.
“Ma’am, Aisyah who is it?” tanya Acha mumpung pak Dhiaz is in the car.
“Why did you ask that?” nadia asked mom back with her left eyebrow twitching.
“He he, just curious ma’am. Aisyah's her boyfriend, Dhiaz yah ma'am? You see, Mr. Dhiaz bought him a sovenir yesterday. Even just called her to ask her favorite food.”
“Aisyah is her assistant. Juniormu on campus,” replied Nadia ma'am with a thin tone.
“So curious to see Aisyah's face. How interesting the hell he is, until the killer Dhiaz sir he managed to conquer.”
“You think Dhiaz sir Constantinople, conquered.”
“Pak Dhiaz is like Constantinople ma’am. Only special and chosen people can conquer it. That's why I'm so curious about Aisyah. Surely Aisyah is very interesting.”
“Hush, don't discuss that anymore. Can be said if Mr. Dhiaz hears we're talking about it.”
“He he, okay ma’am.”
Mrs Nadia and Acha are now approaching Mr. Dhiaz in the car. They were sitting in the middle seat, because the ice man Dhiaz sir did not allow any woman other than the woman from his family to sit next to him.
Without waiting for a warning from Nadia and Acha, Mr. Dhiaz immediately drove to his hometown.
An hour passed, but the song that Mr. Dhiaz set was only one song. Aisha the Prophet's Wife, popularized by Syakir Daulay.
“Since when do you like Islamic songs? Usually you also play the song Jamrud, Slank, or Ahmad Dani. It's been an hour now play the song Aisyah continues, replace the other song dong. Tired of hearing the song continues,” reprimand bu Nadia.
“I smell love triangles. Tomorrow, I have to find out about Aisyah. For her sake Dhiaz sir to ignore Nadia ma'am. I can’t stand curious like this,” Inner Acha.
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