The Love Hypothesis
Eps 3's

The next day, Aisyah stepped into the room of Mr. Dhiaz. After saying his greetings, he immediately entered.

“How's the cake, good right?”

“Iya, good sir.” Aisyah replied to him with a lackluster tone.

“It must be delicious. Your future-in-law is indeed good at making cakes,” kelakar pak Dhiaz in order to restore the mood of Aisyah. Only in the presence of Aisyah sir Dhiaz could joke like that.

“Keysya and Ilham soan sir.” Too sick, Aisyah so confide in Mr. Dhiaz.

“What if they are made?”

“Ilham always said she would marry me. But he even made it with Keysya.”

“Wow, so cruel. You are patient Aisyah. That's a sign of a jerk's inspiration, so he doesn't deserve to be your husband.”

“Folstered by his own friends, it turns out this sick sir.” Aisyah was crying in Mr. Dhiaz's room.

“I know very well what you feel like now. Cry, spill all your frustration. But after this you have to move on. You must be strong Aisyah! Don't let them feel victorious because of your suffering.”

“I can’t sir. I can no longer pretend to be strong. It hurts so much.” Aisyah did not stop shedding tears.

So far, there have been many painful betrayals for him. But being stabbed by his own best friend was the most painful betrayal he had ever felt.

How could someone who he considered a friend, even like his own siblings, be so willing to betray him? Can he heal the pain that Inspiration and Keysya give?

“Let's go, I help you get revenge on them. But the condition is, you also want to help me.”

“What do you help sir?” asked Aisyah while wiping her tears.

“You must pretend to be my future wife. Until I meet my soul mate. Can?”

Aisyah nodded slowly. Slowly he stood up, he could not cry. There will soon be classes.

“From now on, never again grieve in front of Keysya and Ilham. If you want to cry, do it without their knowledge. Don't let them know that you're sad because they know they're made.”

Evidently, experience is the best teacher. Mr. Dhiaz could have been so adept at advising Aisyah, because he had felt the same way.

“Iya sir.”

Aisyah prepared to leave the room. So sad, Aisyah forgot to take the book that Mr. Dhiaz prepared for his teaching materials during his later assistant.

“This, use when in your house.” Mr. Dhiaz gave me a large tissue.

Aisyah pick it up, “Thank you sir.”

Mr. Dhiaz gave me eight packs of SILVERQUEEN taken from his drawer. The amount of chocolate he keeps proves, if he himself is still vulnerable to stress.

Aisyah nodded again, the SILVERQUEEN she put into the bag. Then I went back to class with a face like I was okay.

He was determined, no matter what happened he would not show his sorrow in front of Keysha and Inspiration. Even his current mission was to avenge him. He would make them both regret hurting him.

Entering the Writing course. Bu Reka asked students to find one unfamiliar word, along with an explanation.

Aisyah and her classmates started looking for the word. Thirty minutes passed, Miss Reka asked all students to read the word and its meaning.

“Next, Ayesha. What word did you get?”

Aisha stood up and said the word she got. “Mauerbauertraurigkeit ma’am.”

“Wow, unique. Other than others. What does that mean?”

“Mauerbauertraurigkeit is the feeling of wanting to throw away a friend or close friend ma’am.”

Keysya and Ilham glanced at each other. Instead of feeling guilty, they laughed out loud in the classroom.

“You two why laugh? You think this class is a class of jokes? Now you two are out of this class. I do not like if there are students who are not serious about studying in my course.”

Inspiration and Keysya had to get out. Unbeknownst to Miss Reka, Aisyah waved at the two of them. His triumphant smile was also deliberately displayed.

Yesterday's Ayesha is not the Ayesha now. Ayesha was out of a toxic relationship between him and Ilham.

For what is he holding on to something that he himself is not strong enough to face? There is no best solution to heartache, other than moving on from a painful past.

There were only three classes today. After the class, Aisyah went straight home. Again, Mr. Dhiaz stopped the car in front of him as he waited for the angkot to pass. He was asked to enter.

“As per our agreement earlier. I help you get revenge and you pretend to be my future wife.”

“Continue we want to do? What do I mean I can help sir?”

“We went to grandma's house, she said she wanted to give us something.”

In the midst of their conversation, Aisyah's stomach sounded. It was time for lunch at home. But today he did not meet, because Mr. Dhiaz immediately asked him to come without going home first.

“Then we eat at the grandmother's house,” said Mr. Dhiaz and then drove his car to the grandmother's house.

Along the way, they were silent. Yet their eyes so actively capture every beauty they go through. The green paddy field stretched wide, giving great comfort when looking at it.