The Love Hypothesis
The Eps 45
The champion has been bagged, Dhiaz sir and Aisyah immediately drive. Leaving the province of West Sulawesi to the province of South Sulawesi.
Fatigue struck, they deactivated the device upon arrival at their respective homes. They don't want any distraction when they're resting.
Until morning covers a flat night. Looks like the sun is waltzing out of his contest. Bring a glimmer to the inhabitants of the land and ocean.
Today luck sided with Aisyah, she didn't have to go to college because there were no classes. Unlike the Dhiaz sir who must still enter ngajar.
Even so, yesterday's fatigue did not melt his cool aura. As usual, he walked so confidently entering the campus. But everything changed, when the rector attacked.
A call from the campus ruler managed to penetrate his salary. “Please go to my room now,” his orders that do not want to mince words.
Mr. Dhiaz smiled, he thought the rector called him to give praise for Aisyah's victory in the debate race yesterday. Unfortunately, that expectation is inversely proportional to the actual situation.
“What exactly happened in Sulbar?” search the rector.
“Meanour father?” ask Mr. Dhiaz who does not understand the plot of the conversation.
“You better open sosmed. News about you and Aisyah sleeping in the room has spread everywhere.”
“Aku and Aisyah are indeed roommates, but we did nothing sir. We were forced to room because that night there was only one vacant room. While we arrived at Sulbar it was very late. Want to find another hotel but we are tired once.”
“I believe you and Aisyah did nothing. But not with the public, they already believe in the issue. I won't fire you, but you must marry Aisyah to restore the good image of this campus.”
“Can't sir. I'm engaged to another woman, soon we'll be married.”
“Campus officials don't want to know that. You should get married to Aisha quickly. That's the only way to restore the good name of this campus.”
That short conversation, the rector, ended just like that. The decision is absolute, there can be no objection to it.
Mr. Dhiaz stepped out carrying a heavy load. He really did not expect, the thing that he initially underestimated was now even a great disaster.
Three families had to come together to solve the problem. Members of the Jusma and Aisyah families have arrived at Mr. Dhiaz's house.
“You must once betray my son,” Jusma's mother told Dhiaz.
“I did not betray Jusma, otherwise just ask Aisyah about what really happened.”
“True to say Mr. Dhiaz. That night there was only one empty room, so we had room. But we didn't do anything. You must trust Jus,” bela Aisyah.
Jusma could no longer bear to hear that explanation, she also spoke up. “There is always Wisdom behind events. Otherwise, there may be Aisyah.”
“That time you said, all the sovenirs that kak Dhiaz bought there was the name of kak Dhiaz right?” ask Jusma to Aisyah.
“Iya.”
Jusma thrust the sandeq boat sovenir to Aisyah. “This is your name, not Dhiaz's. One more thing, the same hijab clothes you wear now exactly as women wear on Instagram profile kak Dhiaz.”
“Mampus, it is indeed a photo of Aisyah. Where have I not replaced yet,” monologue pak Dhiaz in the heart.
“That's a photo at home. At that time Aisyah and Dhiaz pretended to be a couple to please me,” replied grandma.
“Iya right, otherwise just trust the check yourself. Lots of other photos.” So nervous, Mr. Dhiaz handed his salary to Jusma.
“Home?”
“Let me open.”
“Semname it brother!” force Jusma.
“Two zeros eight two zeros one.”
Jusma furrowed his brows. “Kak Dhiaz was born on August 21?”
“No,” reply resigned.
“Everything is becoming clearer. 21 August 2001 was the date of birth of Aisyah,” said Jusma while pressing the numbers.
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Hope it's still at home