The Love Hypothesis
Eps 6's

The next day, under the scorching sun. Aisyah stood by the highway. Waiting for public transport to pass, because he is going to the campus.

Suddenly, a car stopped right in front of him. “Log in!” said the driver who turned out to be Mr. Dhiaz.

Aisyah bit her index finger nail. Should he go up? To the campus alone with Mr Dhiaz?

“Do not think overtime! Segini clock angkot driver on ngaso. You can be late to class if you wait for them.”

Indeed, from earlier Aisyah waited for angkot to pass. But none of them found him. Fifteen minutes later, the class begins. Aisyah is now opening the car door for Mr. Dhiaz. He sits in the middle seat.

“What activities are there tomorrow?” asked Dhiaz without turning his eyes.

“Emmm, what's up sir? Any tasks for me?”

“Iya, no duty. It has nothing to do with the campus. Accompany me somewhere around nine in the morning. Can ya?”

“I am so sorry sir, I can’t. Tomorrow I have to help mama sell at home.”

Actually without Aisyah's help, her mother's merchandise will be fine. Because there is a Wahdah that can help his mother. That's just a way to avoid calling Mr. Dhiaz.

“Let's go, sell your mother I'll push. So that tomorrow you do not have to sell. So, you can accompany me.”

“Emmm, I forgot something sir. Tomorrow I have to accompany Wahdah to the market. His school shoes have been damaged once, can no longer be worn. If to the market after nine o'clock and above, the seller is already on disperse.”

“If the market is closed, there are many other stores. Take it easy, I'll take you to the best shoe store in town. I'm the one who paid.”

“Okay, what more reason would you like? Mr. Dhiaz always has a solution,” Inner Aisyah.

“Having arrived, call me after college. There are still important things we have to do.”

“Iya, thank you for the ride sir.” A wry smile adorned Aisyah's face.

“Sama-sama,” said Mr. Dhiaz then walked into his room.

Important things to do after college? The words of Mr. Dhiaz were ringing in Aisyah's mind. It makes it difficult to concentrate when studying.

I don't know what other ridiculous thing Dhiaz's gonna tell him. I hope it wasn't as silly as that request.

Just wanted to contact Mr. Dhiaz, Aisyah has been called first. “I'm already in the parking lot. If it is done directly here,” he said without further ado.

“Iya sir, I'm going there now.”

Dealing with Mr. Dhiaz turned out to be very tiring. It feels like he's being terrorized at all times.

With a lethargic face, Aisyah entered the car of Dhiaz sir. I don't know where else Mr. Dhiaz will take him. Wherever it was, Aisha was currently following.

Aisyah was stunned, noticing Mr. Dhiaz parking the car in a clothing store. Then they get into it.

“Take the most expensive gowns mbak!” dhiaz told the boutique guard.

“This is the most expensive, beautiful once. It is suitable for the wife of father.”

“Loved a dozen, the most expensive yes. Shape please don't do this all.”

The shopkeeper immediately heeded the words of Mr. Dhiaz. Before long, he returned with eleven different-shaped gamis.

The shopkeeper immediately asked the cashier to count them.

“Darling wife yes sir. The Prophet also likes to give gifts to his wife,” said the cashier who had also noticed Mr. Dhiaz and Aisyah.

After that, the cashier mentioned the total price to be paid by Mr. Dhiaz. Soon Dhiaz paid him.

“Thank you for visiting our boutique. May your father and mother's sustenance always increase. His household was always sakinah, mawaddah, and warahmah. Aamiin.”

“Sama-sama mbak.” With quick steps, Dhiaz and Aisyah stepped out of the boutique.

Mr. Dhiaz returned to drive the car. This time, he stopped in front of a shoe store. “Why not come out?” diaz asked Aisyah.

“Buy own shoes sir, later we will be considered husband and wife again. Shaluuuu.”

“How to? I don't know how many feet. Rather than delay until tomorrow, we better buy it now.”

Wahdah shoes are actually still very good. But there's no way Aisyah is telling the truth to Mr. Dhiaz. “I also do not know the size of his legs Wahdah how much.”

“Then we buy it tomorrow. All of you bring your adek, let it be easy to choose.”

Aisyah feels guilty to Mr. Dhiaz. He hopes that tomorrow Mr. Dhiaz has forgotten the shoe thing for Wahdah.

“Astaghfirullah, I forgot it sir.”

“Wait for what else? You already remember,” said Mr. Dhiaz to Aisyah who did not immediately operate the gadget.

Actually Aisyah intended to do it at home only. But Mr. Dhiaz is already suing. So he immediately activated his cellular data.

He just surfed on the purple app. He then checked the notifications in the activity. The name of ig pak Dhiaz is following him there.

When Aisyah wanted to follow back Dhiaz sir, she was surprised by the profile photo of Dhiaz sir. His mind ran everywhere because of it.

Aisyah is the most confused, found pak Dhiaz's instagram profile is his photo earlier.

“Why use my photo sir?” asked Aisyah nervously. Don't let Dhiaz be offended by his question.

“Involuntarily, let my family believe that we are really in a relationship. Why ask that, you don't like?”

“Like sir,” replied Aisyah with a wry smile on her face.

“It's good if you like. But even if you don't like it, I'll still do it.”

Aisha puffed in the heart. “Reacted to be true said person. Mr. Dhiaz is indeed a killer lecturer, his inner”.

Aisyah returned speechless, when she noticed Pak Dhiaz's Instagram turned blue tick. The postings are a little. Only a few people follow it too.

It made Aisyah realize, that the man who had been mediocre in her eyes turned out to be the idol of many people.

Mr. Dhiaz then drove Aisyah home. Not to forget, the route to Aisyah's house was also memorized. So that tomorrow does not get lost when picking up his assistant.

Actually, Mr. Dhiaz has memorized the hallway

enter Aisyah's house. But upon entering that passageway, it turned out that there were many complexes inside.

He occasionally asked Aisyah, with a fixed, forward-focused look. They arrived in front of Aisha's house.

A simple, medium-sized house. In front of the house there is a stall that is also simple.

“Take his shirt,” dhiaz pack orders on Aisyah who is preparing to get out of the car.

Aisyah took one piece of clothes. “Everything,” pinta pak Dhiaz.

“Hah? Everything been? Isn't most sir?”

“No. These clothes you wear when accompanying me to other events.”

Aisyah's face immediately pouted hearing Mr. Dhiaz's reply.

Aisyah then took all the clothes that Mr. Dhiaz bought earlier.

“This is a lecturer assistant or personal assistant anyway? When I go to the wedding, I have to come. Still mending that the next events are campus events.” Aisyah was very upset.

After saying thank you, Mr. Dhiaz returned home. While Aisyah, she entered the house with a lot of clothes.

“Tumben girl mom home slow,” reprimand bu Arni on her second daughter's.

“Sorry ma, out help lecturer shopping. So go home a bit slow.”

“That's what you brought anyway?” point Arni at the big bag that Aisyah just put on the table.

“Thursday, thanks to Dhiaz.” Aisyah sat down for a moment, before going to the bathroom.

“The lecturer who raised you as an assistant right?”

Ms. Arni put down the novel Because It's Too Late to Marry that she just read. Then approach Aisyah.

“Iya ma.” Aisyah flapped her hands so hot.

“Cuman became a lecturer assistant, right? Mama doesn't want you to be sugar baby.” Miss Arni's gaze was so intimidating to her daughter.

“Not ma. There's no way this lovely mama's son would do that.”

“Promise yes dear, you will never do anything outside.”

“In Shaa Allah ma.” Aisyah hugged her mother who was getting older. They are hugging each other now.