The Love of Habib
Chapters 6.8
In the spirit of gotong royong some santriwati moved their grocery bags back to the dormitory. On the way to the dormitory, they often get curious gazes from people who are passed. Maybe the people were astonished at once wondering what goods they brought so it takes some energy to transport it.
"Siti was invited to shop at the same market as Aish." One of the santriwati who was called to transport the goods started talking.
The friend next to him chimed in, "Cock can yah. Even though Siti did not like the three city children the same."
Some of the roommates find out about Siti's dislike for Aish's group. They think Siti will be very anti-close with Aish but it seems their guess is wrong because of the fact today Siti went shopping with Aish group.
"I don't know the problem. But Siti was lucky to join Aish because she must have been given money or gifts today. Like girls for example. The girl just keeps Aish for a few days at the cottage and doesn't do anything big but is given a million with Aish."
He still remembered how thick the wad of money Aish had given to the Girl that day. One million dollars are easily given to new strangers, making the rest of the room look on with envy. Envy is not because of evil intentions but envy because girls are very lucky to get that much sustenance.
"Hah, she is from the city and definitely has a rich family background. If not, he might not waste money that easily."
The topic of their conversation now shifted to talking about Aish's family background. They are busy chatting in the back while Siti who is now following Aish's steps is flooded with various kinds of ridiculous and strange thoughts about Khalid's habib. He wondered, astonished, and guessed what Khalid's relationship with Aish was?
They do not talk much or chat as well as friends, instead they seem to be awkward-well, precisely this is what makes him feel all the confusion. Because several times he noticed that there was a very unusual atmosphere between the two of them.
"Assynnya!" Hail Dira shouted as soon as they reached the room.
In the room there are some santriwati who are lying down, read a book, some even sleep. The rest may be doing activities outside the room. Today is a holiday so everyone relaxes and enjoys the time to do things they love.
"Siti," Call Aish.
Without answering, Siti looked at him with a questioning look.
"Share this food to the other roommates." He said asking for help, samar.
Siti did not answer directly. His big eyeballs stared at Aish's charming face with a ray of admiration.
"What's wrong?" Aish felt uncomfortable being stared at like that by her.
Siti lowered her eyes, shook her head, she then thanked him on behalf of the roommates before starting to distribute the food to them. They were very happy to get the food, especially the food that was distributed were cakes that they had not bought or eaten since school at the cottage. Sometimes they will eat all this food as much as possible when returning to their hometowns. The number again this moment only lasts once a year every time the Eid holiday. So after a long time did not overdo it they feel to occasionally miss this food.
And because of all these foods their opinions on Aish, Gisel, and Dira changed. They are happy, want to be close but do not have great courage for fear Aish may reject their approach.
"Aish," The girl came over to Aish.
Aish nodded lightly to him before returning to focus on sorting out the robe he bought from the market.
The girl looked at the pile of gowns on the bed, smiled shyly, she then said, "Aish, friends are very happy to receive a cake from you and want to thank you."
"There's no need to thank you, it's not a big thing anyway." Aish said calmly.
"Siti, come here." Call Aish to Siti.
Siti then gave the plastic bag in her hand to another roommate and instructed her to continue sending this food to friends who had not been to the section.
"What's wrong?" Siti asked after standing beside Aish.
Aish then thrusts her a green plastic bag under the supervision of the girl's eyes.
"This is for you." He said casually without noticing the change in expression of those around him.
The children of the room that had been noisy fighting over food are now distracted. They all looked at Siti with curiosity.
Siti opened the green plastic bag. Inside there is a lot of cloth. If calculated correctly there may be 7 new games that have not been touched and still have price hangers from the store.
"It's.I never bought it." Siti is not a hypocrite. He also likes to be given gifts but his embarrassment has reminded him generously that the person who gave him the gift was the one he looked down on.
Shame to accept it.
Aish laid herself on the bed looking very tired.
"It was a gift from me for your help. Thank you for helping us to go to the market. You know, it turns out you're not as bad as I thought." Aish's reply was flat but the thin smile on her lips indicated that she was sincere in saying so.
Lady stunned. His hands were tightening the green plastic bag. Slowly a line of smiles began to form on her innocent face.
"Well, you're not as bad as I thought. This gift is not necessary, but since you have given it, I will not refuse this time. Aisha, thank you."
"Hem." Reply Aish while pretending to close his eyes to fall asleep.
Seeing the exhausted Aish, Siti had no intention of continuing the conversation anymore. He immediately returned to his bed with a green crackle bag in hand. This gift is indeed very light but has a very heavy value in the heart. Honestly, his heart warmed because for the first time in life he felt the sweetness of a thank you, of course a sincere one.
Siti is surrounded by roommates. They curiously pulled out all the gamis Siti, looking at her with a look of admiration as well as jealousy, they were also happy with the sustenance Siti got today.
Unlike the mood of Siti who was happy, Girl, the person who had been ignored earlier was now quietly glued to Siti's luck. His brown eyes stared elaborately at Siti across the street.
Basic hypocrite. Inner angry.
Seriate...
Up later in the afternoon, God willing