The Two and One Night Line Belongs to Mr. Gara
Chapter 158

"It can't be, baby. Who is this Aby? To the extent that they will do demos and other similar things.

"Already, don't think about it, it's better now we just keep going home. Poor Malik who was thirsty," said Yuni told Ustadz Gibran continue to drive his car to the house of Kiyai Sodikin.

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The condition of the boarding school is still quiet until Kamelia comes down and then all the students and santriwati come out of their hiding by presenting a letter containing welcome Kamelia and baby.

Kamelia and the others looked surprised and also moved. Kamelia, who thought that the residents of the boarding school would be angry and protested, felt guilty for being mistaken.

Not felt, Kamelia's tears dripped because of haru.

"Congratulations Kamelia, you are now a mother. But, why the hell are you hiding all this from me? Even his marriage is the same handsome Ustadz again," said Siti, a friend and friend of Kamelia.

"Thank you Siti. I'm sorry, not that I don't want to tell the story, it's just not the time for me to tell you" Kamelia answered, hugging her best friend.

"Yes, it's okay, but the most important thing right now is, you've been born safely. Quickly, these few months, you already do not like to daydream anymore, so this is the reason. Married to handsome Ustadz," Siti sneered making Kamelia's face reddish.

When Kamelia got a lot of congratulations, there was a santriwati who did not accept if it turned out Kamelia had lied to her. It is Rahma. Beautiful Santriwati who love to die to Ustadz Gibran.

'Fucking camellias. He had lied to me by saying Ustadz Gibran was his cousin. Your insolent Kamelia. Why should you marry Ustadz Gibran? I should have been in that position, Rahma's mind clenched her hand as she looked at Ustadz Gibran who was always embracing Kamelia.

Because of her so bad, Rahma did not realize that she had thrown an empty trash can in front of Kamelia. Fortunately, Ustadz Gibran was quick and quick to catch the trash cans so they did not hit Kamelia and the baby.

If Ustadz Gibran is late, make sure the garbage can has hit the head of Kamelia and also the baby in her cradle.

"Astagfirullah, who would dare to throw this garbage can in front of my wife?" tanya Ustadz Gibran looked furious. His voice was so loud and instantly made the atmosphere tense and silent.

While Kamelia looked in shock, so did her baby who was shocked because Kamelia was strangled.

"Our camellia's okay, son?" kiyai asked Sodikin and Yuni at the same time.

"Let's answer! Which one of you has thrown this trash can to Kamelia. If you don't answer, then I'll make sure none of you will be taking classes this year," threatening Ustadz Gibran made the other santri and santriwati look at each other out of fear.

"Aby already, let it go. Me and Malik are okay. I was just shocked" said Kamelia, trying to quell her husband's anger.

"You shut up, baby. If left unchecked, then the culprit will be arbitrary," replied Ustadz Gibran who had truly been angered.

Meanwhile, the newly conscious Rahma looked frightened and pale. It felt like Rahma had run away, but the next friend immediately held Rahma's hand and dragged the woman forward to account for her actions.

"Let go of me Zahra" said Rahma, trying to shake off Zahra's hand, which was holding her tightly.

"I don't want to. If you don't confess, then we will all be affected by Rahma" Zahra said, dragging Rahma forward.

"What one of you no one wants to confess. I'll count to three, if no one still confesses, then I'll make sure none of you will go up to class and graduate. One... Two... Tiiiiiii," said Ustadz Gibran when Zahra pushed Rahma to face the handsome Ustadz.

"What's this?" asked Ustadz Gibran who was shocked because Rahma almost fell to the floor.

"Ma.. Sorry Ustadz. I want to let you know if Rahma threw the trash can at Kamelia. Me and the other friends saw Ustadz for themselves, because we were right next to Rahma at the time" Zahra replied, looking nervous.

Rahma did not budge at all. He just kept his head down in fear and shame to Ustadz Gibran and Kiyai Sodikin.

"Rahma, let's answer my question. Is it true that you threw my wife in that trash can?" asked Ustadz Gibran again with a high tone so that Rahma was aghast at once.

"Be.. Be.. Ustadz. Ma's.. Forgive me," replied Rahma with a wave and a trembling voice.

"Why? What's my wife's fault?" ask Ustadz Gibran again.

But when Rahma was about to answer him, Malik suddenly cried and Kiyai Sodikin immediately ordered Kamelia to enter his house.

"Rahma, meet me in my room in an hour" Ustadz Gibran said with a cold look before he brought Kamelia and the others into the house.

"Kamelia, now you rest. Mother and Mba Aluna will cook food for all of us" Yuni said while in her daughter's room.

"Good ma'am, thank you," replied Kamelia who was breastfeeding Malik.

"Dear Kamelia, Aby also took a moment. Aby will see Rahma for a moment. You and Malik are okay in staying a while?" ask Ustadz Gibran softly.

"Yes, it's okay. Aby, don't be too hard on Rahma. He did so out of disappointment that Aby chose to marry me instead of her long-time love for Aby" Kamelia replied, much to Ustadz Gibran's surprise.

*What do you mean, baby?" tanya Ustadz Gibran frowned.

"Well, Rahma asked me to match her to Aby. But I don't want to. I'm sure that Rahma was embarrassed because she always told the other sisters that Aby and herself were engaged and would get married if she had finished school later," obviously Kamelia made Ustadz Gibran shake his head.

"That's all Rahma. Yeah, well, then, Aby's gonna see him first. Aby go first. Assalamualaikum, "" said Ustadz Gibran kissed Camellias and Malik alternately.

"Greetings Walaikum," Kamelia replied, continuing to breastfeed Malik again.

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"Come in" replied Ustadz Gibran coldly. He knew that it was Rahma.

"Assalamualaikum Ustadz" said Rahma opened the door to Ustadz Gibran's room and closed it again.

"Greetings are not to be closed, just open" replied Ustadz Gibran ordered Rahma to reopen the door.

"Well Ustadz," Rahma replied again opening the door to the room.

"Rahma, please sit down," commanded Ustadz Gibran with his flat and cold expression.