True Love Never Ends
Part 72's

Azhar took Nasha to the boarding school and went straight to Asma, who was the person in charge of the Putraj boarding school there. Azhar expressed her intention to send Nasha to school there, and studied religion.

While Asma who heard Azhar's speech was even whiny, remembering himself who also had to be a santri while he was married. It's just the difference he is still a santri because indeed he still has not completed his education and instead must be married.

"Well, can you, Auntie?" asked Nasha who saw Asma was just a whimper.

"May, especially for you can" said Asma "And today is different from the past, in the past all students had to stay in the dormitory santri. But now, the neighbors in this pesantren there are indeed schools without staying dormitory in santri. But still have to obey the rules made pesantren and must maintain the good name of the pesantren" Nasha nodded in understanding.

So much did Azhar do in Nasha's life, that Nasha slowly began to forget her grief at the banishment of her adoptive family. Azhar replaces what was lost and fills what was empty in Nasha's life.

After registration and registration, Asma escorted Nasha to her class.

He started from SP class (Preparatory School). Usually for students who still lack knowledge about the science of religion or in other subjects.

Here, Nasha really has to start all of her from scratch.

"My classmates are all small children" Nasha whispered to Azhar, and Azhar chuckled.

"They are between the ages of 13 to 16" Azhar replied casually.

"Huh????" pekik Nasha could not believe, how could he have a class with a child like that?

"I'm the oldest dong?" said Nasha pouting and Azhar nodded back casually.

"It's okay, Nasha. Here no one pays attention to age, all that is considered is your knowledge and your discipline" said Asma who heard Nasha's last words.

Nasha looked at the child in the class, there were at least 45 people there. And they're sitting on the floor, not in chairs like on Nasha's campus. Then Nasha glanced at the blackboard that read Arabic.

"Can you read?" tanya Azhar and Nasha shook their heads.

"It's okay, later we learn slowly" Azhar entertained.

Asma then introduces Nasha to her friend, and they welcome Nasha cheerfully.

Nasha is like a young Junior High who just transferred schools.

"There is good news, Nasha" whispered Asma as she saw Nasha's expression who seemed hesitant to start school "Azhar will also teach here" Asma's remark made Nasha bully in surprise as well as pleasure, he remembered when following the study with Azhar who gave material. It feels so good.

"But keep acting as a santri to his Ustadz, in class, you are santri and Ustadz. Outside the classroom, it's up to you" Asma continued and Nasha nodded in understanding. She glanced at her husband with a happy smile, and Azhar was also happy to see that.

Azhar is just trying to make his wife's life equal, between the needs of the world and the hereafter.

.........

Now that Harry and Mera are getting closer, it seems that the two teenagers are dating but Harry is trying to restrain himself considering his dear brother has not given his blessing, in addition, he is still in the mess with his Mama's behavior that is increasingly crazy and annoying since Nasha left.

"Hi.." said Mere to Harry who was getting ready to go home. Harry responded with a smile "I brought mineral water" Mera handed Harry a bottle of mineral water and Harry accepted.

"Thank you" he said after sipping the water.

"Oh yeah, go home with yuk!" pinta Mera while smiling and displaying her white teeth.

"I was picked up by the driver" Harry said.

"But I'm not getting picked up" Mera said again. Harry was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The pick-up had arrived, and Harry and Mera immediately entered the back seat.

"Oh yes, thank you for the gift" said Mera later. Because the gift that was given Nasha was actually from Harry and the gift was in the form of a harmonica because Harry knew Mera liked to play the harmonica.

And the driver started running his car out of the school area.

"The same" said Harry still trying to be ordinary.

"You know, I used to believe that your sister was your boyfriend. After all, you guys are like the age, it's not like it anymore so have no mind at all if it's your brother" said Mera.

"That's not my big sister, Sister Nasha my foster sister but I love Sister Nasha very much" said Harry who immediately made Mera gaping wide.

"So he's just an adopted brother?" her screeches.

"Yes, Sister Nasha is Mama Papa's adopted son but to me she's everything. Because since childhood Sister Nasha was very considerate of me and was always there for me, I even considered her mother. Because she takes care of me and supports me in everything I want" Harry said with a smile.

"Well, we have the same foster sister. Brother Hanin is also my adoptive brother" said Mera who made Harry surprised as well.

"Oh yeah? How could? And I also just found out that you have a dead brother"

"Yg died it was my brother, actually before marriage Mama was pregnant. Mama was in college, and out of fear of my grandparents and other families, she was afraid to defame our family. Finally Mama hid herself during her pregnancy to Surabaya. Continuing to pass the mother's birth to send Mama's children to the orphanage, papa equally Mama intend to take it when they are married. But two years later after they got married, she said the parlour was a fire and my late brother was a victim of a fire. Papa said, mama was very sad at that time, even almost depressed. Continuing to treat the sadness and loss of Mama, Papa adopted another child the same age as my late sister. Yes, that Hanin. At first Mama was still unwilling and still wanted her biological children, but over time Mama could accept Kak Hanin and take good care of Kak Hanin"

Harry was stunned to hear Mera's story, as it was very similar to his family's story.

"That's the same with Mama, my older brother also died in an accident. And to treat the sadness and loss of Mama, Mama adopted Kak Nasha. Yes, even though Kaka Nasha is the same age as my older brother" said Harry again and now Mera was stunned.

"Our family has a lot in common it turns out yes" Mera muttered as she nodded her head. While Harry smiled wryly, because there was one very striking difference. That is how the adopted child is treated by the adoptive mother.

Hanin is very lucky, because the person who adopted her treats her very well, different things with Nasha.

"Poor sister Nasha, if she's as lucky as her sister Mera" Harry sat in sorrow.