USTADZ
14. He Om Me!

"Hai Dek Lala," the appearance of Kak Rama that morning surprised not only Syahla, but also all the students in the class.

"Ha-Hai Kak" Shahla replied nervously. He was not used to the sight of those who were watching him.

"Now, laptop. Take good care of it. He's the only cave boy,"

Syahla laughs awkwardly. Receiving the bag containing the laptop with a smile. "Borrow first, brother,"

"Okay, relax La. So there is still class? Persma's children gather in the cafeteria,"

"Oh, it just so happens to be empty until 10 shekak," Syahla glanced at the clock that was coiled around her wrist. "Later after this I went straight to the cafeteria."

"Okay, the cave wait for the Lala Deck," as it passed, Brother Rama rubbed the head of Shahla. Obviously his friends were screaming in shock, let alone Syahla, he was surprised instead of playing.

"Eh, uh, since when did Lo deket be with Brother Rama?"

"Who is Rama ready? Why do you know?"

"Gue can't ask for the number?"

Syahla was encouraged to hear the questions of her classmates.

"Sorry temen-temen, I—"

"It's so bad, all of you!" Anggika who was beside Syahla shouted annoyed. "If you want to ask for his number, Brother Rama, ask for it yourself! Don't bother me!"

The group of girls gasped at Anggika's cry, then immediately retreated in order. Whispering each other.

"What the hell, it's not clear."

"Sok kecakean,"

Syahla felt bad to hear their scorn on Anggika.

"I'm sorry, because of me.."

"Stop! Don't apologize to everyone! I said, they are tacky! It's just a straight guy thing,"

Syahla rubbed his friend's back so that his emotions muffled.

"So how do you know a rich person so?"

"The rich? What about Rama?"

"He's a famous playboy know,"

"Oh yeah?" Shahla frowned. "But he seems to be good, too,"

"Duh, my dear Shah. Don't just look at people from the outside. Yes, he does look handsome, well, considerate. But the real thing is, girls are everywhere! Those dorky girls like him too just because they see his face! The original zonk,"

Shahla grimaced at Anggika's blunt remarks. He was worried that other friends would hear the words and even hate Anggika more.

Fortunately, the lecturer immediately entered their class. Muffle Anggika emotions and sharp glances of devotees Kak Rama.

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"Here La!" Brother Rama waved his hand as Shahla entered the canteen. Rama was sitting with several other students.

"New kid huh? Here sit next to me," said a male student with long hair. Shahla grimaced, she was not used to sitting with men, in the end choosing to sit among the female students.

"Hello Kak," Syahla greeted the five students. They greeted him kindly.

Next, they order food and start small meetings about their activities. Since it is now entering the end of the month, they began preparing for the publication of campus magazines at the beginning of next month.

"For no hot topic" Amel, one of the Persma members complained.

"How about discussing a lecturer suspected of corruption?" proposed Kak Hasan, one of the other Persma members.

Shahla nodded her head. Kak Rama's words are true, they should not spread a news based on mere suspicion.

"Eh, look," Appoint Amel with an enchanted face. Shahla who was sitting across from Amel was forced to turn her back to see what the girl had pointed to. When he turned his head, he was surprised that what was meant was Ustadz Amar.

"He's a new lecturer at the Faculty of Gue. I swear, the guy is handsome, but unfortunately fierce awesome!" Sister Anne, who studied chemistry.

Shahla swallowed her food while listening in silence.

"What if we make news about doi aja?" Amel seemed to feel his idea was brilliant. Another case with Syahla whose heart has been pounding incoherently.

"We can interview him about his personal life! About education, religion, or your partner!"

"Ohuk!" Syahla chokes on the meatballs she is absorbing hearing Amel's incredible ideas.

"Eh, uh, why Lala? Here, drink, drink," Brother Rama gave his orange ice to Shahla. Shahla drank it up.

"It's a good idea anyway" said Anne. "But, Mr. Amar was notoriously cold-rich refrigerator. Are you sure you can interview him?"

"I like it cold" Amel smiled flirtatiously.

Syahla began to flake. He had to immediately tell Ustadz Amar to refuse an interview!

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Out of the Faculty building, Ustadz Amar's car was waiting sweetly. Shahla has really been made a hanger a few times today. When he wanted to approach the car, Rama came with a big motorbike.

"Hi Lala," said Rama after opening his helmet. "Come, let the cave interweave."

"Ah.. That's Sis, I—" Unfinished Syahla replied, Ustadz Amar out of the car. Syahla is panicking. Why do I have to get out of every car?

"Why diem? Relax, the cave already has a SIM,"

That's not the problem! Syahla was eager to get Brother Rama out of there quickly. But it was too late because Ustadz Amar was already standing in front of them.

"What's up?" Ask Ustadz Amar.

Brother Rama turned his head to hear a male voice that suddenly appeared beside him. His forehead creased as he looked at who was talking.

"Loh, father, right?"

"Amar, MIPA Faculty lecturer." Ustadz Amar reached out asking for a hand.

"Oh, hello sir, I am Rama, Lala's senior brother and Chairman of the Persma organization." Brother Rama greeted Ustadz Amar with a big smile.

"Lala?" Ustadz Amar glanced sharply at his wife who turned instead in the other direction.

"Oh, that's my nickname for Shahla. Ordinary sir, beloved call," said Kak Rama joking.

The eyes of Ustadz Amar glared at Kak Rama's words. "What is this relationship?"

"There is no relationship!" Syahla dodged quickly. "We're just seniors and juniors!"

"Oh yeah? Now seniors with juniors can go home together, right?"

"Loh, Lala know Mr Amar?" Brother Rama even felt astonished to hear the familiar conversation of the two people.

"Yeah. Mr. Amar it, Om Su—Om me!"

Ustadz Amar looked directly at his wife with a sharp gaze. Syahla who was unable to look back at her husband finally approached Ustadz Amar.

"I'm sorry Brother, I do live with my Om. So to go and go back to college, I was always with my Om. Excuse me, brother, please,"

Without waiting for Kak Rama's answer, Syahla immediately pulled the arm of Ustadz Amar. Quickly get him in the car.

Abandoned brother Rama could only look at them in wonder. "So, Mr Amar is Lala? Why did she say nothing at the cafeteria?"