USTADZ
18. Gossip

"Have to go home all night?" Syahla drove her family to the door. "Can't you be tomorrow?"

"Our flight schedule is tonight La" said Gus Sahil. "Morrow is busy."

"So, so busy." Syahla sneers. "What is it that Aisha is so good to sleep with to go?"

"No papa deck. Aisha is ordinary. Besides, usually if there is an event outside our city go also nights," this time Hafsa spoke up.

"But I still miss you guys" Shahla hugged her umi unwillingly. "Umi will be here again, right?"

"Surely dong," Umi Zahra kissed her daughter's right and left cheeks. "Learning the real thing. Let's graduate quickly!"

"Well, pray for Umi.." Shahla swore a kiss on her mother's cheek.

Moments later, an online taxi of their order arrived. Syahla waved her hand with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Here you go, come in" Ustadz Amar took after the taxi disappeared from view.

As she pleased, Shahla followed her husband into the house. He frowned when Ustadz Amar entered his room.

"Eh, uh, why come into my room?"

"You take a bath" answered Ustadz Amar casually.

"Can the bath be in the room Om Husband himself?"

"My clothes are in your closet all Shahla," Ustadz Amar turned to look for a moment before entering the bathroom. "It's been a hot rush."

Syahla could only sigh. "Later the clothes were immediately moved all yes, I want to do the job!"

"okay!" answered Ustadz Amar half-screaming, already going into the bathroom.

For a few minutes, Syahla seemed to focus on doing her duties in bed. He typed with passion. Sometimes he read reference books he had borrowed in the library.

The bathroom door is open. Inevitably, Shahla's gaze headed straight towards the bathroom. To her surprise she saw her husband come out using only a towel wrapped around her waist.

"Om Husband!" shahla shouted as she closed her eyes with both hands. "What the hell? Why not put on a shirt?"

"And his clothes were in the closet" Ustadz Amar seemed to have answered. Without regard for Shahla, Ustadz Amar began to open his towel.

"Akhhhh!" Syahla actually saw nothing, but her screams were already very excited. Still with his hands closed both his eyes, he dashed out of the room in a hurry.

"Be careful! Falling down!" yelled Ustadz Amar from the room.

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The next day, they are again preoccupied with their respective activities. Before entering class, Syahla first headed to the SME building while carrying a laptop bag owned by Kak Rama. As he promised Ustadz Amar, he would soon return the object to its owner.

Arriving in front of Persma's room, it appears that Kak Rama, Sister Anne, and two other members were chatting there. Shahla approached them with a friendly smile.

"For Sister Anne, Brother Rama, Brother Hasan, Widya.." Syahla greeted each person there.

"Hi" Rama answered his greeting with a big smile. "How's Lala Deck?"

"Alhamdulillah good Brother. Oh yeah, here, I'd like to give you my sister's laptop back, and you'd like to say thank you." Shahla handed the laptop to Rama.

"Well, is the task of Dek Lala finished? He borrowed it two days ago,"

"So Brother. I have another laptop,"

"Well, the treaty is no longer valid dong" joked Kak Rama.

"Eh, if it's still brother. I will treat you sometime, the same as the others."

"Really?" Sister Anne sparkles. "Gue wait, yeah!"

"Ready Brother!" Shahla nodded her head.

"Oh yes," Brother Rama seemed to remember something. "On the interview with Mr. Amar.."

"..the danger is that we can't continue,"

Syahla breathed a sigh of relief. Unlike the case with other members who seem surprised.

"Loh, why Ram? I have made a list of questions" protested Anne.

"Their problem.." Brother Rama looked at Shahla. "Sir Amar is Lala's oomnya,"

"Huh? Which really?" the three people looked surprised. "Seriously La? How can you not talk to us?"

"Come.." Syahla tries to string the right words together.

"Yes Lala must be ashamed if you speak directly," said Kak Rama. "Makanya Gua has made a new plan. There are students who yesterday just got the champion of one national debate competition. I called him and he wanted to be interviewed. So in the afternoon we can go straight to his house,"

Shahla and the others nodded their heads. As the head of the organization, Kak Rama is very skillful in working.

"Oh yes, no Lu free afternoon, Lala Deck?" Rama turned to look at Shahla.

"I?" Shahla seemed to think for a moment. "If it's afternoon, free brother. But when it comes to the mallem, I have to do my job."

"It won't reach Malem. So Ntar Dek Lala's coming, yeah,"

"Huh?" not only Syahla, Sister Anne who heard Kak Rama's words also felt astonished.

"ee.. I am still new, brother. Is it not even nerepotin?"

"No, no" cried Rama. "It is precisely because new children must often participate in activities. Let it be,"

"Oh.." Shahla nodded her head. "So, who's going to go?"

"Normally both are quite. Just, because Lala's Deck is new, so Anne's coming too."

Sister Anne seemed to show an unhappy look, but only temporarily because after that she smiled again. "Later in the afternoon we'll wait here, La,"

"Okay sister," Shahla nodded her head in accordance.

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Syahla's first lecture today began at 10:30, so he went first to the library while waiting for the appointed time. Ten minutes before the class started, Shahla walked out of the library and headed to the classroom.

Arriving at the class, she realized people's gazes were on her. What are the rumors, any more? Brother Rama again? It's entrenched.

"Here," Anggika waved her hand and pointed at the empty chair beside her. Shahla immediately sat her ass there.

"What the hell is it?" Syahla began to feel uncomfortable because the gaze of people was getting attached to her.

"Oh, I was horrified by rumors that Lo is his nephew handsome lecturer at the next Faculty," Anggika replied while taking out her books.

"Huh? The rumors are here?" Syahla. Didn't they just talk about it this morning in front of the Persma members alone? Why is it spreading so fast?

"Is that really?" Anggika felt curious after hearing Syahla's response.

Hesitatingly, Shahla nodded her head.

"Seriously?!" Not Anggika, who denied even the girl behind him. "Are you really Mr Amar's nephew?"

The girl's voice was too loud to the point that the entire class heard. As Shahla feared, the girls immediately approached her aggressively.

"Eh, uh, I send you a greeting dong!"

"Om you have a wife yet? Get to know me!"

"Can you ask for the number?"

Anggika's face was already red to hold back anger. "Whisper all of you! Dismantle there!"

The girls seemed to retreat slowly. Again showing a face that does not like Anggika. Even though Anggika had once berated them for similar things, but still the girls did not have a hat. Syahla herself had covered her face in frustration. Already screwed! This time the lie has spread throughout the campus!