USTADZ
22. Bump around!

"Your face is pale, sure you still want to go to college?" tanya Ustadz Amar was worried.

Shahla touched her hot face. Since waking up, his head is dizzy. But he quickly shook his head with a smile.

"I'm not papa. Today I have to go, because today is the day I've been waiting for the most,"

Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. "So you've taken your medicine?"

"Already,"

"Okay, if I don't have my phone."

Shahla nodded her head. He had to leave at any cost, because today was the schedule of his college magazine. He could not wait to read the article he had made with great difficulty.

Arriving at the campus, Syahla immediately ran towards Widya who was carrying a pile of new magazines. Widya is her different classmate, as well as the only member of Persma who shows no hostility to her.

"Thank you Wid" Syahla thanked him after receiving the magazine. He then went to class while carrying a magazine with a flowery heart.

"Angica!" Syahla waved her hand as her close friend entered the classroom. "You should come see my writing,"

"It's out, huh? Well, I'm not patient, I'm excited" said Anggika enthusiast.

Syahla immediately tore the plastic that wrapped the magazine. Check the table of contents, and open the intended page impatiently.

The content of the article is exactly the same as that written by Shahla. But, wait, why is the author's name different?

"Who is Anneke Paramita?" Anggika voiced the astonishment of Syahla. "Why isn't Lo's name listed?"

Shahla also wanted to ask the same thing. He then went back to the first page and started looking for his name among the editorial team. But, there is no name Shahla Nafisa there.

Assuming you realize something is wrong. He patted his friend's shoulder to calm him down. "Try Lo call Rama. Who knows if there's a print error,"

Shahla nodded her head. Quickly take the phone out of his bag and make a voice call.

"Hello, Lala Deck?"

The voice behind Kak Rama sounded noisy, but Syahla did not care and immediately asked.

"Sir, the magazine's got a print error, huh?"

"What kind of printing error?"

"Yes, in the article The Story of the Author is not me, even Sister Anne."

"Oh, if it's not La's misprint. Anne told the cave that she wrote all the scripts, and that Lu was just helping. So, the cave wrote so. Nothing La, count looking for experience. Tomorrow if Lu has been able to write a whole manuscript, the Cave promises to write Lu's name big,"

"But Sister, who wrote the article was not Sister Anne, but—"

"Oh, sorry La. The Cave lecturer came. Ntar Lu call again yes,"

Phone's closed. Syahla was unable to speak. In a few moments, he only looked at his phone in silence.

"Where's La?" Anggika wiggles Syahla's body slowly. "What does Rama say?"

"Sister Rama said, who wrote the article Sister Anne,"

"Well, but it's actually an article, right? I mean, Lo's writing has nothing changed or what?"

"Nothing!" Syahla shook her head. "I'm sure it's my writing! I still memorize the grammar and the punctuation. Even if this article is rewritten with Sister Anne, it is impossible that the sentence is exactly one hundred percent!"

Shahla got up from the chair and stood with her hands clenched. "It can't be abandoned!"

"Eh, uh, where are you going? Classes are starting!" I was amazed that Syahla immediately stepped out of the class.

"You're bumping!" shahla replied half shouting.

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The atmosphere of the campus cafeteria that morning was fairly quiet, because there were only two groups of students who were there. The first group of four students with cell phones in their hands, sitting at the corner table, seemed to be playing a game. While the other group are stylish students consisting of five people who sound fun gossiping.

Shahla's footsteps were fixed on the student group. Without a shady look, the girl immediately stood beside Sister Anne, carrying a magazine in her hand.

"What the hell? Not very polite!" protest of one of the students.

"Sister Anne, tell me why Sister Anne's name is listed in this article, while my name is not there" Shahla ignored the protesting calls of other students and stared intently at Sister Anne.

Sister Anne flicked her hair back and folded her hands in front of her chest. "Lebay really, the matter of the name doang Lo up to this?"

"It's not just about the name of Kak, but the masterpiece! I've sacrificed day and night to write this article, and you want to take my work!"

Anne shakes her head. "Is there any evidence?"

Shahla bit her lower lip irritated, then reached out. "Where was my flash drive yesterday?"

"What flashdisk? Not clear,"

"If it's yours, bring me my flash!"

"Flashdisk what the hell? How do I know!"

Shahla clenched her hand. He can't be patient anymore. Quickly, his hand grabbed the small bag on the table.

"Eh, what the fuck is Lo?" Anne tried to take her bag back. "Reverse, right?"

Shahla's hand opened the bag and ruffled the contents inside. Not meeting, he spread the contents of the bag on the table.

"God! Lo crazy huh? Turn over my bag, monkey!"

Syahla really can't think straight. He tried to find the small object but still did not meet. Until all the contents of Kak Anne's bag splashed on the table, the flash remained invisible. The one who stole their attention was even a flat object that looked familiar.

"What? Testpack?" one of Anne's friends grabbed the thing.

"No, it's a covid test!" Sister Anne hastily recaptured the object and pushed Syahla's shoulder with her index finger. "What are you looking for, Nj*ng? Don't be so rude as seniors!"

"Hidden where?" Syahla pointed her index finger right at Sister Anne's face. "Answer! Where are you hiding my flash?"

"Gue doesn't know what you mean, per*k! You're even more hesitant, I'll take a look! Feel the best, Lo?"

"Don't be a fool don't know, yeah! Everyone who was in Persma at that time saw for themselves that I gave the flash to you!"

"There is no evidence of anj*ng! Basic per*k! Nyokap You sell yourself!"

Syahla's eyes glared at the swearing. Spontaneously his hand grabbed a glass filled with iced tea on the table, then he quickly splashed it on the head of Sister Anne.

"Don't take my mom, yeah!"

"Aakaakkkhh! What the fuck? Damn you!" Sister Anne's hand also moved quickly, grabbing the hijab of Shahla. Syahla also did not accept, instead of pulling the hair Sister Anne.

"Udah, stop! Shahla! leila La!" Aggika trying to pull Syahla back.

"Please woy! You're gnawing!" Sister Anne's friends also attempted to attack Shahla. Syahla did not want to lose even though he had been ganged, he used his hands, feet and teeth to fight.

"Come on! Comeing! Come on!" the group of students who had been engrossed in playing the game now changed direction, cheering them on. The atmosphere of the canteen was completely chaotic, making the two guards immediately run towards them.

"Run, La! There's a security guard!" Anggika tried her hardest to pull Syahla's body, and fortunately succeeded. Quickly, Anggika invites Syahla to run away from the canteen area.

The two of them stopped running after reaching the back of the library building. After it was felt that no one was chasing them, Syahla and Anggika breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lo why does it have to be anarchist?" namel Anggika with breath panting. "That's his name to find out, isn't it?"

"Yes how? I've been sprained. He's the one who's wrong, he's the one who's not nagging me, either,"

"Yes, but that's not the way, La. You can stay report the same Rama. If the teachers know how?"

Syahla. Right too, he didn't think up to it. If the lecturer finds out, her husband will also know. He has to reason what try?

"Look at this, Lo's cheek is bleeding," Anggika rubbed Syahla's cheek affected by scratch marks. "Come to the supermarket find plaster,"

Shahla nodded her head in accordance. He then followed Anggika who had walked ahead of him. However, just a few steps away, Syahla felt her body dazed, the sky swirling and her body collapsing on the ground. The supposition that saw it widened its eyes while screaming hysterically.

"Yahla!"