USTADZ
28. If I Like You, How?

Shahla blinked her eyes quickly hearing Kak Rama's question. Another case with the expression of the two girls who look shocked, Kak Rama instead sipped his soto mi casually.

"The principle of the Cave, while the yellow janur has not curved, can still be pursued anyway." continued Kak Rama confidently. "Well, La?"

"If the yellow fur is curved how?" Sambar Anggika who immediately invited sharp glances Syahla.

"Sahla is married?" Brother Rama asked in wonder.

"If you have?"

"Relin!" Shouted Syahla while pounding the table that made Kak Rama and Anggika surprised. "We still have class, right now? Yuk hunt, hunt late!"

"Start! My chicken noodles?" Anggika pointed to the contents of the bowl of the universe are still intact, but he could not save because Syahla hurriedly pulled it away.

"First yes Brother," said Syahla in a hurry.

"Bye, Deck Lala!" Brother Rama waved at the two of them.

Syahla attracts Anggika until they are in the faculty lobby.

"Relse! How are you doing that anyway? He said he'd keep my secret!" Omel Shahla's.

Angika lowered her head. "Sorry, La. I've already been spilled about it. I really don't like Lo being teased with that bitch!"

"Not to be taken seriously, Nggi. Rama's brother was just kidding,"

"Handid you?" Angry sigh. "Where's the joke anyway, Syahla?"

"I know Rama, and he's not that rich guy. We're just going to get together!"

"Now, tomorrow it could be!" sahut Anggika. "Gue don't accept that you cheated on me!"

"Kok say that, anyway? Where could I possibly be cheating? If I'm cheating, why don't you take it?"

"Yes I do not accept that Lo nyakin Pak Amar is as good as that!"

"Are you really that familiar with Mr Amar to defend him all?"

Suppose you breathe slowly. "Although I do not know very well Mr. Amar, I know that Mr. Amar is sincere with Lo,"

Kening Syahla wrinkled. "Sincerely how?"

"La, I don't know how the process Lo can marry Mr. Amar until Lo has not been willing to admit Lo's husband. But, according to I, even though you married not because of love, but Mr. Amar was actually already like Lo,"

Syahla snorted, "I've never heard those words from Mr. Amar, how do you know?"

Anggika holds both of his best friend's shoulders while looking at him deeply. "When Lo was sick, I was the one who picked up the phone from Mr. Amar. And when I told you that Lo was in the hospital, Mr. Amar seemed worried about it. He came there with a very anxious face, as if afraid of losing Lo. I'm not a very experienced person about romance, but I can feel from the heart of I'm the deepest if he really loves Lo."

Syahla listened to Anggika's explanation with a wrinkled face. "What time?"

"Well, it's up to you if you don't believe it. I'm just saying it. But, really, Lo there is no feeling like that's the same husband Lo?"

Syahla. "No,"

"Cepet very much the answer, try to think first well. Hasn't you ever felt so tight at the same time as Mr Amar?"

Shahla thought for a moment. "If deg-degan anyway.."

"Everything, right?" Assume smiling triumphantly. "That means there's a chance Lo could fall in love with Lo's husband,"

"What the hell?" Shahla shook her hand. "I never thought of that."

"Well, do not let Mr. Amar who nyari another girl," Anggika sneered, making Syahla glance cynically. Even so, Syahla came to mind with the word Anggika. Ustadz Amar looking for another girl? What possible?

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Shahla walked out of the faculty building with lethargic steps. Today the eyes of the lecturers are quite heavy, and the existence of the killer lecturer further adds to the burden on his mind and body. A can of cold drink gently greeted his cheek, making Syahla turn her head in surprise.

"Lesu very, Neng. Just drink,"

Syahla received the soda can with an awkward smile, turning to her right and left, making sure no eagle eyes were watching them.

"From what? Om Lu? Tuh, again chat with a sexy lecturer," pointed Kak Rama.

Syahla then followed the direction of Kak Rama's view, and his eyes widened when he saw the scenery in front of him. Ustadz Amar seemed to be chatting with the body leaning against the body of the car, and the slightly scantily dressed woman spoke with a laugh. Some of the students who passed by seemed to steal a glance at her husband while smiling shyly.

"Om Lu has a wife, right, Dek Lala?"

Syahla belicates hearing Kak Rama's question. "Kok Rama can tell? Where are you from?"

"Only a blind person who does not know that Mr. Amar is married. The ring is visible from here,"

Shahla noticed her husband's ring finger from afar and it turned out to be true, Ustadz Amar was wearing their wedding ring. Syahla felt bad because she never used the sacred object if not in an emergency.

"If Om Lu's wife, for example, knows, isn't she jealous?"

Syahla knew that Kak Rama's question was intended for 'wife of Mr. Amar' and not himself, because obviously Kak Rama did not know that they were both married. It's just that, somehow Syahla felt bothered by that question.

"It's impossible to be jealous!" reply spontaneous.

Syahla's reply clearly made Kak Rama turn his head. "Kok Lu know what? Isn't Aunt Lu jealous?"

Oops. Shahla realized that she had missteps. Because of Anggika, his mind is upset. Afraid of increasingly free speech, Syahla hurriedly said goodbye to Kak Rama and approached Ustadz Amar when he saw the young and beautiful lecturer was gone.

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Syahla got into the car with a pouting face, making Ustadz Amar second-guess.

"Why?" very quickly Ustadz Amar gave up thinking, in the end asked directly. "Is there a problem?"

"No papa," said Syahla.

"No papa, how is that?"

"What the hell? I'm just tired again,"

"Oh," Ustadz Amar did not bother, immediately turned on the car engine and drove out of the campus parking lot.

"The lecturer was beautiful, yes" said Syahla suddenly. Syahla himself also just realized his words, hastily correcting. "No, forget it."

"Which lecturer?" Ustadz Amar apparently did not want to end that. "Who met me in the parking lot?"

"Well, that's it" Shahla replied in a voice made flat, when in fact curious half to death.

"Oh, his name is Bu Yesi, a lecturer in the Department of Biology. Still young, he was only 27, but soon wanted to hold a doctorate. I consulted him about taking the S3 scholarship. Well, he's a lot more senior and smart, so there's no harm in me asking."

"And beautiful," said Syahla, throwing her face at the car window.

Ustadz Amar followed the direction of view Syahla which turned out to be only a row of cars that were stuck in red lights. "I admit, she is beautiful. But you're much prettier,"

Shahla turned her head. "Buck!"

"Why? You jealous?" Ustadz Amar smiled seductively. "Tumben wondered to his side,"

"Where is there? I'm just curious! Can't it?"

"Oh," Ustadz Amar pursed his lips. "I'm disappointed, you know,"

"What the hell," Shahla folded her arms in annoyance. "His husband likes me, too,"

Ustadz Amar was silent for a moment when he heard the words of Shahla. And Syahla, somehow started to feel something strange. Why is the atmosphere between them so awkward?

"If I really like you, how?"