USTADZ
3. A hypocrite!

Three months passed quickly. The twelve grade disciples had already finished working on the final exam smoothly. Now, while announcing graduation, Pesantren Al-Raudhah is holding a farewell event.

"The first public vote was by Shahla Nafisa!"

Accompanied by Gus Sahil, her older brother, Syahla, took to the stage to receive the prize. All the students clapped their hands.

After receiving the prize, Syahla became the representative who read the speech on stage. His firm voice and weighty speech contents again received a standing ovation.

When he got off the stage, it appeared that some of the sons santri approached him, crowded with bouquets of flowers and chocolates.

"Good La,"

"Remember me!"

"In this flower there is my number, later calling-calling yes!"

Shahla was forced to accept all the gifts. Although he did not like it, he accepted it to simply appreciate the giver.

"It turns out that the Syahla Deck is very popular, yes," seduced Hafsa, her sister-in-law. "A lot of gifts,"

Syahla smiles knot. The girl did have a beautiful face, as well as a tall body. Coupled with his brain intelligence, many santri sons secretly admired him. But Syahla never thought about it, she would rather read a novel in a corner of the room than be in a relationship with a man. According to him dating is the same as adding new problems in his life.

"Yahla!" Laksmi ran over to Syahla and hugged her tightly. "We'll be separated soon.."

"Yes.. You take care of your health, Mi.." Syahla's tears are spreading.

"Ehem!" Deheman a man made their tears instantly shrink. Syahla and Laksmi both turned their heads, and Ustadz Amar stood behind them.

"Eh, Ustadz Amar huh?" Gus Sahil greeted the man, shaking his hand tightly. "I'm Sahil, Syahla's sister. I've heard a lot about njenengan,"

"It is an honor to be known by Gus' njengan," Ustadz Amar replied with a big smile. "Where did you hear about me?"

Gus Sahil glanced at Shahla before replying. "Syahla often told me that there was a fierce ustadz in—"

"Mas!" Syahla silenced her brother's mouth, preventing the occurrence of unwanted things.

"Don't be honest dong," whispered Syahla. Both hands work well together. Because his right hand was twitching his brother's mouth, and his left hand was pinching his waist. Gus Sahil can only complain of enduring pain.

"This," Ustadz Amar handed over a book of kwarto to Shahla. "I promised to return your book, so now I'm returning it."

"Ustadz was late," Although grumbling, Syahla still accepted the book. "It's been two months since I was convicted,"

"But that's why you can be the general champion of one generation right? So there shouldn't be any problems,"

Syahla clucked. Ustadz Amar can always answer his words.

"Kok being so scuffed like this anyway, Ustadz?" Syahla seemed to open the pages of his book that looked tangled. "It's made for pillows, huh?"

"Well, that's it," Ustadz Amar shrugged unconcernedly. He then turned his eyes to Gus Sahil. "The genengan can nginep in my room Gus. I'd be so tired to go home today,"

"Ah, we're staying at Ustadz's brother's house, maybe tomorrow morning. I'd like to clean up Syahla's stuff,"

Ustadz Amar glanced at Shahla for a moment, then smiled at Gus Sahil. "Jas Gus, I resigned. Let's Ning,"

"Let's Ustadz," Hafsa nodded her head. While Syahla and Laksmi seemed busy themselves with the gifts they received.

"Eh, there's Zaky's number. Cepetan noted!" Laksmi hurriedly pulled out her phone. Indeed, because their parents came, they are allowed to wear smart objects that are special today only.

"You're the one who recorded it. I'm lazy" said Syahla who instead focused on eating one of his gift chocolates.

"Take it, take it. Only Zaky was taken,"

Laksmi sneers. "It has no heart!"

Shahla did not answer. He still remained indifferent and even opened his second chocolate pack.

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"Where's Kang from?" Sapa Ustadz Yasir who saw the arrival of Ustadz Amar.

Ustadz Amar just smiled. "From the front, look at the farewell,"

"Tumben," Ustadz Yasir frowned. During this time, Ustadz Amar did rarely appear at such events. If there is a crowd, usually Ustadz Amar choose to read books in the room.

"Just look around" replied Ustadz Amar, then he went to the table in the corner of his room and started to open the laptop.

"Oh.." Ustadz Yasir did not want to extend his question again. It's not important either. He turned to a small shelf of books and books.

"Well, where's Kang's book?" Ustadz Yasir. "Not exist?"

"What book?" Ustadz Amar replied with a view still in front of the laptop.

"The book has a story about that terrible ustadz,"

This time Ustadz Amar turned his head and looked at Ustadz Yasir fixedly. "Sampeyan read that book?"

"Yes, it's still exciting. Although the story is about teenage love, but it's enough to cheer my head if it's complicated."

Ustadz Amar sighed. "The book has been returned,"

"Well?" The look on Ustadz Yasir's face was disappointed. "Who does he have?"

"Have one of the students,"

"Aren't those really that stupid?"

Ustadz Amar looked at Ustadz Yasir with a gaze as if to say: 'seriously do you think so?'. Ustadz Yasir who understood the meaning of Ustadz Amar's gaze scratched his nape that did not itch.

"Who knows if you have a hidden talent,"

Ustadz Amar shook his head. "Rather than read such a book, it is better to read this,"

Ustadz Amar got up and handed a book in the hands of Ustadz Yasir. Ustadz Yasir frowned, reading the title of the book: The Science of Nahwu.

"Seriously, Kang?" Ustadz Yasir picked up the book. "It's not comforting it's getting dizzy!"

"But the more useful, the more knowledge."

Ustadz Yasir exhaled, trying to be patient. Though he had seen Ustadz Amar read the book every day, to the point that he thought it was a letter from his girlfriend. But now he says the book is of no use?

"Munafic," Ustadz Yasir chirped in a rather loud tone, causing Ustadz Amar to turn his head with a frown.

Seeing the sharp gaze of his roommate, Ustadz Yasir hurriedly ran out of the room before the third world war.

Ustadz Amar shook his head at the departure of Ustadz Yasir. Secretly, he looked outside and made sure his roommate was really gone. Once it felt safe, Ustadz Amar closed the door and opened one of the folders in his laptop.

UG, as the name Ustadz Amar listed in the folder. When opened, there are dozens of photos stored there, photos that he took from the book belonging to Shahla before he returned. With a slanted smile, the man began to re-read Syahla's writing from the first page.