USTADZ
49. Storm (1)

First day of college in second semester. Syahla was busy looking at her appearance in front of the mirror. The hijab is already draped over the head with a small needle as a hook. His clothes are also neat. He this time dropped the choice on a blue tunic, his favorite color combined with a cream plisket skirt.

"OK," Shahla nodded her head satisfied with her appearance today. Do not forget to grab the backpack lying on the bed. He is looking forward to showing his first novel to Anggika.

"Thank you, baby" As usual, Ustadz Amar delivered Syahla in the parking lot, then they would enter the campus building themselves. This was done to avoid suspicion of people. Although Shahla began to rethink should she just show them their relationship from now on.

Just now Syahla took a cellphone to contact Anggika, the girl even first called him. Syahla smiled sumringah, picking up the phone happily. "Hello? Why Nggi? Are you the same as me? Call me in the morning,"

"MORRA!" In contrast to Syahla's friendly welcome, Anggika instead exclaimed from across the phone. "Where's lo?"

"On campus. Where else?" Syahla was surprised because Anggika's voice sounded panicked. "What's the matter, Nggi?"

"Well, which campus is it? I'm going there!"

"I was in the garden before our faculty. It's still the road. What do you want to follow me here in class?"

"That's it! Anyway, wait there! Don't go anywhere! And don't open the phone until I come!"

"Well, why? Huh hello? Ng it? Hello?" Syahla's eyebrows are linked because it turns out Anggika has hung up the phone. "What's so bad about early in the morning?" Although he was surprised, Syahla looked for an empty chair in the park. Alright, he will wait well for the sake of listening to Anggika's explanation. But, it seems like something is strange. Why did every student and student who passed by look at him?

"That right? Who is the affair? Ih, I didn't expect.." Shahla faintly heard the whisper of one of the female students. "It looks like a good kid, it turns out.."

"Age now where there is such a thing as a good boy? The casing could be pious, but in fact the dalem is rotten. Mending our rich yes, from outside the rotten of the floor is also rotten! Ahhaha!" Another student who was greeted by the laughter of his friends.

"What the hell?" Shahla felt futile because listening to the conversation was not worthwhile. But, who exactly was the person they were talking about just now? Why are they pointing at him?

Intrigued, Syahla finally defied Anggika's orders and decided to reopen the phone. He pressed a campus chat group that he deliberately mute so that the notification is not too noisy. When it opened, there were five hundred messages that he had not read. He read it carefully to a discussion that looks strange.

There is a number that sends a youtube video link with a message that reads: 'hot video lecturer and student'. Syahla was initially reluctant to open the link, because from the title alone can be guessed what the contents are. But, what makes it widen the eyes are messages that reply to the message of the sender of the link.

+6281369***: 'crazy! This is a handsome lecturer at the MIPA Faculty right?'

+6282678***: 'yes, rill! I taught in my class. So I hapal actually form gmana. Fix this must be Mr A!'

+6281273***: 'who's uncle? What's clear? I don't know the lecturer2 in mipa!'

+6281790***: 'pak amar'

+6281273***: 'who's girl keeps?'

+6281790***: 'myahla. Indonesian literature semester 2'

Shahla was struck by lightning in broad daylight when she saw her name and her husband being dragged into the conversation. With trembling hands, he returned to the very top of the conversation and pressed the already scattered link.

"Astaghfirullah's.." Syahla suddenly felt his legs too weak to support the body. With a gasp of breath, he fell to his knees on the ground. The phone he was holding just fell.

Syahla could only be speechless hearing Anggika's nagging. Anggika then helped her back to sit on the garden chair.

"Nggi," Shahla's tears have been pouring down. "Why is there a video of me with Mas Amar.."

Angika took a long breath. "Gue only found out today. This morning the campus chat group was excited. Actually I want to call Lo, just I'm too confused about what to do. I thought you knew. I just realized that you rarely open a group chat."

Angika stroked the shoulders of her best friend who looked in severe shock. "Ten yourself Lo. I'm sure this matter will be resolved quickly. The college will confirm the news as soon as possible."

Shahla no longer knows what to answer. Finally he could only cry sobbing in Anggika's arms. Suppose rubbing Syahla's back trying to strengthen.

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"Let's explain this" a stocky woman with glasses perched on her nose showed a video on Ustadz Amar. His look was intimidating. Anyone would be disappointed if faced with the rector of the best University in Jakarta.

Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. He is currently being tried in the rector's office due to an incident involving him. In addition to Ustadz Amar and the rector, there were also several vice-chancellor sitting beside him. With hesitation, Ustadz Amar grabbed the phone from the table and began to press the play button.

Ustadz Amar felt his chest tight as he watched the video at the first second. Seen there was himself and Syahla who was making out on the sofa in front of the television. The video is three minutes long, with those kissing each other as the video closes.

"Is that really you?" the rector who is more familiarly called Bu Retno interrogates. "I ASKED WHAT IS YOU?"

"True," Ustadz Amar gulped. "That's me and my wife."

"Wife? So you're married to this student?"

"True Ma'am," Ustadz Amar nodded his head. "Sha and I have been married for almost half a year. But I don't know who the brash people who've been filming and spreading our videos are."

"So you're telling me that the charge of you having a stash is not true?" Behind his round glasses, Ustadz Amar could feel the sharp gaze of Bu Retno.

"Yes Mom. The accusation is slander, because the fact is that Shahla is not my mistress, but my legal wife."

Ms. Retno leaned her back on the sofa and crossed her hands in front of her chest. "Do you have any proof?"

"We are married with religious and state permission. When I talk about evidence, I have. I can show you both our marriage books."

Ms. Retno seemed to think for a moment. "I actually believe in you. During your time here, you have shown incredible performance. Unfortunately, it's all useless if it doesn't come with public trust."

"Now, I will post a rebuttal to the charges against you. It's just that I'm not sure the students will accept it or not. Do you want to apply for leave first or just teach as usual?"

"I will teach ma'am" replied Ustadz Amar steadily. "I want to show people that I'm not wrong. And the one who is not mistaken need not fear such unfounded news."

Ms. Retno nodded her head. "good. But you should know, if it's not just you who's affected. Your wife, who is also a student at this college, will also accept the same." Retno then moved from her seat and patted Ustadz Amar on the shoulder. "I hope you two can be husband and wife who strengthen each other, until this matter is over."