USTADZ
50. Storm (2)

Ustadz Amar stepped out of the rector's room with lethargic steps. In fact, he himself did not want to think too much about the news. It's just that, inevitably, it becomes the mind of Shahla. Is his wife going to be okay? Moreover, the video clearly showed the faces of the two of them. Ustadz Amar was afraid that Shahla would receive scorn from the people.

When he was about to step foot into the lecturer's office, Bu Yesi suddenly confronted him with a cynical look.

"I did not expect Mr. Amar to like it so," he said, wiping his tears. "What did Mr. Amar actually see from the girl? He was a kid. Even if Mr. Amar wants to have a deposit, I also want Mr."

Ustadz Amar took a deep breath. "Mom, me and Shahla are a legitimate married couple. No mistress or infidelity. The video deliberately spread slander. Later Bu Yesi will see a rebuttal from the rector." Ustadz Amar pinched his head which suddenly felt dizzy. "I'm sorry ma'am,"

Regardless of the looks of the lecturers who were seen judging him, Ustadz Amar immediately picked up his books and walked towards his first class today.

When opening the classroom door, Ustadz Amar was surprised because the students in the room were only three people. Though if according to the absence he brought, there should be thirty people who entered his class. But Ustadz Amar tried to smile and be professional.

"Morning," he said while sitting in the lecturer's chair. "I saw this morning it was so quiet, right?"

"Yes sir" replied a student. "Friends are asking to move into Mr. Restu's class."

"Ah, I see," Ustadz Amar smiled bitterly. In the depths of his heart was a deep disappointment, but he decided to immediately ignore it. "Okay, let's just start college today."

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"Lo sure you still want to go to class?" Anggika tried to align his steps with Shahla who stepped his legs wide. "Why not try to calm down?"

"No, no," Syahla continued to step steadily. "I don't want to lose to someone who has slandered me. I'll show you that I'm not a weak man!"

"Yes, I know you're not a weak person, and the news is definitely not true! But you know for yourself how people have been acting all this time? Right or wrong, they'll still blaspheme Lo!"

"Nggi," Shahla looked at Anggika confidently. "As long as you, and those who love me do not believe the news, I am satisfied. I don't care about other people's words. So, you calm down, okay?"

"Yes but it's.." Anggika still felt objection, but seeing Syahla's determination made him give in. "OK, Okay, I mean Lo. Just calm down. I promise you, I'll be the first one to defend Lo more than anyone."

"Thank You," Syahla smiled sincerely. This time he really felt lucky to have a friend as good as Anggika.

As Anggika guessed, their friends did not welcome the arrival of Shahla well. They openly spoke loudly about the news circulating, and instead pointed to Shahla while addressing her mistress.

"Freak deh Lo all! Syahla the same Mr. Amar is legal to be husband and wife! You are students, it is second semester, and you are studying at the best campus in Jakarta. Can we still get hoax news? So strange!" I guess I can't stifle his emotions anymore. "There's a man here, don't whisper to yourself! Ask dong!"

"Certainly, why was Syahla ngakuin Pak Amar as his oomnya? Why don't I if I'm a husband and wife?" ask a student.

"Itu—" Anggika confusion replied. Shahla immediately stood up from her seat and looked at everyone in the class.

"Here, he said that because he was found out. Originally a real mistress, now after the video spread new ngaku become husband and wife!" tukas a student with a tone of disbelief. The other students then quickly agreed to the word.

"It makes sense. No, don't bother denying everything. You two are perfect if you want to make a video onlyfans. HAHAHAHA!" chirps a student who immediately makes the whole class laugh out loud, not including Syahla and Anggika of course.

"Yes, really! The video is only three minutes long, at least an hour!"

Shahla closed her eyes, trying to be patient. While the babbling of his classmates still echoed in the room. Fortunately, a moment later, Mr. Lecturer came and quelled the noise instantly.

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Ustadz Amar stepped hurriedly towards the Faculty of Letters which was next to the building where he taught. Although he had been busy giving material to the students, his mind was fixed on the wife. He is really worried about the current condition of Syahla and wants to quickly make sure of the situation.

When he reached the lobby of the vast Faculty of Letters, he found that Shahla was walking quickly towards him.

"Yahla!" Ustadz Amar approached and clearly the scene was immediately in the spotlight of all students who were there. Some mobile phones go straight up and prepare to capture the moment of two people who are trending on the topic.

"Why is Husband here?" Sasha asked with concern. "Pope's husband doesn't, does he?"

Ustadz Amar breathed a heavy sigh. "I'm not papa. You how? You're not papa, are you?"

"Eh, uh, actually dong turns out that they have an affair," a female student made Ustadz Amar turn his head. He then realized that everyone was swarming around them.

"After looking around, it turns out they look the same as the one in the video!"

"Yes that. Not only are they similar, but that's what they are!"

"Sir! Part two when?" a student with insolence. Ustadz Amar clenched his hands furiously, but Shahla held him back.

"Mas, it's yuk, we go home" said Syahla calming. Ustadz Amar nodded his head and embraced his wife to leave the faculty building. Suppose you follow them from behind while pointing the middle finger at everyone gathered there.

Along the way to the parking lot, all eyes looked at them. Anggika was busy glaring at those people one by one.

"You come, yes" Ustadz Amar pinta told Anggika when they were in front of Ustadz Amar's car. "Please comfort Syahla,"

Angika nodded her head. "Well sir,"

"Thank you" Ustadz Amar opened the car doors for the two girls. After feeling they were already sitting comfortably, Ustadz Amar closed the door and switched to open the front car door. With a deep sigh, he stepped on the gas pedal and his car rolled out of the campus parking lot.