Ustadz Fauzan
MISUNDERSTAND

after the application he always visited my house .

Several days of school holidays .for 12th grade students close to the boarding school assigned to picket clean the pesantren area for 2 days.

and by the time I get a picket schedule with my best friend tone.

"do you want to pick up a fauzan or bring your own motorbike?"ask dad when I put my needs in there.

"nisa bring her own motorbike only well, kasian mas fauzan cape must pick nisa here"

"do you dare to dok?"ask me to worry

"dare buk" I replied convincingly,

"yes you have ati2 nduk if you leave, do not stay in his prayer, eat it, take good care of yourself well" advised my mother while stroking my fist

"iya buk,insya alloh nisa take good care of herself"

after saying goodbye, I set off on my own motorbike.

I did not want to trouble mas fauzan, because I know he was so busy taking care of pesantren because he included being the steward of the pesantren.

"i want to make a surprise to mas fauzan"tukas I in my heart with a thin smile.imagine him surprised to see me suddenly in the boarding school.

45 Minutes drive I arrived at the house tone to pick him up.

"assalamu'alaikum nad"salam ku.after a few minutes the tone came out to see me..

"wa'alaikumslam, is it all you've reached nisa?"

"already nad, I samperin you used to just go to the dorm, oh yes this is a gift from mom," I also handed over a black swish bag containing cassava chips and bananas.

"alkhamdulillah, thank you nisa, until my thanks to your mother well".

"ready to do it"

"by the way you're here in anterin ustadz fauzan?"

"no nad, I came here with my own motorbike, his intention to make a surprise for him,"

"waduh waduh his future wife ustadz fauzan full of surprises" said the tone while in the laughter of the two of us.

after telling about the proposal, we decided to go to the dormitory because there were 6 students waiting for our arrival.

arriving at the dormitory we also began cleaning the dormitory by dividing the tasks of each2.

"don't you call ustadz fauzan nisa?" ask the tone on the sidelines sweeping the poststren page.

"let's just a nad, later if the clean-up has just finished I call."

suddenly I saw mas fauzan hitchhiking a woman while joking.the woman embraced the hip mas fauzan tightly.

"nad," I called out a tone and pointed at him

"it's ustadz fauzan nisa, with whom is he why so friendly?"ask for a tone while hugging me .

"why so friendly?"I asked softly, I did not feel my tears falling, it hurt .

"why does he have the same me and what am I?"

I also cried in the arms.

The tone always calmed me.I decided to go to the room.

it's ruined '"why are you the same me mas?"I asked while looking at the photo of our application that I made wallpaper on the phone.

"didn't you try to call her nisa?"

"i can't call you yet"

"yes later if you're a bit calm you call him? ask him slowly."tone advice to me

"yes, I still need time."

suddenly Mas fauzan called me

"it's ustadz fauzan calling you anisa, pick up"tone

I picked up the phone from the fauzan mas with tears still flowing, with my heart rumbling, true emotions bursting.

"assalamu'alaikum."Hail him from sebrang

"wa'alaikumslam," I replied with a whim

"can you cry? wh why?what's up?"ask her to panic.

I didn't answer him a word either.

"so I'm on the phone, she said nisa's at the cottage?"

it's still the same I didn't answer at all.

"honey, why didn't you tell me that now your schedule is picket?"

"nisaaaa, why are you?you cry?you're fine, don't shut up, please answer."

"mas.."Call me softly still as you like.

"dear baby,,"

"can we meet now?"

"gold again there's a need dear, kalo later tonight gimna?"

"what needs?"

"gold again in the cottage, baby?"

"oh yes Anisa forgot if mas again go with another woman" I replied with a tight breath and immediately I ended the phone from her.

I was crying too.

"what am I wrong, why is he with me,"

I saw him call me back many times.

I finally fell asleep, because Cape was crying.

"nis,,, wake up" I woke up feeling someone woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly seeing mas fauzan beside me. I hurried to sit back to mas fauzan.

"why antum is here tadz"

"you why nis?why are you crying?your eyes are swollen"

he grabbed my hand"look me in the eye, okay,?"

I'm brave enough to open the conversation.

"why antum tega to my tadz?my fault what?if antum doesn't want me to say it again?"ask me.tangisku broke too

"what do you mean nisa?"her reply was confused while rubbing my head .

"antum had a crush on another woman, I saw her myself"

"why does antum have nisa?"

"wait, who does zahra mean?"

"i don't know who it is, but antum really does have the same nisa"

fauzan laughed immediately.

"why laugh.indeed antum deliberately make me hurt?"

"no dear, please cry out, "his love while wiping my tears

"it's zahra baby, cousin mas, he's my aunt's son,"

"why so friendly?don't lie to anisa?"

"not affectionate, is he ca holding onto the mas?"

"anisa doesn't believe in me at all!"firmly

"yes you have come to the house of the mas, and then the mother who clearly told you to believe,"

"don't do it, you want permission to go home ,"

"don't love, believe the same mas well, please believe in your dear mas.mas,."please kneel before me.

I pulled him back to sit next to me.

"don't be like that tadz!"my orders

"trust me to mas nisa, come and take you to the mas house,!"pinta pleaded.

"i'd like to take the girl here tonight, and explain everything."

"dear, I'll take her to see you"

"yes it's time to go, I want to get ready to shower and pray ashar".I ask politely

"dear baby, will we eat out tonight? no one's cooking in the cottage,"

"gazo alloh tadz"

after that mas fauzan also left my death, and I grabbed the cellphone that was beside me.

So many notes missed calls and chat.one of them from mom.

mother: ibuk:

(where are you, why aren't you picking up your phone?)

mother: ibuk:

(why was fauzan telfon ibuk nduk? you have arrived, right?I'm worried)

there was a lot of chatter from my mom, I knew she was worried about me.

I also returned her.

(assalamu'alaikum buk,maaf nisa new bales,tadi anisa busy,trs anisa also overslept buk,hp anisa silent)

I also retaliated by lying so that my mother and father do not worry anymore, and do not add to the problem later.

(wa'alaikumslam ndok.alkhamdulillah if you are good2, you are the hub of your mas, he is worried about you)

(yeah buk, later nisa tlfon dy)

after replying to the message with my mother, I decided to take a shower and go to the mosque with a tone.

I saw mas fauzan standing in front of the poststren with the woman he was boning last afternoon.

"why are they there nisa?"

"i don't know nad, just let it go" I replied

"mistress!!!" call mas fauzan

my steps stopped when mas fauzan called me.

I didn't turn my head in his direction.The annoyance in my heart still rumbles.

"what's up? I want to go to the mosque, "my emotions run high when the woman approaches us.

With shortness of breath, I also clenched my hands .pelan-pelan I exhale to muffle emotions .

"mas,"why woman it feels like my blood is boiling in her .

"i want to talk to you, baby."

"it's time to pray tadz, then yah"I asked as I stepped up his death with the woman.

my hand was pulled by a fauzan.

"wait for nis, mau want to explain to you.kalo this cousin of mine dear zahra his name."clear mas fauzan to convince me .

"yes, I am zahra, a cousin of mas fauzan, we did not meet yesterday because zahra is still in pesantren, maafin zahra ya make mbak anisa with mas fauzan so fight" explained the woman at length.

"you think I'd believe you?"my mind glanced towards him.

"please believe honey, all this is misunderstood. later tonight mas take you to the house well,"

"insya alloh mas," I answered

zahra greeted me and hugged me.

"zahra, I'm sorry, 'cause your zahra's misunderstood"

"well, I have not gone to the mosque before"

pamper me and leave them.

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