Want me to Be With You
Episode 24
Time passed so quickly, not felt, the day of graduation had arrived. At SMK Misbahul Aulad Labuha, the Schoolgirls and Students, both from the Department of Pharmacy, Computer & Network Engineering (TKJ), Accutancy and Secretary–all gathered in the School Hall. All students and students are declared to pass one hundred percent. A smile, a laugh, a cry that just broke out. Everything has an inexplicable meaning.
Some Students and Students from the Department of Computer & Network Engineering (TKJ) and Accounting contributed a song they created themselves. Songs called "Teacher". The lyrics of the song were so heart-wrenching, unsolicited, cries broke out from the teachers and disciples began to sound. The show didn't stop there. Now it's Savana's turn to come forward to express his gratitude to the teacher who has been instrumental in his life.
"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Assalamualaiakum Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh" Savana said hello. The girl wiped her tears repeatedly. He was not a child but he was currently crying as he pleased.
"Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh"
"Alhamdulilah, today we are all still given the opportunity to attend and celebrate the graduation day of class 08"
"Lagsung alone, my presence in front of here, I want to say__" Savana could not help but cry, she turned her face in the other direction, trying to toughen up.
"Thank you, Ms. Arwina, it was my mother who brought me to this school. Mom became my parents, registered my name, and she helped pay for my expenses while I was here. Thank you also to all the teachers, friends and other majors who have taught me many things. Without all of you, I wouldn't be here"
Savannas sob, so do others. It is not easy for him to try not to disappoint the teacher who financed his school fees for the past 3 years.
"Maybe that's it, more and less apologies, I end with Bismilbornrahmanirrahim, Wassalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh"
Savana drags her steps and stops next to her best friend, Fauziah. Both hugged tightly. Their efforts over three years bore fruit. Both are on the overall championship list. Fauziah managed to be in first position, Savana managed to be in second position. Farul is in fifth place.
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Fauziah drove the Jago home. He can't wait to share his happiness with his family. The smile of the sumringah did not escape the beautiful face of the girl. God, so beautiful creatures created by God this one.
It didn't take long, Fauziah arrived home. He left the Jago in the garage. Little run wants to open the door but the door is locked.
"Assynnnya ... Mother ... Granny ... Uncle Aunt ..." Fauziah shouted to the people who played an important role in his life. Inside the house, the family prepared to surprise the first granddaughter of the Darusalam family.
"August .. See Mother No?" ask Fauziah to Mother Sakila who happened to be out on the road waiting for the frontman seller.
"Look no. Maybe at Grandma's house" replied Sakila Mother.
A month after the incident, about a cancelled marriage. Mother Sakila's family and Fauziah's family began to establish a family as they used to behave. Only Fauziah and Aqmal are not as familiar as they used to be. Fauziah restricts even him away from Aqmal. It was not that she decided on the talisilahturahmi, but that the girl learned to respect herself. He cannot be selfish of himself. Aqmal reprimanded, he would return the greeting. Aqmal sent a message, Fauziah will reply to him as per the question. Aqmal contacted him, he would answer the call, answering as per what was asked.
"Nothing" said Fauziah lesuh. She sat on the porch of the house trying to contact her Mother. Repeatedly he tried but his number was out of reach. When she was frustrated, she accidentally saw the shoes. He carved a smile.
"Mother and Grandma must be on the market. Aunts and Uncles are also definitely in the garden" Fauziah murmured. Ie pouted and said. "Didn't they know today's hearing results. They should have been waiting for me at home" he muttered annoyedly.
Fauziah opened the door with the key in his hand. The door of the house suddenly opened. Fauziah's thick forehead swooping up. He felt something strange.
He's in the lema, between going in and sitting on the porch.
And sure enough, that woman was a coward. He chose to sit on the porch. Just a few tens of seconds, Mother Santi suddenly appeared with a motor. Fauziah carved a smile. I can't wait to share my happiness with my mom.
"Mother ... Where the hell's that been?" tanyanya pouting.
"From the market" replied Mother Santi lying. Actually, the woman came out of the kitchen and walked down to the compound, then stopped the motorcycle and drove her home. It was all for the sake of smooth their plans.
"From the market but don't buy anything" Fauziah murmured slowly.
"Let's go in" Mother Santi pulled her daughter's arm. Actually, they had been waiting for Fauziah to come in but the girl was sitting on the porch.
Check-lek--the door opens.
Fauziah rounded his eyes with his mouth wide open. She ran into the house hugging Aunt Nova. The crying broke, he hugged his aunt tightly. A woman who is willing to leave her parents' house just to serve her husband. Women who are willing to leave wealth only for love. Not that Aunt Nova was stupid, but she knew that her husband was a man who valued women, especially her mother. And sure enough, Aunt Nova was treated like a queen by her husband.
"Congratulations, Honey. Thank God, Auntie is happy" said Bibi Nova.
"Auntie, thank you" said Fauziah again hugged Aunt Nova tightly.
Fauziah breaks his embrace, he hugs Grandma, then Uncle and lastly his Mother.
"Bun, thank you. Mother wants to take care of me. Thank God, today I am 18 years old and today I won 1 general" said Fauziah. He broke his arms, took the money out of the bag.
"Mother, this is for Mommy" Fauziah offered a million dollars. "The money is from the Headmaster. The general 1st champion can be a million" he explained.
Elsewhere, precisely in Toko Bandung. Aqmal paid the bill he bought. Three robe and three hijabs. Enough for the prize.
"May Fauziah like" murmured Aqmal