Missing In The Heart
Chapter 3.London, a week ago...

..."Your mode is your drama."...

...~ Azqila Ziya Yildiz ~...

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Azqila pensively sat on the bench that surah provided in the back garden of the school. Azqila loved the place, the place where she won her mind and shed everything in her mind through her writing.

Azqila should look fine. He must be able to return to the old Azqila, slowly he will get used to it.

Jihan didn't go to school today because her father was in the hospital. Azqila plans to visit her father Jihan after school. Azqila closed the book. The sound of fighting sounded in Azqila's ear, he saw that there were already many disciples gathered and watched two men fighting. Azqila moved from her seat and saw who was fighting.

Many disciples had witnessed the fight, but not a single one separated the two of them. Azqila quickly headed for the teacher's office to report it, as there was already no other option to separate the two.

"STOP!" Shouted Mr. Agus.

All the students who were initially noisy became silent due to the arrival of Pak Agus.

"You two are in my room." After that, Agus left them.

After reporting Barra and Dimas, Azqila did not return to that place. He went to the toilet and went to the library to look for his textbooks.

"You want to be your hero?" Ask Mr. Agus.

"No sir."

"Why are you fighting?"

There was no answer from Barra and Dimas, they instead exchanged lyrics to mean hatred.

"Java!" Snapped by Agus.

"Okay, because you won't answer. You two have been out for 4 days. Please out!"

Just one day Barra went to school at the new Junior High School, but he had already made trouble. But for Barra this was no big deal, he even considered this just as his introduction to his new school.

Bruks.....

"You can't use your eyes!" furious Barra.

"Where are the streets with legs," said Azqila left Barra.

"Eh, wait."

"Oh, I'm busy."

"Well, who reported me to Agus?" Ask Barra to make sure.

"Why is that so?"

"Follow me now!" Barra pulls Azqila but Azqila holds her back.

"Ga will!" Barra did not care about Azqila's words, he continued to pull Azqila's hand up in front of the UKS.

"Lake in!" Azqila could not refute Barra's words, Barra's expression was quite frightening, Mada spoke cold but full of emphasis.

"Obati my wound," said Barra who was sitting in the safe.

"Relieve it!" Decline Azqila.

"Obatin! If you don't, I'll kiss."

"What the hell are you setting me up. At first you were kind to me" Azqila said as she cleaned Barra's wounds."

"Aw, can be slow a little bit anyway!" ringis Barra's.

"No!"

"I don't know how to thank you."

"You mean what?"

"It's good I want to help you who was cold at the stop yesterday."

"Ga somebody asked you to call me."

"But you're hoping for something to break you, right?"

"You know I didn't sincerely say!"

"Emang." answered Barra.

"You want what the hell?" tanya Azqila with emphasis bruised in the lip area of Barra.

"Aw, sick. You don't have it softly so be a girl. Borrow your cell phone."

"Make what?"

"Well, I'm not using old." Azqila gave her phone to Barra. Barra took her phone and typed something into Azqila's phone. However, the sound of a cell phone ringing from the pocket of Barra's pants.

"Ooohh, here it turns out." said Barra pretending not to know.

"Basic, say you moduskan want to ask for my mobile number" said Azqila snatch her phone from Barra's grasp.

"Thank you" said Barra, who Azqila did not respond to, leaving Barra.

"Tuh jutek girl very, at first aka kalem, quiet, efficient talking. Uh it turns out to be the real thing." - Grumbled Barra.

***

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said Azqila who was in front of the room in white clothes and bauk medicine.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, eh Azqila. Here come in" replied the person in the room.

Azqila entered the room, and placed the fruits on the table. And greet Papa and Mama Jihan.

"Where is om?" ask Azqila.

"Alhamdulillah, it's lightening. I can go home tomorrow, too, said the doctor."

"Alhamdulillah, if that's it. Oia, Jihan where's Tan?"

"Go to the cafeteria, she said she was hungry."

"Oh that's Tan, Azqila susulin Jihan ya Tan."

"Yes dear."

"Om, Azqila all want to go home. I hope you get well soon."

"Aamiinu. Thanks to Qil."

"Yes, same thing. Azqila says yes Aunt." Azqila went back to Jihan's parents.

"Dear, be careful."

"Yes Tan, Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh Tan Om."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh Qil."

Azqila came out of the room, she wanted to meet Jihan who was in the cafeteria. When Azqila met Jihan, she looked confused because Jihan was focusing on her phone with a smile.

Azqila had an idea, she slowly walked towards Jihan's seat. With care Azqila was already behind Jihan.

"Cie cie love love-an" cried Azqila laughing.

"Ihh, Azqila what the hell."

"Who is the exs?" asked Azqila who was already sitting in front of Jihan.

"Kepo you!"

"Ooohhh, now that's a secret secret secret."

"That's not Qil, I actually have long wanted to tell you, but there is no right time just like your situation yesterday."

"Hehehehe, I'm sorry. Now, yaudah, story."

***

"You went back to school where Qil was. How come you're going straight home? Ask Puspa.

"Azqila looks at Jihan's Papa, Ma."

"So how is Panji now?" ask Yildiz.

"Udah please fix Pa. I can go home tomorrow, too, said the doctor."

The dinner was attended only by Puspa, Yildiz, and Azqila. Ryan hasn't come home yet, because there are still hours of campus work.

"Ma, Azqila to the room huh. There's a job Azqila wants to do."

"Yes dear."

When Azqila was already in the room he started to take out his textbooks and books that he had borrowed in the library earlier. Azqila suddenly remembered the story of Jihan earlier. He can't think with Jihan how Jihan could like someone who doesn't know her origin yet. Azqila nodded her head thinking about it. He also began to do his job.

Hay Hay Hay....

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