A. N. S
Red Handkerchief Maroon

Lecturer Lis, Yeti lecturer and other lecturer resigned to witness Kak Ahmad shoot me. God has so many prayers gathered, while blessing our relationship. Many prayed for immediate application and went up to the guarantee.

Before the show ends. Brother Ahmad coded me not to go home first. He conveyed to the Fat Committee who was in charge of bringing the choir again teacher hymn when the event was about to end.

Fatty conveyed the message and then joined the voice-guiding choir group. And I nodded in agreement with returning the smile of Ahmad from far away.

At the end of graduation, graduates are asked to take pictures with family, girlfriend or maybe with their friends. I don't feel good sitting down with his veiled sister.

While waiting long enough. Finally, brother Ahmad approached me immediately. And let's leave that graduation room.

As he held my right hand, holding it tight once he feared losing me again. Hehe... His family still sits there. Only me and Ahmad left the room.

In front of the room it was a bit further away more precisely in the middle part of the distance between the elevator and the room. Brother Ahmad, ask for my answer.

" I'm sorry I just dared to approach you. Pedekate to you. I just revealed myself. If ANS was me. Ordinary abbreviated. And the lecturers prefer to call me ANS." while looking closely at the net we exchanged glances.

"Yes brother. No papa."

"I'm sorry I disappeared. I heard from my sister you Deket the same fat boy. It turns out it was just a cement. I keep hearing you become the same technical boy. I tried to keep my feelings hidden. But this time I will not be silent. I will speak my deepest heart. I don't want to lose you again for the umpteenth time." while changing his standing position to like a man proposing to his girlfriend in the scene, Do you merrit me. cieeeee....

"Are you willing to be my wife?" sontak made me gobsmacked by his sudden statement.

It was like being struck by a mercon in broad daylight and I was able to be Bagong (confused) and divide (confusing).

Not yet I dare to answer him has continued his talk.

"What will you choose between a flower, a ring and a handkerchief? I'll be sincere, because maybe I'm far from what you expected."

" I'm sorry, I can't choose." I haven't been able to continue my answer.

" Mas Ahmad.", I called him back. And he turned around for a moment and came closer to me.

"Yes, brother. What up... Why call me ? I'm far from your expectations, right. My body is not like any other guy."

" Hehe... Love does not look at body posture, mas. I want to say, I can't choose a handkerchief and flowers, mas."

" Huh...do you mean ... ?" his face is shining again. And looking at me with both hands he grabbed both of my hands.

" I repeat again. I can't pick flowers and handkerchiefs. I want a ring." as I smiled and he countered with his gratitude. Until it does not feel toga on his head just falls. I immediately took the toga and waited for him to rise from the bow of gratitude.

He stood and waited for me to put the toga on. He smiled sweetest in front of me. And immediately put the gold ring on the ring finger of my hand on the right.

"I love you, brother. I want to propose to you soon. I can't wait to make you halal."

Instantly he clasped my right hand and invited me to meet his Mother. Then he introduced me to his parents. And said to propose to me in front of my parents.

"That's fast." Ahmad nodded and smiled.

"Thank God, be happy, Fal. Success is Fal. Soon niqah alone rather than waiting long. Poor Mas Ahmad. You are delicious. Your paper is finished without searching for literature. Read and present."

Joking at my classmates. Alhamdulillah looks very happy Ahmad.

" Alhamdulillah Ahmad, Mr. Lis and Bu Yeti are happy. You can finally fight for your love. Falya's a good boy. Falya.don't forget the paper..." Passion Greeting to ANS and the demands of the paper that must be completed immediately.

Oh Allah, I still remember my proud lecturer with my paper assignments. While nodding and grinning..... It feels billed it how it is....