A. N. S
Passing Script Submission

In Library.

It turns out that he visited the library where he was imprisoned then and now. Alias chatted with the oldest library waiter. Pak Surono, Bu Menik, Pak Narto and Pak Darno.

Smiles and laughter look like people are just reuniting. He saw his watch. Reading the circumstances, he could guess his wife had finished college.

While chatting, his mind stepped out on a walk towards the labyrinth of the administrative room. My wife must be gathering with her friends. Gathering with male and female friends is as usual.

This jealousy is too strong in the heart of Mas Ahmad. But he had to be patient to accept his beautiful wife. Just men all over campus love to talk to my wife, because I knew she was Easy Going. So wrong behavior if the wife approached to talk to them.

I burned with jealousy, O Allah, until my wife was angry. Maybe I was too protective. I love my wife, Robb. I don't want to lose him a second time.

But I can't limit him. He's too perfect. Lately he tested my patience and tested his loyalty. He I know you're tired, have to go to college, take care of the house, take care of me. Still have to travel Solo Klaten almost every day. And I always accompany you. Not to mention that if I mess with you, you are angry to the point of breaking your heart. The problem is I'm jealous.

It's hard for a girl like you. You can't ride your own bike. I'm usually a screwdriver. Or used to be piggybacked. That makes me jealous blind. You can be as close as your friend. Like dating. Yes, I heard that your best friend likes you. He is more willing to let you go, for you are happy with me.

I'm sorry, Falya. I love you too much. Sorry for my imperfect attitude towards you. Until you say you want to leave, it's hard for me to accept. Beyond reason.

I can't sleep without your smile. I'll be tahajud myself again. The munfarid prayer. Cannot do. I can't let you get angry like this.

It's almost sublime you haven't been looking for me. This is a sign that you are really angry with me. You're where. I miss you, even if it's only been a few hours.

Must be the same with your friends. Yeah, a little jealous. Do not let my jealousy be the beginning of your anger. I'm too Over Protective. Sweat was sitting with Andri. Hot is my heart. I'm honestly angry. But if I get angry you are actually angry because of it.

I'll look for you. If you're really angry, you're going east. Forcing your own will. I haven't let you go back to your parents' house. I can be judged that the husband is not responsible for letting the wife go home alone.

"Bu Menik, Mr. Surono I found my wife first. He is almost dluhur he ndak nyari. At least his friends in the administration room are waiting for the announcement of the submission of the thesis."

"Wehhhh.still jealous of this same Falya. He's a regular time, Mad. Same friend chat even same temen guy. Many like your wife Lo, be careful !" source of information Bu Menik spoke.

"Mad, you don't know yet that Falya is usually the same fat Koko to Gramedia where must be the same child. Long ago...Lo. Before you niqahin him." added Mr. Surono.

Hahhhh. Netijen until it records the memory. Though I also Ndak ngapa-ngapain just mbonceng to Gramedia nyari book, maen to and fro and most events hanging out eating noodles in Gajahan noodles.

"Yes, sir. Papa is his past wife. Let's sir, my Mom down first looking for a wife want me to ajakin dluhur prayer first."

" Yes, Mad. Don't be scolded by her Erlin. He's a child who gets discouraged."

"Hehehe. Thanks for the same attention, wife."

While passing and salaman Mas Ahmad glided downstairs. He's correct. His heart felt something slashed.

As he looked at his heart, he was carrying a piece of paper announcing the submission with a big smile. And his friends retaliated. There are boy and girl friends being one. Burning jealous fire that can not be extinguished even with fire firefighters.

"Ehem...there has been an announcement in the submission of the script ?" I looked back to the right side there was Ahmad. God, since when he was here. Just surprised. He must have seen me as my friend.

"Yes, already, mas." with a faint smile.

"Where is the result ?" Ahmad tried to cover up his jealousy. He could read his wife was still angry at him. Her smile was cold for him.

"Alhamdulillah may propose, mas. It's the result." I thrust a piece of paper that contains the IP that I achieved last semester and the news of the submission of the thesis. Mas Ahmad then took it and read the contents. Even though he had memorized his words.

"Alhamdulillah. Come on, we pray dluhur first already heard Adzan tuh." while handing over the information paper.

I immediately paid my respects to my friends and followed Mas Ahmad to the mosque. He took me. Even without words. He was afraid to open his conversation. He knows I'm still angry. Later on I invited him to eat in Ayam Gajahan noodles. Let's not get fat who can take her.