Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 73: Hard to Believe

Myria returned to the classroom in a daze. The entire consciousness seemed to be sucked in with the thing that Mr. Tirta revealed in front of him earlier. The support bones of the limbs seem fragile and no longer function properly.

Friska. The girl was waiting for Myria with an uneasy feeling from earlier. The reason is, students are called to the principal room is certainly not a trivial matter.

“My ...” The tall and slightly filled girl approached. Friska's voice was so soft. “Why are you gini shoots? What's up, My?” Murat was worried about framing almost the entire surface of Friska's face. The appalling condition of his best friend made the girl sad.

“My, say something. Don't take me.”

Myria head moved slowly. His two round eyes were only willing to return Friska's gaze after being forced. Lips that have always been silent since earlier in front of Mr. Tirta until now have not been able to say anything.

“Why?” Friska's heart suddenly turned upside down. He observed Myria's face fixed and only realized that his best friend after crying. No need to ask anymore, Friska doesn't need a reason to care. She immediately pulled Myria into the embrace even though her best friend had not been willing to tell her a story.

What the hell's going on? Does the principal know Myria's relationship with Kasa keeps him out. Oh, my God, no! Don't get that kayak.

Friska's heart dropped and was busy guessing the worst thing Myria experienced to invite tears. It is not usually the only friend.  Friska memorized Myria's temperament which was so persistent to live life no matter how much trouble came.

“I'm here, My.” Those were the only words Friska could speak at this moment. Forcing Myria to tell a story is not the solution, Friska is afraid that her best friend will be depressed.

The behavior of the two girls no doubt invited the attention of friends in the class. Although there were no lessons, some of the disciples stayed in the room and some scattered out of nowhere. Coincidentally, Sakti entered the student section in the class.

The 18-year-old stopped playing games. Sakti immediately changed the camera menu and secretly photographed Myria and Friska. He immediately sent the results of his shots to Space.

“Bro, your wife why? Same with lo?” The caption is written below the photo sent. Sakti deliberately did not come directly as before. Now, he was trying to keep his distance from Myria in order to avoid misunderstanding.

The message from Sakti was not immediately read. Apparently, Angkasa at home was chatting with Mrs Nasita. The young man only returned to the room after an hour and called Myria.

Sixth dial, the call was just answered. “My, where are you?” In an instant, Angkasa immediately asked like he was being chased by something.

“Astaghfirullah. Greetings first, cake. It's getting ready to go home. Wh why? You want to drop something?” As if there was nothing, Myria's speech was as calm and gentle as ever. He deliberately hid the problem from Space because he was not ready to tell a story.

Space takes a breath. “You're not pa-pa, are you?”

Hearing Space's question, Myria hesitated to answer. He folded his lips for a while while glancing at Friska at the side. His friend was twisting his chin as if asking ‘kenapa’.

“Eng–. Why emang? Here I go home. Just got the lesson schedule earlier, have nothing to do. So go home to you.”

“Yes, be careful. I'm waiting at home.”

“Iya. Assalamualaikum.”

The call ended after Angkasa answered the greeting. Myria soon moves on and leaves class with Friska. However, before returning home, Myria wanted to stop by the tomb for a while.

By taxi Myria went with Friska. Until the tomb, he went to the mother's tomb. Unlike usual there was a cry of sadness, this time Myria came with a calm face.

“Mother, today I met Father.”  In between cleaning the grass and the dried leaves, Myria spoke. It was as if he was telling a living person.

Friska was almost unsteady from the shock of hearing Myria's words. He who was standing at the back, quickly approached to hear the other words.

“Am I not wrong?”