When Love Is Afflicting
People in love say it is beautiful

"Annisa!"

Annisa's reflexes turned toward the source of the familiar voice.

'Annisa's inner 'Ustadz Furqon' melted her hands slowly from her opponent's hair.

"Astaqfirullohal 'azim! what the fuck are you guys." Ustadz Furqon closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed. Seeing that Annisa and her opponent were not wearing headgear, even the necks of the two girls were visible.

Annisa who had just realized her head was open, immediately lowered her head. Hasna swiftly put on the hijab of Annisa who had fallen to the floor.

"Follow me to the teacher's office!" furqon firmly, instantly twisted his body out of the canteen.

Earlier this new Furqo from musolla, when passing in front of the canteen, Furqon accidentally heard a noise from inside the canteen, requiring him to veer into the canteen, Furqon did not expect to see Annisa fighting with her friend.

After Furqon left, Annisa just raised her head. Then direct it towards the girl who still has not worn her hijab back. Looks like the girl still wants to show off her long blonde hair.

"I will not accept this insult" Annisa growled and walked out of the school cafeteria.

The girl snorted, then tidied her hair with her hands. After tying it neatly, just wear the hijab back.

Arriving at the teacher's room, Annisa stepped her feet with her head lowered towards Furqon who was sitting on her desk chair. Annisa's clothes are very messy, her hijab looks tilted.

"Is that how you solve Annisa's problem?" ask Furqon to catch a glimpse of Annisa's face.

Annisa bit her lower lip, unable to answer Furqon's question.

Shortly after, the girl against Annisa also came to follow, and stood beside Annisa with a very defiant gaze towards Furqon.

"What is your problem, until you fight each other to hurt, even until your hijab is removed?" ask Furqon.

"Annisa is Ustadz first" replied the girl.

"Is that really Annisa?" ask Furqon to Annisa.

"Monica the first Ustadz. He purposely doused me with his meatballs and drinks" Annisa replied without daring to look towards Furqon.

"I was accidentally Ustadz, and I've also apologized well. But Annisa was still angry, and even returned to watering me with meatballs" explained the schoolgirl named Monica defending herself.

"Annisa, now please stand in front of the flag until you go home" Furqon ordered firmly, without intending to ask who was wrong again between the two students.

Annisa instantly raised her head, staring at Furqon sharply with a glazed look. And without excuse put his foot out of the room.

"And you Monika, please clean the school Musola clean" tell Furqon again.

"But Ustadz...."

Monica did not continue her sentence seeing Furqon standing up from her chair, stepping her feet out of the room.

Annisa, who was already standing in front of the flag, turned her face towards the sky, trying to challenge the glare of the sunlight. But who would have guessed, the bright light was slowly covered with black clouds, and the rain suddenly drenched Annisa. Annisa slowly closed her eyes, enjoying the cold rain falling on her face.

'God, said the person in love is beautiful, but why do I feel this painful?' inner Annisa did not care about her wet body in the torrential rain. Even Annisa did not care about the lightning and lightning striking the lightnings.

"Why are you stupid?."

The voice of the man who pulled her arm, managed to make Annisa open her eyes and set her gaze towards the man who was carrying her wearing an umbrella . Annisa immediately pulled his hand until it slipped from the grasp of the man who turned out to be Furqon.

Furqon turned her body towards Annisa.

"But again it rained Annisa, and there was also lightning and lightning. It can be dangerous for you" Furqon said, looking at Annisa's face. Although Annisa's face was in the rain, Furqon knew that Annisa was crying.

"If I die in a lightning strike, maybe it's my destiny" Annisa replied. His face was clearly desperate.

Furqon again grabbed Annisa's cloth-coated arm, pulling her towards the rain-protected spot.

"Don't hurt yourself" Furqon said, leaving Annisa as soon as they reached the terrace of the school building.

Annisa who was staying could only remain silent and look at Furqon's back which was getting further away.

'Ustad Furqon, why should my brother be paired with you?. What should I do if I can't take this love out of my heart?. Do I have to take you from Yasmin?. But I'm not that nice. Ustadz Furqon, is there a little love in your heart for me?.'

Annisa wiped away her tears from the rain that had been pouring down her, then stepped her feet towards the school's administrative room to ask for a new uniform, because there's no way he's gonna wear his wet clothes until he gets home from school.

**

Back at school, Annisa went straight into her room and closed the door tightly. Finished changing her clothes, Annisa arranged her things into a suitcase. Tomorrow he will go to the city where his birth mother lives. Annisa would go to school there, not wanting to see Ustadz Furqon every day at school.

" Anika!"

"Yes Dad, come in!" annisa replied exclaiming to hear her father's voice from outside the room.

Ustadz Bilal, standing at the door of Annisa's room, opened the door in front of her and stepped in.

"What's the matter Dad?" annisa asked, smiling at Ustadz Bilal.

"Your mother called Dad, she said her husband would move outside the country, and you should go there" replied Ustadz Bilal.

Annisa instantly stopped the movement of her hand drafting her book into the suitcase."When?, why didn't Mama tell me?" annisa asked in disappointment.

"His husband also just got that information from his superiors. In a week, her husband will leave for the country. And before your mother catches up with her husband, she says she will come here to spend time with you" replied Ustadz Bilal to comment on his smile.

"Why is he smiling?. Brother is happy his ex-wife is coming here?."

Ustadz Bilal's smile faded immediately at the sound of a throbbing voice beside him." Aqeela's gonna stay at her house, baby. Don't be jealous, you look more cute" Ustadz Bilal said at the end of his sentence while blinking one eye at his beloved wife.

Umi Hani pursed her lips, pretentious and cute while smiling with a smile, but she was old.

'People are upset about the level of Goddess, even Dad is with Umi, playing code. It's gotta be tonight they're doing some personal business.'

Annisa squinted her eyes at Ustadz Bilal and Umi Hani.

"Ehem!"

Deheman Annisa managed to resuscitate the couple's husband and wife who were again kasmaran. Ustadz Bilal and Umi Hani turned to Annisa alone.

"Mending Dad with Umi out of Annisa's room!" annisa looked lazily at her parents.

"Let's go, baby, let's go. While Hanif was sleeping" Ustadz Bilal pulled Umi Hani out of Annisa's room.

"Surely, if the public comes late. Old man still likes flirtatious" Annisa's lips muttered while shaking her waist.

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