When Love Is Afflicting
Unaltered

"Assalamu aleikum!"

"Greetings of Ustadz!" all the students in that class.

Furqon who walked in front of the class turned to the usual bench in Annisa.

'Where is he?' inner Furqon saw Annisa to be neither on her bench, nor on any other bench. This morning Furqon saw Annisa coming to school.

"Hasna, please gather your PR" tell Furqon to the student sitting at a table with Annisa.

"Ready Ustadz" After taking out her PR book, Hasna stood up from her stool to collect her friend's PR, then drove her to the teacher's desk.

"Thank you" Furqon said as Hasna placed the stack of books in her hand.

"The same with Ustadz!" Hasna extended her smile towards Furqon. Furqon immediately turned his gaze in another direction, not wanting to be enchanted by the sweet smile of his disciple.

After Hasna sat back on her bench, Furqon began today's lesson, until the bell rang, a sign that time was up, Furqon went straight out of the classroom with a pile of PR books in his hand.

While Annisa who peeked behind the walls of the school hallway. She stepped into the classroom, after seeing Furqon come out. Annisa deliberately did not follow Furqon's lessons, because she did not want to see the man who made her chest tight, when remembering the fact, that Furqon had been betrothed to her brother. Annisa did not want her heart to get sicker, because it was impossible to get Furqon.

"Annisa, where are you from?. Why did you skip Ustadz Furqon?" cerca Hasna's. At the turn of the course bell, Annisa went to the toilet, but until Furqon's lesson was finished, Annisa had just returned.

"It's not good for the health of my heart and heart, if you often see it" replied Annisa casually.

"Why do you even look like you hate Ustadz Furqon?" confused Hasna.

"I don't hate him. I hate myself" Annisa replied, taking the book out of her bag, and opening it.

Hasna and Salwa could only sigh at them. True love has destroyed the feelings of their best friend.

While Furqon who just sat his body on his desk chair in the teacher's room, immediately took one book he brought from Annisa's class. To check the task of the child's students.

The task he examined was all right. Makes Furqon curious about the name of the book's owner.

'Annisa' Inner Furqon while reading the name of the owner of the book written on the cover.

Furqon breathed out, guessing that Annisa was avoiding her .

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The next day, again Annisa did not enter to follow her lesson. But Annisa's housework always comes together with her friend's assignment. Makes Furqon can't let that go.

"Hasna!" call Furqon after you finish explaining the lesson in class.

"Yes, Ustadz" replied Hasna.

"Tell Annisa, if she still doesn't want to follow my lesson. I will send a letter to his parents" Ustadz Furqon said.

"Good, Ustadz. I'll tell you later" obeyed Hasna.

Furqon.

Annisa, who was hiding in the school toilet, came down from the top of her washtapel after hearing a break bell ringing. Annisa comes out of the toilet straight to the school cafeteria to fill her already hungry stomach.

Brukh!

"Awu!" lamented Annisa who fell alone on the school floor.

"Huhaha...!"

While Annisa who struggled to stand up, set her eyes on the slippery floor in her massage as it passed. It turned out that the floor was wet, but it seemed like it was not water, but oil. But Annisa doesn't know what oil is.

"Who deliberately spilled the oil here ?" ask Annisa grimly. Thinking there could be no oil on the school floor, if not in deliberately spilled. What else did Annisa fall into, away from the school cafeteria.

"Hahaha....!"

All the disciples who were around the place, still laughing out loud, ignored Annisa's question.

"Who?" snarled Annisa with her tight voice. It stopped the laughter of those around him.

Seeing Monica was among the students laughing at her. Annisa steps her foot towards Monica and pulls her headscarf straight away, but it doesn't come off.

Monica who did not accept it, also immediately replied to him.

"Hey! what's wrong with you?. Why are you pulling my hijab?. You fell by yourself, why do you seem to blame me?."

I know you're pranking me" Annisa growled.His hands moved pulling Monica's hair from behind.

"Aakhs!" monica screams in pain.

"What's your problem with me?. Why do you always seem to test my patience?" asked Annisa, the stronger Annisa's hair became.

Annisa was convinced, Monica was working on it by spilling oil on the floor as she was about to pass.

"Don't accuse me recklessly, you're the one who likes to walk, don't see the road" Monica denied, deliberately not against Annisa. To seek the sympathy of their schoolmates and the teacher at the school. Because Monika is jealous to see Annisa who always gets first place, and becomes the school's no one idol. Monica wants to rival Annisa in every way.

"Oh Yes!" Annisa pulled one corner of her lips to the side." Don't think I don't know about the rottenness of your mind. You're jealous of me, aren't you ? Because a lot of guys like me. And you want to be champion one at this school."

"I know that!" said Annisa again, after having paused her sentence. Then throw Monica's body until it falls to the floor.

"Annisa!"

That loud voice, managed to make Annisa jump in shock.

"Follow me to the teacher's office!" furqon's orders instantly flipped his body. However, when Furqon arrived in the teacher's room, Annisa did not follow him, and Annisa did not come after him at all.

"Astaqfirullohal 'azim!" furqon muttered, sighing.

"What is Ustadz Furqon?" ask a female teacher who was in the room.

"Annisa, has she been such a wayward student?. Twice I have found him fighting with Monica" replied Ustadz Furqon with a question.

"He was an exemplary student, although his son was a bit of a rada how it was. He never had any problems at this school. He always got a first rank. In fact she was the representative of this school to win the national level math competition" the female teacher replied.

Furqon was silent.

"Annisa is also a hafizoh, and has won the youth-level Tilawatil qur'an in Turkey. She's the pride of this school" said the female teacher again.

"What made the child change?" ask Furqon. But clearly know the answer.

"Well, Annisa was like that?. I was her homeroom teacher in first grade. I never saw Annisa with Monica making a fuss" replied the Teacher who was usually called Mother Moon.

"Yesterday in the cafeteria, they fought until they removed the hijab. And just now, Annisa pulled Monica's hair. I told Annisa to come to the teacher's office, but Annisa didn't want to come" Ustadz Furqon said.

"Is Annisa like that?" One of the teachers in the room, connecting the conversation Furqon and Ibu Bulan.

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