USTADZ
59. Been kidnapped?

After receiving the second report from Ustadz Amar, the police immediately moved quickly to arrest Kak Rama and Kak Anne. During the interrogation process, Anne was cooperative and confessed all her actions. While Kak Rama can not dodge anymore because the recording evidence has been held by the police. In the end, the case will go to trial. During the first trial, Syahla sincerely hoped not to meet with the grandmother later.

Unfortunately, right in front of the courtroom, Syahla was able to see the crying grandmother while hugging Sister Anne. When she saw the arrival of Shahla and Ustadz Amar, the grandmother immediately rested before the two of them.

"Son, please granddaughter, son. Anne must be innocent. He must have been slandered by someone else. Anne couldn't have done that. Please Son,"

Syahla took a long breath. He held onto Grandma's shoulders and guided her to his feet. "Sorry Nek, but Sister Anne has admitted her own actions. We leave all the decisions to the court, Grandma,"

"Oh God..." Grandma's body slumped and she fell down with her knees propping her up. "Why did Anne do that..."

Shahla was about to help Grandma stand up, but Ustadz Amar prevented her and she sat down crouching in front of her.

"Sir" said Ustadz Amar, patting Grandma on the shoulder. "I know Grandma loves Grandma very much. But, what Anne did was a mistake, and it's already costing us both. I hope, grandma won't justify the granddaughter's actions."

Grandma nodded her head quickly. "Grandmother also will not justify it, son, just the grandmother felt failed to educate grandchildren so far. It's all granny's fault, you better just die!" Grandma started beating her own chest. Ustadz Amar swiftly held grandmother's hand, while Sister Anne had already embraced her grandmother from behind.

"Grandmother! Don't do this! If Grandma dies, Anne has no one left!"

"If you don't want to see Grandma die, why are you doing this!" grandma beat Anne's back. "Why get pregnant and slander your own friend?"

"Sorry Nek, I'm sorry" Anne's sister unceasingly apologized. He let the grandmother beat him. It was nothing more painful than regret for disappointing his most beloved grandmother.

"You! Fucking boy, you!" Grandma suddenly ran over to Kak Rama who was led to enter the courtroom. His legs are still limping sideways and his face looks battered. So when Grandma attacked him, he could not fight because his hands were handcuffed.

"What are you doing to my granddaughter, huh? Because of you, my grandson's life is ruined!" said Grandma while continuing to hit blindly. Fortunately, the police and court officials immediately pulled Grandma before Rama entered the hospital again due to battered for the third time.

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The first trial went well. Since each of the perpetrators had confessed their deeds, as well as sufficient evidence, the trial continued for the second. In this second trial Shahla decided not to come, because she did not have the heart to see grandma again. So he chose to go to college as usual while Ustadz Amar was in court.

While on campus, Syahla could sigh in relief because the judgmental gazes that had always accompanied her finally disappeared slowly. Some of those people have realized that Syahla is innocent, or because the topic is no longer exciting to discuss. Whatever the reason, Syahla is happy because her college life has returned as usual.

What makes him suddenly feel annoyed only one, namely when Pak Wahyu, the killer lecturer who unfortunately returned to teaching in the second semester had to change the lecture schedule to five in the afternoon. The reason is because in the morning he had to take care of his grandson who had entered Kindergarten.

"If her granddaughter is entering kindergarten, why not hire a babysitter anyway?" luh Angkika annoyed. Not only Angika, all students in the class also complained the same thing. Because, if they could return home from campus at five, now they could go home when the adzan magrib arrived.

Husband: 'Will go home?'

Syahla smiled at the text message from the husband, quickly typed a reply message.

Syahla : 'yet😓 pack revelation request to move class at 5.'

Mas Husband: 'waduh, can-can go home magrib dong?'

Husband: 'Yeah, the spirit. Don't leave before I pick you up.'

Syahla : 'okay mas dear 🥰'

Mas Husband : 'Love you❤'

Shahla : 'you too 😘'

"Yuk," Invite Anggika while getting up from her seat. They have to move to another class this time and prepare to receive a lecture from Pak Wahyu. Syahla nodded her head and kept her phone in the bag before following Anggika who had walked first.

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At 17:30.

The students seem to have been cursed, in contrast to Mr. Revelation who is still eager to explain the eyes of his lecture. Anggika himself has evaporated several times, and Syahla eliminates the taste of shit by doodling paper.

At exactly 18:10 pm, Pak Wahyu ended his lecture session. Shahla hurriedly packed up her books and immediately sent a text message to Ustadz Amar.

"Your husband hasn't picked up La yet?" Ask Anggika while looking at his watch "Buset, it's already six o'clock! Come on, La, if your husband hasn't picked you up, I'm anterin!"

"Eh, don't go," Shahla felt bad. Anggika house direction is opposite to his house, so kasian if the girl has to go back and forth to deliver herself a. "I'll wait in front."

"really? I want to know, uh why is Mama calling everything? Hello Ma? Yes, this is going home. Yes Ma, the lecturer asked for a change of hours.

Yes, yes, this is just going to be okay. Yes, if so Anggi want to go to the parking lot first." Anggika then turned off the phone and turned to Syahla with a sorry look. "Sorry La, I was told to come home."

"No papa loh Nggi," Syahla smiled. "I've been chatting with Mas Amar. There, you sneak home! Ntar added diomelin again,"

"Okay, if I go first La!" Anggika runs while waving her hands. Shahla waved her hand back. After Anggika's departure, he saw again the text message he had sent to Ustadz Amar. It has not been read.

"What is Amar praying first?" Shahla. "If so I want to pray also ah," he said as he walked to the campus mosque. Even though it is maghrib, the campus still looks bright because of the many lights that are turned on. Also seen some students and lecturers who also seem to go to the same mosque.

After performing the prayer, Syahla again saw the mobile phone. It turned out that Ustadz Amar replied that she was already on the way and as expected her husband was performing the maghrib prayer first. Syahla replied with a thumb emoticon and a red heart.

So that Ustadz Amar was not confused looking after arriving at the campus, Syahla decided to wait for her husband in front of the gate. He greeted the security guard at his post and waited patiently near the campus fence.

Five minutes later, a vehicle light beam approached. She smiled, thinking it was her husband's car. But, after he noticed again, it turned out that the light came from the lights of the motor very much.

A biker with a helmet that Syahla was familiar with approached. Shahla widened her eyes. Where could he forget the helmet and the motif of the jacket, because it belonged to the Samurai gang who had once chased him.

"Please!" Shouted Syahla while trying to escape. Unfortunately it was all too late because suddenly a cloth covered his nose, and he felt his world go completely dark.