Akad Shackle

First Day Back to School

The holidays are over, it's time to get back into the routine. School has always been Rahma's favorite place to express herself. Together with his students he explored his potential, eager to share knowledge and collaborate to find new lessons and experiences through the learning process in school.

Naura Rahmania has been teaching since she was a student, being a tutoring teacher and tutor at several tutoring institutions while studying in Bandung on the sidelines of college holidays makes him have enough experience to become an educator after graduating as a bachelor of education from public universities in Bandung.

No wonder when he applied and followed the selection as a teacher at a superior school in his area he could easily qualify and now has almost five years Rahma became a permanent teacher there.

Rahma became the favorite teacher of the children of Insan Mulia High School. One of the private schools that are in great demand by the community. Competent infrastructure and human resources make the school grow rapidly since its establishment.

Being under the auspices of the foundation Bina Harapan belongs to a regional son who has succeeded with all his business in the big city and returned to his hometown by setting up an educational institution to meet the needs of proper education for the sons of the region.

The thoughtful and supple carrying of Rahma made her students comfortable lingering together and told her many things. Rahma's response is always fast and precise in every complaint of the students make them more comfortable. No wonder if his presence is so missed after the end of the school year holiday for two weeks.

"Good morning, ma'am" a male student was suddenly behind her when Rahma had just removed her helmet in the teacher's motor park.

"Astagfirullahal...." Rahma almost dropped the helmet that was still in her hand in shock. Rahma turned to the source of the voice and saw a foreign male student smiling sweetly at her.

"Mom" the boy repeated his greeting still with a sweet smile that adorned his face,

"Morning.." with a slight breath of gasp from shock Rahma also answered the greeting of the child,

"You're surprising mom, what's wrong?" Rahma fixed the helmet that was about to fall, she kept it in the trunk of the motorbike to make it safer, then confirmed her hijab while reflecting on the rearview mirror of her motorbike.

"This is Ma'am" the boy reached out his right hand carrying a medium-sized paper bag patterned batik,

"This what?" rahma asked to look at the paper bag that was still in the child's hands, he was not ready to accept it.

"It's a gift for mom, yesterday I went to Singapore and while accompanying my mom shopping accidentally see this, it seems very suitable for mom" replied the boy at length, he also brought his hand closer to handing over a paper bag that had no idea what it contained, Rahma could not guess.

"You're so good, thank you for the memory. But I hesitate to accept it, this includes gratuities you know." joked Rahma with a big smile,

"Mother take it easy, my papa is a police officer and I've made sure that this is not gratification, just a gift" the boy said in a serious response to Rahma's jokes,

"Hehe. But what is this?" sela Rahma, she laughed as she listened to the child's explanation which she thought was very diplomatic,

"Mom can open it yourself, later also know what it contains" replied the child who then resigned because the bell of the ceremony sign will begin immediately has sounded, it reads,

"Then thank you, Jazakalloh khiran kasiraa. Say thank you and greetings from Mom to your mom and papi" said Rahma kindly, the child nodded while running towards the ceremonial field.

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Today is the first day new students take part in the MPLS, School Environment Introduction Period. Rahma who was not involved in the New Educator Admissions Committee (PPDB) this year looked more relaxed when heading to the teacher room.

"Mom, I'm first. I have to condition the children of OSIS who will be on duty today" Mr. Surya who is the coach of OSIS also said to go first to the teacher's room,

"Pa Mango, please" replied Rahma slightly shifted to give a wider space for Pak Surya, he is currently walking in a classroom that seems empty because the children are already in the field.

Rahma hastened her path, and she must attend the ceremony with the other teachers. But suddenly his steps stopped because someone suddenly came out of the counseling guidance room located at the end of the class and side by side with the teacher's room to block him.

"Astagfirullah" Rahma jumped and retreated a few steps because shocked by the presence of someone who suddenly confronted him, he dropped the paper bag he was carrying so shocked.

"It looks like you haven't focused yet, why? still haven't moved on from vacation?" describe the person with a sharp tone and a flat face,

"Sir Tama? sorry I was just shocked" replied Rahma honestly with a hunting breath, she was indeed a little dreamy when walking up to the shock when suddenly Tama blocked her path, he was indeed a little dreamy,

"Why?" tanya Tama who was still standing against Rahma with both arms inserted into her pants pocket, she stared intently at Rahma.

"Sorry sir I was in a hurry to be shocked when I saw the father coming out of this room" pointed Rahma towards the counseling guidance room with his eyes, he turned pias when he saw Tama still had a cold face on him. Rahma crouched down to pick up the paper bag she dropped earlier.

"What's that?" tanya Tama is still in a tinge,

"This?" Rahma asked back,

"Yes, what is it?" repeat Tama, please,

"There was a student who gave it to me, sir, he said souvenirs because of the holiday yesterday he went to Singapore" explained Rahma as it is, he said,

"You received a gratification?" Tama narrowed her eyes to see Rahma's reaction round her eyes at hearing Tama's accusation,

"No sir no, I had rejected it but the boy asked me to accept it, he said this is just a gift" elak Rahma defended herself, he said, he does not want to be labeled as a corrupt educator just for receiving gifts from his students,

"That means it can be said that gifts and gifts are part of the practice of gratification" explained Tama increasingly making Rahma paled,

"Sorry sir, I will return this gift to the child, if necessary I will return it directly to his parents. Forgive me for doing wrong because of my limited knowledge. Once again forgive me Sir" Rahma nodded her head many times while cupping her hands in front of her chest, she lowered her head not daring to look at Tama while saying everything, Rahma does not know if at this time Tama's lips review the smile because they feel anxious with Rahma's behavior.

"After the ceremony you bring the gift to my room, we finish it there" concluded Tama with her flat mode, she also sauntered away to the ceremonial field because the ceremony was about to begin, and the first day of entering this school Tama deliberately has not returned to Bandung because he will act as a ceremonial coach.

Rahma's body felt limp after hearing Tama's last words, she had just started her day back at school with renewed hope. For Rahma school is the most comfortable place to be herself, but unfortunately the first day she returns to work is already faced with a pretty emotionally draining problem, Rahma resigned any sanctions that will be received he will receive with airy chest.

"Astagfirullah, forgive the servant of O Allah" he murmured softly, with a shaky step he headed to the teacher's room to store his bag and returned immediately to the ceremonial field.