An Inspiration From The Author
I'M SORRY TEACHER
...I'M SORRY TEACHER...
...“Sir...Mahmud eh..marmud eh mahmud definitely not absent!” Ledek Ferries on the right....
...“Yes, of course, he's a tauladan teacher cuy.” Yogi beside Him....
...“Five minutes to come. Hem..” raise Herul's voice by pause. “Tasks things 10 collect! And for those who are not finished, welcome to take a position (bather in front of the class)” he continued accompanied by teasing gait and movement style....
...“Wkwkwkwkwk.. ngak Woi!” as a complement, I chuckled early. Then my three friends also followed laughing even harder, until all pairs of class children's eyes were fixed on us....
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...We worship him, that's what we whisper in talks all the time together....
...A week from the first meeting, we and our classmates still felt comfortable from his presence. Two weeks is still as usual, not too tight. Then slowly, it began to change. From his guiding nature, from his attitude that began to insist and everything that was on him, turned into the figure of a killer teacher. ...
...Since then the taste, nature and attitude of the four of us also changed. Hate and dislike....
...Although he has an entry schedule every 3 times a week, even though we never give heart to listen to his words. Learning because of pressure and punishment makes us more so to continue to worship and do something bad that will happen....
...Our hearts began to expand with hate when he punished the four of us. The punishment we had was when we were compact wandering in the cafeteria during his lesson time. And the punishment we had when we never did the chores and pr he gave us. There are still many violations that we have committed....
...I still remember the punishment that befell us. The third second first sentence is still in the ordinary phase. Just one foot in the classroom. The fourth punishment was increasing, both standing but in front of the class. Having a shy face. The fifth penalty increased, remaining standing in front of the class. But with one leg and added with each hand we join hands at the edge of the ear....
...And the sixth punishment, our hateful passion thrashed –ronta big. Going into all the classes in all the schools by saying I am lazy, I am a truant, I am naughty even very naughty and do not befriend us. It should be compact and plus necklace accessories that say I city naughty. Not enough of that, we can dispensate to clean the teacher's bathroom....
...We admit that for the sixth sentence it is not just a matter of not doing the task or pr. But before we were caught committing school violations. Slow, no ceremony, go to school jump agar and smoke time ***....
...Our hatred is deeply ingrained in our hearts. It was as if the face had been ruffled by trash. The plans for retaliation are ripe. It was launched to him shortly. Not just to be mouth-pushed. Muscle activity has agreed to do....
...Once it crossed my mind, a realization not to participate in the wishful thinking of vengeance. Doubt has crossed. But it was just passing by, just as the wind passed. So my unanimity will continue to carry out this plan....
...The first action was done three days ago. The four of us agreed to remove Mr. Mahmud's bicycle tires. Including the front tire, the back we will lift until there is no wind....
...Each of us has a different task....
...Among the four of us, Feri is the king and ferries the main character in this action. Herul and Yogi are guardians at every corner of the road to the teacher's parking lot. While I only observe the movements of Mr. Mahmud. He then diverted everyone to the parking lot. Do not choose school children, teachers are the same. ...
...Often when we were ready to begin unexpectedly a brooding book after looking at each of its gestures. It turns out that behind his harsh nature to us, there is a hospitality that is affected to make this heart slightly slashed. Greeting each other occasionally to his students. Maybe I'm too bad or my ego is reacting to it....
...But no, the reflection just stopped by for real. Not long. Still on the task I was on....
...Not until 2 minutes, our action was successful. Quickly, casually everything was done safely....
...“Yes.” we cheer and tos each other. Despite the fact my heart crossed doubts. ...
...For the second action is done the next day during lesson time. Still with the first action of deflating his bicycle tire. But not enough of that. Initially the three of them would devise a dangerous trap. Giving a teacher's bathroom floor. Thought they were with this trap, mahmud sir would fall slipping and his clothes would get wet so there were no subjects. No. gabe. This could be a fatal trap. They did not think if if the mahmud or other teachers really slipped and then fell .his head hit the floor hard. Automatic life betting....
...Not before it was too late, I looked for an excuse to undo this one trap. Thank goodness they could agree. But they insist to replace the plan that is not only deflating and even leaking tires with shreds....
...Have a sense of hate and annoyance for sure. But my resentment and resentment are very different from my three friends. More than hate. I still have a level of consciousness above 50% that can choose between acting and not acting. Clearly different from them, his level of consciousness had already completely covered up lust. Putting forward anger rather than stoic with spilled emotions....
...I was jerked again. I haven't stopped their actions. But I'm gonna try to get them behind this. My soul is not fully conscious yet, but today it can be realized....
...In my heart I am grateful. But on the other side there are still worries. I am so grateful for this second act they failed. God's destiny says. Before they actually did the action a security guard had rebuked him until they brought them to the BK room....
...Me? Behind the game, I was the shrimp behind the rock. They got caught because I told him....
... A good friend will lead you down a good path. On the contrary, a bad friend will plunge into the valley of prophecy....
...In that instant, I swear I will correct this attitude, I will cancel their vile actions, I will correct them until they realize as much as possible....
...Hearts continue to worry for their next action. They want to do more challenging actions that lead to death. Because their problems were discovered so that the punishment befell them. Plus mahmud is indeed a BK teacher....
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...SEMESTER.....
...Ah them. I turned my head to look for the whereabouts of the three of them. Nothing is....
...Mr. Mahmud just came out of the school gate. Soon they'll be quick. I immediately rushed off on my motorcycle. Trailing the trail of Mr Mahmud and down the twists and turns of the road. Arrived at the corner a crowd of people coiled on the side of the road. Lamenting the body of a man lying before him. ...
...The accident!...
...Quickly my motorbike rushed to the incident in front of this eye. Impossible....
...I was only able to stare at the stiff figure of the blood-spattered body. A teacher who all this time I continue to insult. The figure of the teacher who before that my heart has not fully considered as a teacher....
...The teacher's figure is covered in blood....
...After being able to see clearly how the blood flowed from his mouth and nose. I tried to get close to her body and ask people to lift her up in the car immediately....
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...I used to be so sorry that he came in on time, giving materials and assignments. Now I don't even understand one thing explained. I used to get upset because he used to punish me for not doing my job. Now I really feel a deep pain beyond the punishment he ever gave....
...I used to make fun of him and worship him. Now having realized that actually hurting the teacher is without repentance. I am always waiting for the sin I am ready to pass. No regrets at the beginning. Regrets are sure at the end. Cheering free from her for nothingness, but never free from the mistakes that befall her....
...I'm sorry teacher....
...Today my two eyeballs are staring at the heart of a teacher's feeding vortex. I was able to stare at the shade of a tombstone bearing the name Moh Mahmud bin Sayuti complete with his birth date and with the end date of his struggle point....
...I came to apologize, I know that although this apologist is not necessarily he can apologize in. But at least I've been trying to apologize. I believe soosk guru is a kind-hearted person....
...I prayed and with guilt. Silently contemplating the events that have happened. This heart is so fragile that....
...After a few minutes, now the sanubari is ready to make an apology....
...“guru.. apologize for my mistake”...
...@san elqhoyry...
...BIONARASI...
...Nur Hasan is called HASAN or AHSAN. White man, madurese Javanese blaster, the hobby 2M 1o (writing, writing, reading) (sport) is derived from the city of Jember who now lives in a small village of millions of stories in the pamekasan madura east java. Born on 25th April 2004. Still active as students of ipa MA MAMBAUL ULUM BATA-BATA. If you want to familiar you can say hello at no wa 085236281802 and fb\ig san elqhoyry ...
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