Aretta & Secrets

New Talent

Talking about Mr. Aidan will never end. He was one of the most heard teachers by the students. Although he is still relatively young at 23 years old, but he is smart to put himself. It was just a spontaneous assessment of me. Sometimes he can also be a mature and wise figure at the same time, maybe it is because the factors of the demands of work and again to approach High School students do require a lot of wiser approaches. Not patronizing and not corrupting.

So the point is that he should be able to act as a friend, teacher, brother, and family at the same time.

The lesson goes on as usual. This time he explained a lot of material and also told the important points that will come out on repeat next week. I really hope that his repetition is not as given by Mr. God earlier.

The sound behind me made me put my ears on a little bit. I know it's not a good move, I'm just afraid they'll talk about me. The whisper from them was quite large because from where I was sitting I could clearly hear the contents of their conversation.

"So how does Mr. Aidan think you are? He does look calm and less attractive because he wears glasses box that, but if he comes off, I am sure one hundred percent if all the girls will immediately itch with him. Not to mention her body. Wear a uniform just can not hide the chest of the field and shoulders are proportional," exclaimed one of the students I know named Tia.

"Yes. If it is opened, I will immediately nosebleed," replied another person named Rani.

"But I don't think so," interrupted Dila, "Pak Aidan was serem time. If not in class he will not talk much and will not smile much. Not to mention that he constantly glanced at Intan. Don't he like it the same way."

I chuckled at their whispers. Why are all the students in this school crazy about their teachers? I admit this school has male teachers who look above average, but not for female teachers. I don't know why all the female teachers here are over 40.

"Likely yes. Maybe Mr. Aidan is fascinated by how I look," he boasted. Intan is beautiful. I admit that and it's probably true that Mr. Aidan was fascinated with it.

Their conversation was cut off because of the bell. We immediately rushed to the next class.

I stepped into the Art class that became my last class. I still don't know anyone in this class, and again I usually sit alone. But it doesn't bother me with that fact. I like my solitude.

Art class is all about painting. In my old school only talented people could paint and take lessons like this, whereas here the Arts lessons became a mandatory material that all students had to follow. I'm honestly not very good at painting, but I'm happy to have the opportunity to learn.

Miss Nisa, the Art teacher who taught me, was still giving me an explanation about painting that I still listened to half-heartedly. Sorry miss, I just can't wait to be able to hold a painting tool.

As a child, I just lived by what my parents had prepared for me. When I was a kid, Mom and Dad never asked me to draw. They are all practical people and do not like complicated. Both of them are more happy if I play outside or play with my toys. So if I'm asked about drawing, I really don't have an answer.

Today we were given the task of drawing a portrait of ourselves through the mirror that Miss Nisa shared. Not many people take Art classes, because maybe they've taken it at another hour. Although I was still a little hesitant to draw, I still made up my mind to start drawing.

I kept looking at the mirror and the book in turn. I concentrate too much on every stroke and scratch I make. I started to draw the shape of my face. It was easy at first but when I started drawing my nose and ears, I grimaced a little. Difficult turns.

I continue to continue my picture. Make the details on my face. Like the star earrings I always wear, the horse-painted hair, until the scar on my brow when I 'accidentally' fell down the stairs.

There's ten minutes left. I was already packing my things when Miss Nisa suddenly stopped beside me. He stared at my image and was silent for quite a while like he was carefully judging. What Miss Nisa did made me nervous. Is it because it's ugly that he's been standing here long enough. Fortunately, I never thought about painting. The evidence of Miss Nisa's existence and how her sharp gaze judged my image, was enough to be an encouragement that I would not continue my curiosity about Art.

"And I don't expect to have such a good picture" he said. I just chuckled softly and accepted the fact that I didn't have any expertise in this field. So no need to feel disappointed.

"But your image... Justjust wonderful. It's the best picture I've ever seen in Art class."

I looked at Miss Nisa and my image in turn. What I just heard. Didn't he shut up because my image didn't fit?

"Ah.." That's all that came out of my mouth. I was just scraping pencils over the drawing book, following the example and making sure my pencils were sketching.

"You don't understand. Let me be clear," he said as he reached for my image, "your work is not perfect but from this work you managed to describe how the eyes full of sadness and pain. Plus a smile that says if you're okay. All the expressions in this picture look real."

"It's my first time drawing and I'm drawing the same way I see in the mirror" I explained slowly. What Miss Nisa said was true about my smile. I looked at the smile that was drawn there. A smile I've never made because I've never felt this way. I'm not sure what the smile means. Maybe it's because I'm starting to feel happy and comfortable in this school, or because I just want to be happy.

"The Spirit of Aretta. You have a talent that not many people have. You just have to keep training yourself and never hesitate as a result" Miss Nisa said with a smile as she returned my book to walk back to the front of the class.

"I gave you the task of drawing again, but with another version of yourself. I want next Monday the result is done" Miss Nisa said before actually closing the meeting.

I breathed a sigh of relief because of the finished class. My job is increasing again and at least it helps me to eliminate the frustration caused by the behavior of the Lord. Maybe I failed in his class but I convinced myself to succeed in Art and Geography class, because after all I only had problems with that one teacher, not with the other teacher.