Becoming a Third Person
Mr. Setyo
Bismilahbornrohmanirrohiim
Start each step by calling the name of God
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A week has passed since the 'stretching' incident at the cafe. Rima returned to her routine. Trying to remove the shadow of Adhi from his head by busying himself in the school and tutoring place he was engaged in. Several times Yulia invited him to meet, but Rima refused. He needs time to cool his head.
"Assalamualaikum Rima.I'll be back to work tomorrow. I'm sorry that Yulia and I bothered you. Take care.gonna miss you."
Rima opened a text message from Adhi, the last part of the message making her heart beat expectantly. He slowly shook his head and smiled, trying to bring himself back to reality. Bitter reality.
"Waalaikumsalam, yes Dhi.take care too. Fii be safe."
Rima replied to Adhi's message. Before long his phone rang short, a notification from the green logo message application.
"R u gonna miss me? I hope so 😢"
Rima widened her eyes reading Adhi's reply. Tumben Adhi wrote so. Like supplication. Usually he would only reply with 'ok' and the conversation ended. Adhi will contact him again when he has returned this city. But.this is really out of the ordinary. Or maybe Rima is too gr.
Rima again forced his mind to return to the real world. The world where he is an 'alibi' to Adhi and Yulia. Yellow round emoticons 😏 sent to reply to Adhi, because Rima did not know what to reply.
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That afternoon there was a little cloudy over the city of Malang. Rima and two of her students were engrossed in a gazebo in her backyard. Rima has indeed opened tutoring at home for 6 months. The backyard of his house that is too spacious as a garden equipped with a medium-sized gazebo for study.
"Mom, after we get the info about the topic, trus diapain. Sorry mom. I forgot."
Erin, one of his students grinned while scratching his head. Rima only smiled while shaking her head.
"After getting the info, split which one you think is important and less important. Trus created a table like this."
Rima shows table image in whiteboard.
"Okeee ma'am.now remember."
"Five.."
Ratna, Rima's partner who helped her teach at the tutoring place suddenly stood near the gazebo.
"Yes Rat.What's up?"
"Someone's looking for you."
Rima knitted her brows.
"Who Rat? I don't make promises to anyone."
"The fathers and two daughters of his guests."
"Waduhh..who is it?!"
"Have a meeting, they're in the living room."
Rima was spoiled from the gazebo after giving duties to two of his students.
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"Assalamualaikum Bu Rima's..."
A teenage girl approached Rima.
"Vaalaikumsalam.eh Sharifa. Sit yuk."
"Mom, I'm sorry if it came suddenly, this is Syarifa ma'am, Om Tyo with her son Emira."
Syarifa set her sights on a little girl in a sky blue hijab, just like the color of Karima's hijab now. Next to the girl a fair-skinned man stood, with one hand holding the little girl's hand. The bespectacled and straight-haired man smiled at Karima.
Karima nodded and smiled at the man who was introduced as uncle by Syarifa. Syarifa was his student at the School where Rima taught.
"Assalamualaikum shalihah.sini acquaintance used to be with aunt."
"Waalaikumsalam aunty."
The girl named Emira was hiding again behind her father's body. Karima smiled at him, I don't know why, but Karima was happy to look at the girl. Her skin was bright and her face was similar to her father's.
"Here yuk sit with aunt.eh aunt what teacher mom call it?"
Karima tried to attract the attention of the little girl.
"Mother Teacher just called her."
The little girl replied firmly but with an embarrassed expression.
Karima slightly jerked and did not deliberately look at each other with the glasses guy. Both look clumsy. Syarifa smiled faintly.
"Hmmm.bu Rima, we came here to ask for help with Mom."
Syarifa's voice brought Rima's focus back.
"Eh yes.ask for help what Sya? Uh sorry, let's sit down sir."
They sat back in the living room.
"Look ma'am, this is my cousin Emira. She's in 5th grade Elementary, needs additional tutoring. I said the same Om Tyo if bu Rima seems like the right teacher for Emira."
"Oh that way, I can give Emira guidance, but.would Emira want to?"
Rima looked at Emira with a smile. The little girl looked at her father for a while and nodded confidently.
"You see, Emira is sitting next to the teacher here dong."
Rima patted the chair next to her. Emira immediately moved up and sat down next to him. Not only sitting, but also sticking to Rima who immediately grabbed Emira's shoulder. The face of Tyo, Emira's father looks shocked to see the incident.
"Emira wants to learn with Mother teacher, When do we learn Mother?"
Now Rima's the wrong way.
"Emira, call her teacher, baby."
Tyo tried to straighten out seeing Rima misbehaving.
"Eh gapapa kok sir, the important thing is that Emira is comfortable with me."
"Yes mom, thank you in advance. But.kalo may I want to talk to Mom alone."
Tyo looked at Rima for a bit before then turning his eyes. While Rima frowned hearing the word 'talk together'. Sounds creepy to him.
"Yes mom, om Tyo might need to say a few things about Emira's learning."
Syarifa explained.
"Mmmm.begini sir, if there is anything to talk about maybe you can meet three with Syarifa. I'm sorry, I can't if I just met you both."
Rima looked down, afraid that Tyo would be offended.
Syarifa looked at her and smiled.
"Eh.iya maxut me too so, I'll ngajak Syarifa so we're not alone anyway."
Tyo suddenly looked wrong as well. While Syarifa silently smiled looking at that scene.
Karima finally agreed to meet the next day after school.
Tyo, Emira and Syarifa were saying goodbye after they chatted for some time. During the conversation, the 36-year-old man always stole a glance at Karima. There was something 'unusual' going on in his heart.
Mr. Setyo
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