Black Room

Jatub love again

Someone who is in love. I want to meet my heart every time.

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It may be true said people, or the poetry of poets who say that love comes from the eyes and then down to the heart. Maybe that's what I feel for students who practice at my school as young teachers. Her name is buk mutia, or the one written on her id card Mutia Heriyenti. Students from the history faculty of STKIP PGRI. The smiling woman laughed at my bad luck on Monday morning.

On Thursday, I sat in the bag with buk mutia and buk diana. Buk mutia the one who was coolly spoken to. Buk mutia looks more relaxed than other young teachers who are very indifferent. Buk mutia is a jolly and easily familiar person with male students. Unlike other young teachers who were more imaging and looked arrogant. Buk mutia can create an atmosphere that contains laughter and laughter. Whereas with other young teachers are more likely to be serious and rigid.

"When the introduction of the OT Master on Friday, kok dikan ngak ngelih see ibuk ya" Tanyaku.

"Yes dikan. I'm late to get in here" Sahut buk mutia.

"Kok that" Sahutku.

"It's too late to enlist the principal" Sahut buk mutia.

I just kept quiet with a frown. I don't understand buk mutia's answer. Buk mutia smiled. As if I understood that I didn't understand the answer.

"People are introducing Friday morning right, well mom registered Saturday" said buk mutia.

Buk mutia was slower to enter or enroll than other young teachers who chose my school practice. It is only fitting that the introduction of the OT Master after the cult on Friday I did not see the mutia buk in the ranks of young teachers. So the STKIP PGRI students who practice at my school became seven people with buk mutia plus.

"Buk mutia is sister class mother time smp, so kemaren buk mutia was confused about where PL, so she nanya and ngutin mom so she was late entry" explained buk diana.

Buk mutia only smiles on her own. A smile embedded in my heart. The smile that made me to keep thinking about buk mutia. And that smile is what makes me want to meet him every time.

"The mother's house near SMP 6 Sawahlunto. If the house buk mutia across SD 5" Sahut buk diana.

"Ohhh" My heart was satisfied that my question was answered. Unfortunately it was not Diana who kept answering my questions. I asked buk mutia. And buk mutia was just a smile from earlier.

"Ohhh yes, buk mutia monday yesterday self-smiling in the office if not wrong" said I.

"Yes, at that time, he was almost hit by ibuk tuh. So I was happy when I found out I was being punished with respect to the flag" Buk laughed. I don't know why I feel so happy to hear buk mutia laughing.

"Nobrapped? Where was she almost hit by mom?" My heart doesn't understand.

"Before office. Dikan almost hit ibuk tuh pampered before the school gate. Dikan ugal-ugalan bring the motor" Buk mutia explained.

I just remembered that I almost hit a woman in the morning of Monday. The one who looked at me sourly was buk mutia.

I was pleased with the lack of buk mutia. I don't know why that feeling gets so perfect when I think of buk mutia. My chest feels tight which always wants to see her smile. Maybe it is the behavior of someone who is in love. Dilanda pounding is always curious to meet, which then feels peaceful in the chest when it has met.

The same thing I felt about Fiona. I still remember when Fiona accidentally crossed the street in front of my house. I just came home to sit in front of the window, waiting for the possibility only to be able to see the fiona that will pass in front of my house. And that same feeling is now growing back in my heart. The feeling that is present as a gift because of the sincerity of my heart that gives up the fiona that has been owned by other men.

Azan Zuhur had been reverberating calling for prayers immediately. Me and my three friends left the canteen and performed congregational prayers at the mosque.

In the evening, I thought of buk mutia with her beautiful smile. The night is getting late with full moonlight outside the window. I slept tonight feeling happy. An impatient feeling awaited the morning so that I could meet buk mutia again. Someone who suddenly became my passion for school.