Dahlia Thick
The Part 24
Then especially now, everything I expected would be true. Mas Rendraku will be a companion in times of joy and sorrow. His good intention to tie me to the engagement rope, was a relief. I just have to think about how to express what happened a few years ago. I thought he would accept me well, even though I was at the closest point I felt.
After he came back from my place, I was still thinking about Angga. Although he has been received carefully by Mr. Candra, but tomorrow there must still be an interview session that is just the normality. I don't understand why there is an intention for one job with him. The man who had been in my life and filled me with disappointment. Although the main benchmark is in Kemal, but what I'm dealing with is his biological father.
“Hai, haven't slept pretty.” Said Mega who gave a joke when he wanted to go to sleep.
“I want to sleep, but something's bothering me!”
“Do I bother you, sweet lady?” Mega still imposes on his humor.
“Banget....!”I said while glaring at Mega who from earlier continued to tease me.
“Then the plane arrives, and will soon land...siut....jleb!” Mega made a sudden movement like a plane that wanted to take off that surprised me.
“Aw...aw..heh if the plane wants to take off not here but to Bandar asana!” I replied while telling all the jokes that Mega presented.
H.ha..ha..
We both laughed out loud, releasing all the burdens from our shoulders from morning until evening on our shoulders.
“Emang you again ngajarin Story telling same child?” I asked him who knew very well what aspects and advantages he had until he was named as the coach of one of the school eskul, namely escul story telling.
“Iya, and the race is 1 week away. Hebatkan?”
“Who?” I asked this to melt Mega's belief about his greatness.
“Emhhhh...aku...emhhh not dech....children child...emhhhh not yes I am. hahahaha!” my question even made this great story telling look stupid.
“Iya dech, you are great. Partly if I was the guide must be a child failed!” my words with interspersed giggling laughs, “hihihihihihi.....!’.
“So want a ga story?” mega's question suddenly shifted the conversation to another rah.
“What's nich?” ask me by raising both my forehead and directing the face to face Mega.
“Two.”Mega.
“Three ,dong!”I said by lifting the 3 fingers because the thumb and pinky fingers were folded.
“Waw, another one who bu?” question Mega again with a sense of humor.
“Kemal.”my smile seems very clear that the position of this child is really real in my heart. He was part of me despite the distance and time. I love her as much as I love my own heartbeat. Although this only exists in words alone without his actions.
“But I can't banyangin like what Riki reacted, if only he knew? Solved Angga who works in SD IT where we work.” Mega speech that weighs.
I am still indifferent to Mega's statement that is a little burdensome, pura pulled the blanket because the AC air is too cold.
“Huaaaah..I sleepy nich, bobo yuk!” trying to divert the conversation.
“So tomorrow we will meet Angga?” said Mega still wants to dig information.
“But Mas Revanmu here khan?” mega's question is not finished yet.
“Iya...if nanya what? We eat rice padang here.” I started to lower my voice so that Mega knew this was a sign to record our conversation.”Uh, where were you with Riki?” My voice was loud as I pulled out a face that had been drowned in a blankets with a picture of hello kitty.
“Decision...huahhhhh, want to sleep akh sleepy!” he reciprocated my curiosity by deliberately yawning as a sign of wanting to end the conversation.
“No, this kid. The cunning is not playing, when he asked with a very conceptualized tubed like a journalist who was interviewing artists with the latest gossip. It was my turn to ask, he closed it with sleepiness and answered Secret. Watch out later.” My cave in my heart.
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The next day, we went to our beloved workplace. Luxury building yellow ice cream cheap hawker stalls. Makes it seem to shine because of the morning sunlight.
“It's 7 o'clock, but it feels like 9nan.” My words that require a response from the other person.
“It's bright, babe. As bright as your heart!” Mega clearly responded to me with her humorous style.
“Ikhhhh.......... this must be because yesterday the laxity of the same road Riki. So rich gini akh.”
Teng ...teng…
The sound of bells ringing, this indicates that our stap teachers must have stayed in the classroom. Me and Mega ran to our room, afraid that someone had a school. Namely Miss Roses, although she is also an ordinary worker but she will be very rebuking when there is a delay of 1 minute goods from some employees. Yes, from some. Because some of the others are large families of the foundation the owner of the school authority. Not long after that came the one we were afraid of,
“Bu Melia, tumben already in class!” say mam Roses with a plate face.
I don't want to have a fight, just return with a smile.
“Don't get rich too often?”
From the beginning until now, I was never late coming to the screen. However, because of the stigma at school like to sit relaxed first in the office. Makes me a little late for class. I'm a little confused by the position of the Rose flower, is he a teacher or a stap expert? Stap the clamor expert?.
We know very clearly about the tupoksi of a teacher, why he seems like an expert and a foetus. But, open the Rose if not like this.
Intermittent between mid-hour lessons, I occasionally look out. To find the wind and relax a little. Take HP from the pants pocket, check the ricek of anyone who pesa enter. There is none.
From a distance looks a tall male, with black pants and a long shirt in Cream. From the style of the net, I was familiar. However, such a long distance does not give any definite clarity. Then there was a woman and said hello, the man was ushered into the office room and then I immediately entered the classroom again. Outside for a moment there will be a lurking danger. With a little smile in my heart.
It did not feel the clock came home, I immediately to the office.which usually me and Mega always meet on the sidelines break. Today is a little different.
Pa Candar approached us, who were preparing to go home.
Excuse me, hello, assalamalaikum!
We were cool with each bag, while stopping for a moment to pay attention to one of the higher-ups in this school.
“I want to introduce new employees here! Please excuse yourself!” pa Candra's orders to her two new employees.
“Hah turned out to be right, the man who made the cream color is Angga. I wish I knew the movements!” My cave in my heart.
