First Love of Kalila

Eps. 82

After the video call from Dimas, Kalila came back cheerful. With carefree steps, the girl entered her study room with a smile. The girl went back to work.

At exactly eleven, Ibrahim sent a message to Kalila, if he was already on his way to the foundation where Kalila worked. The girl also grew up.

“Bang Ibra will go directly in, you can ask the office.”

[Ibrahim : Later, I went straight to the mosque.]

Kalila replied to the message while smiling sumringah. The video call from Dimas earlier, really made the girl happy. The grim face that he had shown since morning, now changed sumringah. All thanks to Dimas who forgave him.

Kalila's work hours are over. Usually other colleagues buy snacks while waiting for Zuhur time. But Kalila is not. While waiting for Zuhur time, usually Kalila read a book that she brought from home. There are novels, biographies, even books. Kalila is basically a hobby of reading. The girl would devour any book that was in front of her eyes. That's the one that got Andri interested in him.

“Most good read a book while snacking, do you agree?”

Kalila turned her head, there was Andri in front of her desk while carrying two packs of food. “Batagor,” said. Andri also put two packs of batagor on the work table Kalila. The man pulled out a chair and placed it in front of Kalila's desk. Now they sit facing. Andri also carried the book in her right hand. They both— Andri and Kalila— enjoy a pack of batagor while reading their respective books.

Almost every day, while waiting for Zuhur time, spent Andri and Kalila by reading together. Sometimes Kalila brought snacks made by Feni, or brought snacks that she bought at the minimarket.

***

Ibrahim Adi Putra Point of View

Today I'm going to pick up Kalila at her workplace. The first thing I did to a girl. Come to think of it, Kalila was the first girl to make me do anything unusual.

I used to be willing to beg my grandfather, to rewind my scheduled departure to Singapore, just because I missed the Medan girl.

Last night, I even contacted him and talked about unimportant things for thirty minutes.

And now, I'll pick him up after work.

All those things, the first time I did them. And the girl who made me willing to do it all, was Kalila Nasution. Although our relationship was far away, because I felt disappointed with the girl, but now, during an interview at the company I lead, Kalila looks so brilliant. The girl managed to pull back my attention.

And here I am now. The parking lot where the girl works. I parked my car, after mentioning my purpose in coming to this foundation. Kalila also seemed to have informed my arrival to the security guards at this foundation. Because when I explained my purpose to this place to meet Kalila, the two security guards mentioned my name.

After parking my vehicle, I rushed to the mosque located in this foundation. As my feet stepped, my ears were so faint that I heard quite a boisterous sound from some room— I guess it must be a classroom. I, longing to teach, decided to change my purpose. No more stepping into the mosque, now I step foot this, approaching the students who are studying in class.

Walking down the colorful hallway, I stopped right in front of the first class I met. I couldn't stand my smile, watching the class. Watching a hijab-wearing woman sing while clapping.

While the fellow teacher who was surrounded by Kindergarten students earlier, also sang outside the circle. The headscarf teacher who was in the middle of his circle of disciples, slowly turned his body. Sing with cheer.

“That girl ...”

I sharpened my vision again, ascertaining whether I had mistaken people or not. The more I looked at her, the more I was sure she was that girl. His face was still the same, nothing had changed since four years ago. His smile was the same.

I heard the bell ringing. Maybe it was a sign, if the students had to leave the school and return to their respective homes. While I was, still glued there. Standing with a smile on my face, I looked at the girl from behind the window.

I see he's busy helping those kids line up. It seems they are all leaving class. I ran behind the walls of that class.

Not only was the girl's smile still the same, but it turned out, I was still the same. Dare not to greet him. The girl walked along with a teaching colleague and his students. They walked past me standing behind the wall.

Fortunately, he was unaware of my presence there. I still look at him— staring at his back, now. I've been like a stalker, watching the girl from a distance.

I remember the first time I met him. It was my second year in Singapore. As always, every year on my campus there will be an international seminar, inviting speakers who are also recognized by the world. At that time we talked about education. And the girl, chosen as her moderator. You should know how difficult it is to be an international moderator like that. You are not only required to be smart and master the subject matter, but also must be able to master the audience. You can build an atmosphere in that room. And I—Abrahim Adi Putra— was one of the students who was defeated by the girl.

He said softly, but his language was straightforward. The girl was a good moderator. Exceptionally well.

I'm still staring at that girl from afar— just like four years ago. I dare not approach him. There was a sense of inferiority as I stepped closer to her. Maybe because that girl beat me. No one has ever beaten the achievements of Ibrahim Adi Putra. The girl was the first. The girl's name is Anne.

And it turns out, now that girl is one of the teachers here. Doesn't that mean Anne is Kalila's co-worker? It's a pity that his cleverness only ends up being a teacher at this school. Kalila, who is not a graduate educator, can become a teacher at this school. It should be, a woman as smart as Anne could be the Minister of Education.

Not comparing the two girls. It's just that Anne is smarter than Kalila, who didn't even pass the state college entrance exam.

I saw the girl walking away. I don't know where he's going. I no longer followed, because the girl must have walked into the teacher's room.

And now I'm back to my original goal. Waiting for Kalila at the foundation's mosque.

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