HEY JUN

65 - POV Atha

I arrived at the village commander at exactly eight. Panglima village is a village that used to be my residence when I served in this district. Fortunately I still kept the mobile number of the village chief commander, so I could contact him for help to prepare a temporary residence during my time in this district.

I sent a message to Juna asking her whereabouts now. Maybe this is the first time I contacted Juna first. Usually Juna would text me or call me.

A few minutes later Juna replied that he was at his house. I scrunched my forehead. A home? Whereabouts? I don't know where Juna lives. I sent him another message asking what time Juna would go to Scholar High School. Juna didn't return my message. But he called me right away.

“Tumben?” ask Juna. I know what the question means. He must have been surprised by my attitude of suddenly asking about his activities.

“Are you not happy if I'm attentive?” I pretended to be angry.

“I'm so happy, baby. But I'd be even happier if you were here. Know it? I bought a new house here. Miss Lita helped take care of the purchase of this house. If you come, we can arrange this house with” said Juna and I can hear him very excited about telling me about his new home.

“By the way tomorrow what time is the show?” I asked again as well as shifted the topic of Juna's conversation.

“Official event at eight in the morning, baby. But I will come at six in the morning to make sure of all his alertness?.”

“Why is it so early in the morning, Jun? Is there no committee in charge of taking care of your show? Why did you bother to check everything?” my many.

“I want to go around first.”

“Say you still want to see that teacher?.”

“Teacher? Wh who? Of course tomorrow I will meet with the board of teachers there” replied Juna.

“So it's true that you'll meet your ex-candidate tomorrow? You want to reminisce?” my many. I don't know why I should ask that.

“Former candidate gebetan? Who, honey? I don't know who you mean” said Juna.

I did not answer and immediately disconnected the phone. I hit my head with a pillow. Why do I ask like that? Isn't that none of my business? Juna must have thought I was jealous.

I decided to just sleep. I also had to come early in the morning to be able to follow Juna.

Morning's approaching. The clock shows at half six. I'm tidy and ready to go to Scholar High School. I purposely wear a hoodie and a mask. I don't want Juna to recognize me.

Armed with a motorcycle matic borrowed from the head of the village commander. I immediately slid to Scholar High School. The atmosphere in Scholar High School looks quiet. There were no students or teachers hanging around there. Only Mr. Udin, the security guard and gardener, stood guard at the gate.

Where is Juna? Didn't he say that he was going to Scholar High School at six in the morning? I looked to my right and left, looking for a parking space for my bike. Fortunately, I remembered the stall that sold lontong pecel. Juna took me there once.

I immediately got on the bike and slid into the stall. It turns out my brain still remembers the way there.

Deg.

I was made to look at the figure of Juna sitting in the stall. He was busy chewing on a fried banana and I could see there was a cup of coffee beside him.

I stopped going into that shop. However, I let my bike parked next to the stall. I chose to hide while observing Juna's movements. Fortunately there are many trees in this place so I can freely play hide and seek with Juna.

At exactly seven o'clock, Juna got up from the stall. He walked to Scholar High School. I certainly didn't waste the opportunity. I followed him slowly. Sometimes I look to the right and to the left, beware if later Juna's former fiancee appears in front of Juna. However, it turns out that the woman did not appear until Juna arrived at Scholar High School. I could breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly search for a strategic hiding place.

“Good morning, Mr Zaini! Healthy?” greet Juna to the middle-aged man who was standing in front of the stage. I can remember that man. If it's not wrong he's the principal of a scholar High School.

“Good morning, Sir! You are the new owner of the school?” ask Mr. Zaini.

“True.”

“I would like to thank you for buying this school from the old owner. I can't imagine this school falling into the wrong hands. How are the fate of teachers and students here?” mr. Zaini said sadly.

Juna smiled.

“By the way why did you buy this school?” ask Mr. Zaini curious.

Juna did not answer. He still maintained his smile and it made me want to throw stones at him.

“I bought this school for my charitable investment, Sir. We don't know until what age God breathed this on us. As long as I can do good with the treasure I have, why not?” said Juna.

Prok..prok...

I clapped my hands slowly, applause Juna's answer.

“Amal?.”

“Ya.”

Juna nodded again and it made me clap back slowly.

“After this inauguration event, I would like to hold a meeting with the teacher's board. There are many things I want to talk about. Mr Zaini, are all the teacher boards present at this event?” ask Juna.

“Of course, Sir. They are very excited to come to school. Great hope they can teach again considering they have had days off.”

Juna nodded.

The inauguration of the reopening of Scholar High School began. I could see Juna sitting in the front row with Mr. Zaini. During the first hour the event was filled with welcome and entertainment. Only when entering the core event, Juna took the stage to give a speech and inaugurated Scholar High School again.

I didn't expect Juna to be able to speak in public so rivetingly. There was no sense of groggyness and cold sweat that I used to see on Juna. Juna ended his speech and hit the gong three times as a sign that the Scholar High School has officially opened.

There were loud applause from the people present at the event. Even I could see some of them instantly bowing in gratitude while shedding tears.

The gate opened. Students of Scholar High School immediately scattered to the field area. They were jumping around in excitement just like the person who had just won the lottery.

Bruck

“Sorry!”

Someone hit my back. I immediately looked back and I found a girl sitting on the ground grimacing, clutching her scuffed arm.

“Sorry, Sister ! I accidentally hit Mbak” the girl said. He still grimaces holding his arm.

I helped him get up. She then cleaned her dirty skirt and alma mater. I picked up some of his books that fell and splattered on the ground. This girl just came home from college.

“You're so funny. You hit me but you yourself fell and got hurt. Hi, don't you see me?.”

“I'm in a hurry, Ma'am. I was late to attend the inauguration of the reopening of Scholar High School. Duh, I must have nagged Mr. Zaini” said the girl worriedly.

“You're a student there? But looking at your appearance wearing an alma mater, and carrying a thick dictate like this it looks like you've been in college” asked.

“True, Mbak. I am still in college but while teaching at Scholar High School. Mr. Zaini allowed me to go to college while teaching, Mbak” said the girl.

I'm mangosteen.

“I first yes, Ma'am. I have to put my face in front of Mr. Zaini. If you are not absent, you will not get transportation money. Not bad money can be made to buy rice” confided the girl unconsciously.

“How much can you do? How until the whole behind comes face deposit?” manya curious.

“Depends on the funds, Ma'am. If there is funds can get fifty thousand each person. But if there is no funds, yes at most can be twenty thousand.”

I grimaced at the girl's words. He's having a hard time coming to school just for that kind of money? The girl was very hopeful with the transport money she got from school. Although for me the nominal is small, but for him it means a lot.

“Nih!” I gave five hundred thousand bills to the girl.

“This is as my apology because you were hurt”.

The girl was silent. He looked at me sharply.

“I crashed, Ma'am. Why did you give money to me? No, no, no. I can't accept that money” he said.

“Take it! Consider me the one who hit you.”

“Well can't do it, Ma'am! Mbak twisting reverse facts.”

“Already, just take it! I did not accept the rejection” said I while putting the money in the pocket of his alma mater.

“Thank you, Ma'am. Mbak no need to bother like this” said the girl. Both of his neutrals were already glazed.

“Not bothered. Never mind, you hurry in! The show has been over since. If you are still here, Mr. Zaini can be more angry later” said me.

The girl nodded. He immediately walked into the gate of Scholar High School. The girl waved my hand at a glance and directly ran through the school corridor.

I was stunned when I saw the girl from far away. I don't know why I feel so familiar with his face. I don't know him but I feel like I've met him. I forced my brain to work hard to remember that figure. But until I was hungry. No names appeared.

I chose to leave my hiding place. I took my foot to the stall where I parked the motorbike. Looks like I'll have breakfast first. My stomach is rumbling, it needs to be filled with food so that my body has the energy to spy on Juna .