
~Amarily~
Papa smiled faintly as he let me go. My mother cried so hard to surprise me. I thought he would be happy to take me away. Turns out he still loves Amarilis, I mean, I. He even inserted something in my backpack as he hugged me.
I'm the one who is usually tough, crying in the waiting room to see the contents in the envelope given by Mama Amarylis. No. gabe. He is no longer a stranger to me. She is my real mama. I promised to learn to accept my new life.
The money I give will use as best I can. Every single one of his pesers was the sweat he was pouring into selling. Wake up in the morning to cook, then shop again for trading needs the next day. I can no longer fiddle like I used to.
“Where to go, Bu?” ask the man who was behind the steering wheel when I was sitting comfortably in the back seat. I answered and the driver drove the cab.
I know it's not cheap, but it'll be more inconvenient if I get on and off the bus and take the city to my new home. I've never done that in my entire life. Even in Medan, I go anywhere by bike, to save on expenses.
The rental room where I will stay until the end is quite comfortable. The other occupants were very calm, I did not hear any sounds or sounds from the nearest room. The bed, cupboard, desk and chair are in good condition.
“If need something, I stay below. Do not hesitate to report anything that makes you uncomfortable,” said the woman who owns the room kindly.
“Good, Mom. Thank you.” I smiled at him. He nodded, then closed the door. I can finally be alone too. Today's trip was exhausting.
I just intend to lie down for a moment and fall asleep. I woke up from hunger. Wanting to check the location around that place, I went out alone. It turns out that there are many stalls that open with various cuisine menus.
After enjoying a plate of fried rice sold using a cart, I walked for a moment. Okay. I already know where the food stalls, stalls to buy daily necessities, also stops to go to campus.
People looking at me are nothing new. But the way they looked was not the same as I was. They admired the beautiful and slender Katelia, but they insulted the now ugly and fat me while whispering to the person next to her.
“Wah, look who this is!” someone shouted from behind me. I closed my eyes for a moment, not expecting him to be on this campus. “This stupid, slow, fat Marilis can enter our campus. Did I not see wrong??”
“He must be wearing a jockey. There is no way she can get in here with her own ability,” said Rahma who followed Chika standing in front of me.
“You better come at ospek or you will regret your whole life,” threatened Chika who I have heard too often.
Not wanting to fuss with them and I'm sure they agree too, I chose another way and got out of that health checkpoint. My guess is right, because they didn't stop me from leaving. How did they get to be on this campus too? They do not plan to take this major. I really fucking.
I avoided arrival dates to campus that were not scheduled by the university. It is better that I be unknown to anyone or hated by everyone than to let the orientation period as a legitimate event for seniors prank their juniors. I could die in the thickets of those three savage girls.
Life is funny. Those who were once my best friends, are now my sworn enemies. The family becomes a stranger, while the unknown becomes a family. But I didn't have time to make friends, so I had to focus on my original goal. College is good.
“Oh, what a coincidence!” said the woman who was my room neighbor. He entered his room, then handed me a piece of paper. “There was one student I was forced to turn down, because my teaching schedule was full. Here's his mother's name and phone number.”
“Thank you very much,” I said gladly.
“Sama-sama. I was rarely in my room because I had to go to college and work. So don't think I'm arrogant, yeah. If I have time like now, we can chat for a moment,” he said kindly. “Connected I still have a task, I can not relax.”
“Then don't assume I'm arrogant, too. I'll use all my free time to work,” I said no to lose. We laughed together.
I called the number and a friendly-sounding woman answered. She was so happy when I mentioned the name of the woman who gave me her number. He asked me to come to his house immediately.
“Hei, welcome. Thank you for complying with my request. Come, come in, log in!” the woman I didn't expect was very young. How could at this age he already have a boy sitting in second grade SMU?
“Matt! Quick down! Your teacher has arrived!” call him out in a loud voice, surprising me. He looked at me again with a shy smile. “Sorry, having two boys does have to be like this. I can't be weak.”
“Ah, yes, Aunt,” says I understand. Mama had two boys, so I've been used to hearing screams like that. Moreover, my two nosy brothers asked for forgiveness when they were children.
“What is this? Didn't Mama choose wrong? This fat and ugly girl is my private teacher?” said a very handsome young man with a gloomy face. “Aduh!” His mother hit him hard on the head as soon as they got close.
“That's not the way to greet your teacher,” said the woman with tight teeth, holding back anger. “Well, this is Mattheo, my son who will be your disciple. If he gives you trouble, tell me, let me teach him a lesson. Two teachers who previously escaped because they could not stand.”
“Ah, Yes, Aunt.” He doesn't have to worry about that. I know how to teach her a lesson if she dares to fuck around later.
Facing Hercules for fourteen months, it turned out to be of some use as well. I can read that this young man is trying to fuck with me. If I'm lucky, I could've prevented him from playing me. He won't make me lose this good job.
Judging from the size of their house, I am sure this woman will not give less than a hundred thousand every day. That's a huge amount for private tutoring. I'm really lucky to get information about them from my index friends.
“Mari, I will show you the place where you will learn.” He took my hand and led me to a door. This woman is really nice. His attitude towards me was very different from that of his son.
I stared in amazement around me. The room had three sides of a wall filled with books. One side of the wall was a large window with a set of sofas nearby along with a table. A suitable place for me to sit waiting for Mattheo to finish the task.
There is a sturdy wooden workbench with a photo frame, desk calendar, table lamp, and tube containing various writing tools opposite it. He could study there. The floor is carpeted so that our steps are not noisy.
“You can use this place to learn. Mattheo will be taking music lessons after school, so she can only study with you every Monday through Friday. Around six in the afternoon until eight in the evening, can you?” tanyanya expectantly.
“Of course, Aunt.” I nodded happily.
Then, I can use my weekend to busking. The first problem is finding a place that is not overrun by thugs. If I'm lucky, I could have asked the owner of the restaurant to play at his place of business.
After discussing my salary to be given daily, I also paid. The amount is enough to pay the round-trip fare, and there is still the rest. I had to buy a bike so I wouldn't have to use city transport. The distance from the campus is not far.
“Well, see you tomorrow.” The woman shook my hand. “Don't worry about dinner. You will eat here with my son.”
“But, Aunte—” I said loathe.
He's already given me a big paycheck, when I have free dinners at their house? That's more than I'd calculated. I'm not that smart that he paid for my services so much. I'm just a SMU graduate and my grades are mediocre too.
“Nothing but. You want to be my son's private tutor, I'm happy,” cut it.
Was his son that hard to teach until he spoiled me like this? He said there were two teachers who ran away before me because they couldn't stand it. What kind of messiness could the young man have done to them? I became curious.
A man walks to the front door. He will open the door for us. But he didn't wait until we got close and opened it. Someone came and walked through that door. I met people I knew.
He looked at me for a moment, then towards the woman standing by my side. He turned back to look at me. “Amarilla? What are you doing here?”