I Love You, Mother Teacher

Part 2

Raka saw her new teacher walking towards the school gate, instantly preparing to approach. His heart was pounding as the woman was close to him.

"Siang, Ma'am," Raka greeted with a friendly smile.

"Piang. Why aren't you home yet?" sahut Shofie asked his student back.

"I'll take Mom home. I'm afraid there's something wicked about Mom again, I'm the new guy here, right?"

"I am a big man, grown up. Of course you can take care of yourself. If this morning I'm pickled doesn't mean it'll happen to me again, right?" shofie replied with a smile that showed her dimples.

"B-that's not what I mean, ma'am. I'm just scared, Mom's still new here. I don't know what and how this place is. Unfortunately, I don't want no problem, I can make a meaning," explained Raka straightforwardly.

The teenage boy's answer seemed to have touched his heart. Inevitably, Shofie agrees to his student's offer. Finally, Raka followed the footsteps of the beautiful teacher who walked ahead of Raka.

The distance between Shofie's rented house and the school is not far. When they were just walking a few blocks from school, there was a bunch of thugs hanging out at the patrol post. Judging from Shofie's body gesture, Raka knew that the beautiful girl was terrified.

"Hi's Beautiful! Temptation we dong," chirped one of them.

"Haha ... Lo it don't see what? Noh, there's already a handler!" his friend pointed to wearing a chin.

Raka clasped the new teacher's fingers and said*it was gentle, telling her not to be afraid. Raka kept holding the fingers until far past the patrol post.

"It's safe. I don't have to be afraid that someday I won't be able to accompany you. I call it Raka pelvis in the market, if you have problems," said Raka after both stopped in front of a rented house measuring 36 square meters.

The two just stood in the courtyard, silent without taking out a word. Without them knowing their hands are still clinging. Until when Raka came home, both of them just realized.

"Sorry, Miss," said Raka shyly.

"It's ok. Thank you Raka, you want to accompany me" Shofie said with a sweet smile.

Shofie went into the room to change clothes. His heart is still beating. Only walk with his younger students.

Shofie put her body in bed. When sleepiness began to attack, the sound of the phone rang. With laziness Shofie woke up and took his phone that was on the nightstand.

Without seeing who called, Shofie scrolled the green button. Actually he was lazy to answer the call, but his phone kept ringing making him uncomfortable.

"Hmm" said Shofie with eyes closed due to drowsiness.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear. You're okay right there?" I heard Mommy Ary's voice worried.

"Wa'alaikumusalam, Mommy .. when only yesterday I left. Mommy has been like not seeing me for a long time" Shofie grumbled. He likes to sleep but is disturbed.

"Law, Honey. You're the only daughter, but you choose to live in another city. How can Mommy not worry about you, son?"

"Mommy take it easy, Shofie must be fine here. Even though I've never been to this city, I'm sure I can stay here" Shofie replied.

"I'd better stay here by myself no one knows who I really am. If people knew who I was, they would definitely lick. Let it be like this, I'm calmer."

Shofie returned to daydreaming when the mother had leaned in with various questions.

"Shafiyah Kusuma Wijaya!" yelling Mommy Ary finally made Shofie return to the real world

(Hayoo, who can guess, this is the sequel to whose story? What is the title of the novel? Which can be answered in the comments)

"Yes, Mommy. I'm here!" shofie replied annoyed.

"What are you? Since then Mommy talked dicuekin," said Mommy Ary

"Hoaammmm ... Shofie's sleepy, Mom."

"Of course, you sleep. Later tonight we video call. Wassalamu'alaikum" Mommy Ary said, ending their conversation.

Shofie had fallen asleep by the time her mother ended her call. The girl was very sleepy because she couldn't sleep last night. Not getting used to life is hard making it a bit difficult to adapt.

Meanwhile, arriving at Raka's house rushed to change her clothes. He had to work to meet his daily needs, as well as for his school fees.

Raka did not know her father at all, her mother said, dying when Raka was not even two years old. Her mother died a year ago of a lung disease.

Since childhood Raka has been accustomed to looking for money to eat and meet the needs of his life. Being a shoemaker, a pelvis in the market he lived with sincerity. That's why he was at the market this morning.

Raka's job will make a lot of money in the morning. Therefore, every three o'clock in the morning she had already woken up to become a pelvic coolie. If there are no consumers, he will learn to fill his free time.

Since childhood lived near the market, made him know the area. He was also recognized by many market thugs for his martial prowess. Although he is a taekwondo black belt holder and pencak silat, he does not make him a market thug.

"Somebody's in love, right!" said Fathur Raka's close friend.

"Sokay know Lo!" raka Balas.

"Wohoo, you know! I've known Lo since I was a baby. So I know very well how when Lo fell in love," said Fathur meledek.

"My girl, Ka! Don't be shy, we can keep your secret!" timpal Anto, Raka and Fathur's friend.

Anto and Fathur only felt school until Junior High. Other than not having the money for school fees, their brains are not as smart as Raka.

"What would you like to admit? Who wants to have a girlfriend at the market? Ngaco you guys are talking." Raka immediately left his two friends.

"Lo anyway, Thur! So go on. Must be angry with us. Sure me!" anto blames Fathur.

"Have me! You also follow along," replied Fathur.

From where they were sitting, Raka seemed to have shouldered groceries belonging to middle-aged mothers.

"He's not angry, but he's picking up windfall. Look noh!" said Fathur as his eyes caught Raka's activities.

"Buckoo! Very observant of the boy's eyes. Just know where there's money!" decak amazed Anto as soon as shown the existence of Raka.

Without his two friends knowing, Raka was worried. Worrying because he suddenly gasped every time he remembered the face of the girl he helped earlier this morning