I LOVE YOU, TEACHER

Trapped in the Toilet

Teee!!!!!!!

Bell came home sounding, without waiting for the greetings and command from the teacher, all of us packed books and other stationery into our bags.

Not long after the bell was sounded, there was an announcement sound that seemed to be the voice of Brother Hanif.

"Assalamu'alaikum. Announcement for all members of the Ambalan Council scouts class XI and XII, after this please gather in XI class IPA 3. Wassalamu'alaikum wr.wb."

Now then? In this class?

I sighed, it seemed like the plan for me to catch people who used to put letters on my stool would fail.

"She said there was some business? So no?" Milka asked as I pulled the phone out of the bag.

"I don't know, it's not like that."

"Gee! How come? I've already canceled the promise with Dicky Ghis," said Milka waving her lips, looks a look of disappointment on the face of his oval.

"Yes, sorry. You were horrified yourself there was an announcement that the boy scouts asked to gather up this."

"Hm" Milka sighed. He was looking for someone. I know who he's looking for.

"No, Dicky just got out. The suckers there, don't care about me." I was singing my lips, pretending to sulk.

"Don't that dong, I'm not a boy scout, so I'm back! Good.bye..!" Milka pinched my cheek and ran out of class.

"Milka!!" I screamed while holding my cheek. Be ill.

While waiting for all the members to gather, I use my time to surf in cyberspace.

In my class, there were about 7 people who participated in scouting activities. Among them are four girls, I, Ulya, Dina, and Jenny. And three boys, Galih, Satya, and Andra.

Milka was not part of the scout because she had already joined the PMR extracurricular. At school we are only allowed to follow one of the Exkul activities only, so that when training and there are events do not clash the schedule.

A few moments later, all the members were gathered in the classroom. Followed by Brother Hanif as the chairman of DA Scouts. He stood in front and began our meeting.

Long story short, we here as a member of the scout coach held a meeting for the formation of the camp event committee which will be held next week. The plan anyway, there will be a campground in the beach area which is not too far from the school. And I was assigned as a logistician along with four others, namely Dina, Kak Farah, Kak Meysa and Andra.

Heh? That kid? I want to protest but I dare not answer if asked why. As a result, I just kept quiet. Hopefully he won't bother me again.

This event will be followed by all members of class X, XI and XII scouts.

At 15:30 our meeting was just over, lucky dzuhur prayer activities had been carried out earlier in the congregation before the last lesson hour. So when returning home from school do not worry about being late to pray dzuhur because teaching and learning activities at school are over 14:00.

Just imagine, if the clock just returned home that far home will certainly run out of prayer time dzuhurnya.

Thankfully, I was able to attend a madrassa where all religious values were taught here. Many of his teachers also broke from the pesantren.

The atmosphere of the school looks very quiet, when you want to go home, suddenly the bladder feels full and can not be held anymore. I put my backpack in the ceramic seat in front of the class and immediately ran to the toilet located not far from my class.

When I was finished and was about to get out, I was surprised because the toilet door I could not open. Instantly I immediately panicked and tried to pull the door handle as hard as I could, but my efforts were nil, the door still could not be opened.

I wanted to call someone, but I was in my bag, and I left my bag in front of class.

Oh my God, how is this?

I'm crying out of fear, fear of not being able to get out of here until tomorrow.

"When is dong here last night? In the bathroom, there are usually plenty of demons." I spoke to myself, thinking about it my tears became more so.

"Please!!!" I screamed out loud, hoping there was still someone out there who heard my voice.

What aps I am. Why can't this door be opened. Damaged or something from the outside?

"Don't you Andra?!" Suddenly I was prejudiced against the man, he might want revenge.

Athaghfirullah.I cannot su'udzon before there is evidence.

"Tolooong..!!" I screamed while banging on the door hoping someone would come to my aid.

I pray in my heart to ask God for help. At times like this, God is my only hope. I hope there are still people here even though it is this afternoon.

"Backpas..!!"

My voice until hoarse, my palm was hot terrace because of banging on the door from earlier. Let this door be broken as long as I can get out of here as soon as night falls.

I think for almost half an hour I'm here, I'm starting to get desperate. I hope my mom comes home from the store and realizes that her daughter hasn't come home yet, and my mom comes here. Hope so.

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Kugedor the door again and shouted for help hoping that the sound of the step was indeed someone who came.

"Aghisna?" Call a man from outside the toilet.

That voice, it seems familiar to me. Wait, he called my name? how did he know I was in here?

"Please open it, the door can't be opened from here." I screamed from the toilet.

Someone also tried to push the door from the outside, but still the door was not open.

"The key inside you haven't opened yet probably." Said the man. I remember her voice more clearly.

"I'm Kak's daughter, but the door can't be opened. It seems to be stuck."

Surprisingly, the door handle is shaped like a cylinder in my opinion is very easily damaged. I understand because the bathroom at home also uses a door that handles the door like this.

"You step aside first let me break down." The man shouted from outside.

I pulled my body back to get away from the door.

Brakk!!! Brakk!! Brakk!!!

Three times the door finally opened. I breathed a sigh of relief while giving thanks non-stop.

In front of the open door stood a man wearing a long-sleeved blue t-shirt and black cloth pants. His head was wrapped in a gray color skull somewhat backward so that his bangs hair decomposed covering part of his forehead.

It turns out true my guess, the voice of the man was the voice of Brother Adam.

I immediately stepped out feeling very relieved. It was like being trapped in a dark room without air. Shadows of demons, ghosts, dedemits, and similar creatures kept appearing in my mind while inside earlier. Especially if you spend the night here. I could have died standing in fear.

Thank goodness Allah sent Brother Adam to help me. The help of God always comes to his servant who is in trouble.

"Thank you Brother. Good thing Brother came here, otherwise I could pass out inside until tomorrow."

"Why in the afternoon is this still in school?" Highlight his eyes were sharp, I felt like I was being scolded by him.

"There was a DA meeting, the end of the afternoon. Keep me going to the toilet, just want to get out even the door can not be opened." Obviously to him.

Brother Adam stepped forward out of the toilet area followed by my trailing footsteps behind him.

"Sister," called me as we arrived in front of the classroom. He looks.

"Son't you think what's this afternoon at school?" I was wondering, why he could also happen to be here.

"Me?" The man shifted his eyes.

"So there's something missing that's why we're here." Answer then.

"So I saw your bag lying in front of your class, I heard you screaming so I guessed it was you."

I round my mouth to respond. Fortunately, the distance between the toilet and my class was not far so that Brother Adam could hear my screams earlier.

"Where is the item missing, why is Brother passing by in front of my class?" Ask again.

"Cerewet really, it has been helped instead of thank you even ngintrogasi. Like where I'm going. I went back into the toilet and I know yes!"

Instead of answering the annoying guy instead nagging unclear.

"People on time can't, it's just a prayer." My answer is not to lose the rent.

"Thank you for that, no?!" My neighbor again.

Pri didn't answer, he just kept going.

I stopped my steps and turned around, only to remember that my bag had not been taken.

*

Arriving at the front, I saw Brother Adam still standing alone at the gate. Is he waiting for someone?

My school gate is rarely locked because there is already Mr. Tio as a security guard who keeps it until night. Mr. Tio's own house is in front of this school building. So it's no wonder that Brother Adam was able to get into the school and find me in the toilet.

"Why is it still here?" Ask her when I get to the gate.

"Wait for you. Go home, your parents will worry." Brother Adam lowered his crossed hands on his chest.

"Wait me? Why, I can go home by myself."

"Don't be sad first. I'm just worried that you're going back into the toilet and can't get out anymore." Adam's brother stepped foot into the street.

"Ish, why am I going back into the toilet." Gumamku.

I followed Adam's footsteps. Not followed, our way home is one way.

"Hey, Adam! It turns out that Adam was secretly brave as well huh, haha." I looked towards the source of the sound. It turned out that it was Kak Hafsah who was sitting casually with two other friends, Kak Azizah and Kak Rania on the terrace of the house mbok Yat, the post where the students lived.

I was confused by the words that Kak Hasah said earlier. The look in the eyes of the three of them was very difficult to quantify.

"Eits, don't think of anything. It's not what you think." I said in a hurry to explain. I feel like they think that Adam and I were alone in this school building.

I stepped closer to the three beautiful women and explained what really happened so as not to become a slander later.

"Yes-yes we believe it, already!" Said them after I explained over and over and a little insistent forcing them to believe.

"Other times be careful, thankfully there was Adam who found you." Said Azizah showing her concern.

"Yes, his name is also again apes Kak. Yaudah I want to go home first, brother. Afraid to find Mom at home." I grabbed one by one the three women's hands and kissed the reverence and said goodbye.

When I faced the road, I saw Brother Adam no longer seen where he was standing. Where's she? Did you go home first? Uh, he said he was waiting, now he's left behind.

Ahh!! Why am I the one hoping to be with her?

I hurried back down the road to the house, afraid that Mom was worried because I came home late.

***

On Sundays, I usually have an agenda with Milka. Whether it's a walk, hanging out in the mall, or just playing to his house. But this week because she's got a new boyfriend, she's me.

And finally this week I just stayed at home. Umar also if the Sunday event is very crowded, the main event means. He only went home during dzuhur prayer and ate, after which he left again somewhere. While Dad and Mom as usual they keep the store and go home in the afternoon.

"Sunday at home, don't hang out where it is."

Fahri's sister suddenly came up to me as I pulled out the grass in the yard.

I looked up then immediately got up from the squatting position.

"Eh, there's Brother Fahri." I'm timid.

"No pa-pa continued. Let me help you here." Kak Fahri took a crouching position and plucked the grass in front of him.

"Eh, not Brother. Let me go, Brother's hands are dirty."

"Nothing, people are just dirty and wash their hands later. Let's go on nyabutin grass."

Doubtful that I was back crouching not far from Kak Fahri, there was a slight feeling of pleasure with his presence here.

"If I may give you advice, before the dawn of grass 'God I intend to clean my dirty heart' let not only the yard clean, but our hearts also come clean, and also can be a reward, because at the beginning we intend to clean the grass as well as cleanse the heart. Easy right?" Fahri smiled to explain to me, making me even more amazed at his authenticity.

"Yes." Yeah." I smiled in response.

"Tumben sunday at home?"

"Temen who used to be invited to hangour is now busy with his new girlfriend Sis." Answer me with a soft tone.

"Why don't you take your girlfriend for a walk?"

"Whose girlfriend is brother, my man is still single."

"Well, a girl as pretty as you are single?"

I smiled at her words of praise.

"Yes, it's really single. Singlo fii sabillillah."

Fahri laughed at my last words.

"Can't you date your mom or dad?" Ask Fahri again.

"Something." I lifted both my shoulders.

"They've never talked about it. I'm also very rare Kak, deket same temen guy. And they know that, maybe that's why they trust me so much that I won't make it up." Obviously I'm at length.

Ah, Fahri's sister just a girlfriend why?

Lah, I'm the first puck first anyway. What if that was a sign of what to shoot?

"Hm, good then." Answer's short.

Tuh, right. He's just nanya doang.

A little disappointed but ah, that's it.

My hands were busy pulling out the grass, but my eyes were struggling as much as possible to look at the handsome face of the man before me without his knowledge. But it seems he was aware, because several times he returned a glance that made us both blush and misbehave.

"That's been cleared away, what's been revoked?"

I flinched and looked at my hand that turned out to move as if pulling the grass, even though the land was clean and my hand did not move, just stay there.

Spontaneous I put on a smile withstanding the overwhelming shame. Salah Kak Fahri anyway, instead of making work added cepet even make me wrong focus.

Agnese..Agnit..!