I LOVE YOU, TEACHER

Misguided

I LOVE YOU, TEACHER

CHAPTER 2

(Wrong Target)

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Not panic?

Not panic?

Panic, time no?

"Remove woiiyy..!!"

"Pick delete..!!"

"Delete... delete..!!"

Not fast to act they just scream, the eraser can walk alone if only asked?

Immediately panic struck the entire class, especially the children who had conspired to make the writing on the board. Some laughed it off as if it were free entertainment.

How not to panic, should have come is Kak Fahri because this is the hour of his lesson, but it turns out that came even Brother Adam.

Somehow even the jutek teacher who entered the class, is it possible we are the wrong schedule or he who entered the wrong? Or has the schedule been replaced?

By now, the rice has become chicken porridge. The jutek teacher is now sitting in the teacher's seat with a jumawa, putting the laptop and LKS he brought on the table. No one dared to come forward to erase the writing.

He stared at the scene on the blackboard that was beautiful to us but seemed bad to him.

"Shameful," he clucked. He murmured but I could still hear him despite the goal.

"Wrongly enter Brother!!" Shouted Hilman who was sitting on the very back bench.

"Today, Fahri and I exchanged hours of lessons because Fahri was having a sudden business. So it's the last hour that ngisi Kak Fahri." The light of the thick-browed man, made us 'O' ria.

"Who wrote this?" Brother Adam pointed his index finger at the blackboard. Instantly the atmosphere turned gripping. I glanced at the children's bench who wrote on the board earlier, heard them talking to each other.

"Shela Brother!" Hilman shouted again, suddenly making the person called his name glare at Hilman while brandishing a fist.

"Where's the name Shela?"

"But I was just told, sister" said Shela in self-defense.

"Let's go ahead!" Tell Brother Adam.

"But Brother.."

"Please move forward!"

Shela also rose from her seat, she stepped with her legs deliberately stomped, her face wrinkled and her lips pursed like a boiler lid.

"Remove!" Brother Adam thrust a board eraser at Shela who was then struck by Shela.

Either have to be concerned or how but honestly Milka and I have been holding a half-dead laugh ever since. But pity him too, had to deal with the jutek teacher.

"Don't be fierce, brother, the handsome will be fair..!" Called one of the girls, from her voice it was like Jenny's. He is my rival in terms of class rank. Although he was a bit bar-bar but he was quite intelligent. The value is always above eight.

Brother Adam Abai, this one student has indeed shown his jutek attitude from the beginning. Actually, he has a pretty handsome face with clean skin and thick eyebrows, but because of the shock it makes the look of his face looks flat, there is no sweetness.

And another one that makes me lazy with this one teacher. It was during his first meeting in this class that I accidentally fell asleep while he was explaining the lesson.

Incidentally, the lesson time was the last hour. The condition of the body that has begun to get tired plus I am running sunnah fasting on Monday, added lemes dong ya. Moreover, the days so breezy breeze blowing through the open classroom door made me more lulled by an unbearable drowsiness. My bench is located at the front of the westernmost row, which is right near the door. I leaned against the wall and unconsciously fell asleep.

Unexpectedly Brother Adam threw me with a marker and hit me, making me tiptoe and instantly woke up from my short sleep. Directly offered dong ya, same friends class. Moreover, he recriminates that I am an ileran, but it is not. It's good to play slander without proof.

Very nice person, if only he was not a teacher, even though only a KKN teacher, I would have replied.

"Okay, brothers, we start today's lesson." The man opened his LKS book.

"Not greeting Brother!" My protest.

At first glance he glanced at me, cynical.let me still cower with him.

"Assalamu'alaikum wr.wb." Brother Adam said his greetings, then answered by us his disciples.

"Wa'alaikumsalam to.wb."

"You go to page 27. There are 4 verses of hadith, please memorize it along with the meaning."

What the fuck? Just started the lesson was told to memorize.

The man raised his wrist, glancing at the watch attached to his hand.

"I'm out for a little while, I'm back in 15 minutes and you guys should be ready for the rote ahead. I'll call you at random." Clearly again. Firm yet annoying.

Huft, why don't you just ask al-baqarah hafalin let us all be hafidz all of you. Aamiin !!!

***

"Cantin yuk," Milka asked.

"Mil's holiday, "" answered me who was still busy tidying up the book.

"Oh, yes. Forgetting. Today is Monday, you are fasting."

"Hmmm.."

"A lot of fasting on Monday Thursday, so you can be a friend like Kak Fahri huh?" Kelakar Milc.

"Yes, yes, no. Initially, it used to be in SMP, the intention was to pass the exam with good grades but over time, I was used to it."

"Owh. If fasting can reduce weight can not? Kan, just like you used to be intent to fast biat can pass the test."

"Can you not? But right, long ago I sincerely mengejalaninnya without any purpose except his pleasure."

"Continue?"

"I think there is no initial intention for weight loss, but if I can istiqomah insyaallah long can be sincere by itself Kok. Kayak nerbahasa java 'witing trisno jalaran songko kulino'. It was heavy at first, but it would get used to it. Expecting the reward also includes self-respect, not yet arguably sincere. Since it's a heavy mile, let alone menghikhlasin people we love. Hehe."

Milka was bearded and rounded her lips. Either because I understand my explanation or even more confused.

"Why are you so cool, Ghis?"

"Eat him, read the book do not IG-an mulu!" I pulled the tip of Milka's veil to make her face half covered in white lilbannya.

"Silkis..!!"

***

While it was still a break, I decided to go to the library, all the books I borrowed a few days ago.

Lately I have been more diligent in going to the bus, not without reason. This is because I often meet Kak Fahri relaxing in the perpus, dong ya opportunity, make a gush. Ehe.

Looking at his shady face has become opium for me, but when at home I also often see it even though secretly peering from behind the glass in my house. But it has become a pleasure for me, enough for entertainment to be at home. Hehe.

I walked into the room dominated by the books, the fragrant smell of lavender emanating from the fragrance hung on the large fan in the ceiling of this room, adding to the effect of peace in this room. This is one of the reasons I like to spend time on the perpus, the calm atmosphere makes me comfortable to sleep. Especially when I was fasting sunnah, the break hours I use to sleep on the perpus to dispel hunger, especially outside there are many children who are snacking. It is better to sleep, than food temptations during fasting.

I spread my legs slowly while circulating my gaze looking for someone. I went around every corner of the room but I didn't even meet the guy.

I sighed, disappointed. It turns out that Fahri is not here. I walked towards the table of Ms. Indah and handed over the book I had brought along as well as a porous card that served as proof of the loan.

Want to follow Milka to the cafeteria seems lazy too, here is who knows later Kak Fahri came.

Ah, yes. I just remembered that Brother Adam said that Brother Fahri was having a sudden business so they exchanged hours of lessons. Maybe now Fahri is not finished with his business.

I saw a book that looked like a novel lying on the table not far from where I was standing. When I approached it turned out to be a novel, the title 'When God Falls in Love' tumben there are novels in the library, usually there are only books of knowledge and textbooks.

I pulled up my chair and took the novel and read it.

***

"Goddess..!!"

From the tail of my eyes I saw someone standing on my right side, I looked up. Brother Adam?

He raised his right hand, what did he ask for?

"That's mine." His eye cue showed that what he meant was the novel I was holding.

"Oh," I dropped the novel and stood up to avoid it.

"Wait," stop. I'm not stepping.

He apparently took a piece of paper from one of the pages of the novel and put it in his pocket. Then put the novel back on the table near where we were standing.

"Borrow it if you want to." His words then simply passed out of the library room.

"Who wants a minjem." Mumbles.

I was about to leave, but I looked back at the novel. The content of the story is quite exciting, making it curious to read the continuation. I had time to read some sheets, responsibility if it does not end.

I grabbed the novel from the table, putting aside the prestige to dispel my curiosity. Do not let me not be able to sleep well because I am curious about the follow-up story.

Anyway, what paper was taken, it seems to contain the smells of secrecy. It seems that he deliberately took it so that I did not see, in fact he just took the paper and returned the novel to Me.

Ah, I should have seen it first, so I'm thinking now.

Ah au!! Not my business either.