I'm with you, Mr. Teacher

New Teacher

"Capture .... Please ... please .. please ...!" Sandalwood shouted loudly, ignoring the wound on the elbow because it hit the asphalt.

The back and forth of the school Cendana always pass on that road, and never why-why. But this morning suddenly the tall, thin man pulled his sling bag so he lost his balance and fell off the bike. Not yet had Cendana get rid of the bike that now hit his body, the snatcher was not seen. It made the girl in a gray-white uniform panic, especially after remembering the important thing in her pale blue bag.

Sandalwood circulated the view, hoping that someone would provide help. But this early the streets were still empty, and the movement of the snatcher was very agile. Sandalwoods started crying. It feels too heavy to weld the bag and its contents just disappear. He wants to pursue. But other than being dangerous, he had absolutely no idea which way to chase.

In the sedu sedan, the owner of the mole near the lips rose up with his bicycle. He cleaned the left side of his body that was dusty because it fell lying in a sideways position. He glanced at the fresh blood that adorned the wound on his elbow before starting to walk guiding his bicycle. He chose not to drive it in a state of shock.

After moving a few meters from the fall position earlier, Sandana's steps were blocked by a man who suddenly stopped his bike with a transverse position. Because he had just become a victim of crime, it was natural that Sandalwood jerked back a few steps.

"Don't be afraid. I just want to turn this around." The man in a white shirt whose arm was rolled up to the elbow thrust out a bag of pale blue sling. His breath is a bit cringed. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

Sandalwood lowered his bike kickstand and approached to receive his bag. He quickly checked the contents, then looked very relieved after finding a piece of paper that had many creases and looked shabby. Sandalwood cradled the paper as he took a deep breath, a sign of how valuable it was to him.

"thank you. Thank ye. Thank you!" Sandalwood said to the man who had saved his bag while bowing.

"Either. Fortunately still hunted," the sweet black man replied after muffling the astonishment of seeing the girl in front of him who looked very caring on a shabby piece of paper, to the point that his thanks were repeated many times. Seeing the panic of Sandana when checking the contents of his bag earlier, the presumption that the man was a valuable object such as a cellphone or wallet that he ascertained, knew-know-knows only a piece of paper.

"Other times be more careful this way."

Sandalwood just nodded. He put the paper back in his bag and turned to his bicycle.

"Wait!" The boy's voice perfectly locked up Sandalwood's steps.

The guy approached after Sandalwood turned the body.

"Your partner is bleeding."

Sandalwood even forgot about the wound. The important thing is that the bag is back. He checked it when the guy had removed the tissue and wound plaster from his gray backpack. Without excuse the guy grabbed Sandalwood's arm, wiped the blood on his elbow, then put on a wound plaster. Throughout the process Cendana had the opportunity to observe the curve of the man's face deeply. Thick eyebrows. Jaw firmly. The nose is not too sharp, but it is suitable for the size of a man. And her lips .. somehow had to make her feel. Sandalwood wanted to look at him for longer. Honey, the guy's busy with his elbows is not up to a minute.

"If you're afraid of infection." The guy spoke while returning the rest of the tissue to his backpack.

"Thank you."

"Together." The guy smiled sweetly. Errata, too sweet for this early morning, makes Sandana difficult to catch her breath until her face looks strange. As long as the guy smiled, Sandalwood's heart was beating strangely, never before this mysterious. His heart suddenly flowered. What's the matter?

"Yes already. I go first, yeah." The boy's saying lifted Sandalwood from a peaceful feeling of inexplicability as if centered on him in a fraction of a minute before.

Sandalwood just nodded while smiling.

After the guy in the pants paddled his bike and began to move away, Cendana just thought to ask his name. But .. ah, that's it. Now he can only look at the back of his hero further away, and enjoy the sensation caused by his protective and attentive attitude.

***

"Gue thought you weren't in. Tumben really come in crucial minutes." Ranum, Cendana's sitting friend, spoke while preparing books and stationery for the first lesson.

"There was a snap."

"What's? So, what was taken? It's nothing, is it?" Ranum was overwhelmed with worry, his eyes bulging.

Sandalwood just shook his head while smiling, making Ranum frown.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Thankfully there was him." Sandalwood Smile widened when imagined the face of the man earlier. If God finds them again, Sandalwood makes sure to bring him acquaintance.

"Who?" Seeing the happy expression on the face of the person who had been snatched away, made Ranum wonder.

Sandalwood intention for the story about the guy was urung, when Mr. Hasan—wali their class—included with someone.

The class that was once rowdy was suddenly silent.

"Good morning."

"Today we have a new teacher who will teach Mathematics in several classes, one of which is this class. For further introduction, I send it directly to Mr. Jati."

The person named Jati took a step forward then swept a glance at the faces of the students in front of her. He immediately gave his greetings and began a short introduction on his first day joining Nusa Bangsa High School.

"My name is Jati Andreas Siregar. While in the school environment you can call me Mr. Jati, but if you meet outside, whatever. Wear it or not, no problem. I hope we can guide each other, and create many memorable days."

Without Jati realizing it, the sweet smile that he had spread since earlier made the girls in the class melt. They listened enthusiastically to the words spoken by the charming young teacher. Many were barely able to take their eyes off for a second.

"Such a handsome, yes," whispered Ranum in Sandalwood's ear.

Sandalwood that gawked to the front of the class did not respond. Not so willing to put on the face of the new teacher, but he still could not believe, that the figure of the hero is now even a teacher. Yes, Jati is that cycling guy, the first guy who managed to touch the rare side in the heart of Sandalwood that has not been touched so far. Because trying to avoid that fact, making Sandalwood still pecking until now.

The circulation of Jati's gaze in an effort to recognize the faces of the occupants of his first class suddenly stopped at one point, when his bead of eyes found a tapered face adorned with moles near the lips. The face must be much prettier if it is not covered in something that makes it less familiar with a smile. But that was not what made Jati pay attention to him to grow fine wrinkles on his forehead. Jati is sure, the student who is now wrongly looked at for a long time is the girl he helped earlier this morning, who feels a piece of shabby paper is far more valuable than all the contents of his bag.

Sandalwood immediately took out his textbook when suddenly Jati's gaze was anchored in his eyes. He opened the origin of his page and pretended to be diligent in reading it. His chest was irregularly tight. When the hero pedaled his bike and moved away before they could get acquainted, Cendana prayed softly that one day he could meet again. But not so fast, especially having to be present as his teacher.

There was the sound of Mr. Hasan saying goodbye and inviting Jati to start his lesson. Sandalwood had not dared to hold his head up, afraid that the gaze of Teak had not shifted from him.

Hours of lessons. In Jati's heart muttered, it turned out like this was like being a teacher. Honestly, Jati has not found her feelings. But his first experience was not so bad.

Mathematics is a favorite lesson of Sandalwood, but not this time. The fast-paced event before this filled his mind, rendering him unfocused. He quietly turned back the incident this morning from waking up. There may be parts that are just hallucinations. It was triggered by the unwillingness to find a hero in the form of a teacher in this class.

***

A few meters from the usual place he parked his bike, the steps of Sandana swallowed saw there was another bike there. Because at this school there are no other students who use bicycles, Cendana sure, it's a Teak bike. Because of this, Cendana hastened her steps, intending to leave the school immediately before Jati appeared. However, almost simultaneously after Cendana grabbed the handlebar of his bike, Jati also arrived to take over the bike next to him. Again the heart of Sandalwood trembled gently.

"It turns out the bike markers have to be here, huh?"

Cendana only nodded faintly then switched to pretend to fix the position of her sling bag.

"I was a marker from near the security guard post. It looks like the security guard who moved here. Pake didn't say, anyway. I'm confused." Teak laughed crisply, intending to melt the atmosphere. Actually he wanted to chat a lot with Sandalwood, but the girl even looked uncomfortable.

"You're quiet, aren't you? I was in class, you rarely say."

Sandalwood just smiled flatly.



"Oh yeah, what's the wound?"

"Udah is okay. Once again thank you, sir, for your help." Just like this morning, Cendana spoke while bowing her body.

It was natural for someone to be so polite to his teacher, but according to Teak the girl in front of him was too stiff. He prefers to talk to someone with eyes.

"I think we're in the same direction, huh. Come home, yuk!"

The deg!

How'this?

Sandalwood's brain immediately rotates quickly looking for rejection material.

"I'm sorry, sir, but today I'm not going home, I want to stop by somewhere first."

"Oh that. Yeah, I'm first, yeah."

After Jati paddled her bike through the gate, Cendana cursed her stupidity. Why should we avoid too?

***

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