I'm with you, Mr. Teacher

Why Should He?

Teak rested in front of a tomb. It is sunny today. Even in the afternoon, the sunlight still bit. Luckily, a tree stands firmly not far from the position of Teak, whose leafy heaps are enough to bring shade.

Teak stroked a headstone bearing his father's name after he finished sowing flowers.

"Alhamdulillah, today Jati managed to grant Father's hope. Jati applications are accepted at a private school. Teak will try to give the best, so that God will always give the best. As I always say." Jati smiled bitterly, with a hint of a clear puddle in the corner of her eyes.

Eight months since his father died of liver disease, Jati struggled not to tidy up again. Because there is no more advice from him, he must remind himself, so as not to misstep, so as not to be easily influenced by the sparkling world.

Jati pedaled her bicycle leaving the cemetery while remembering the moments together with her late father. Jati promised himself to follow his example, about his diligence in working, as well as never despair in the worst conditions. That's why he became a teacher, according to his expectations.

Entering the yard of his house, Jati immediately smiled at a girl who was waiting for him on the terrace.

"Out of your father's grave, huh?" guess the girl named Kenanga after seeing the fondness that has been memorized in the face of Jati.

Teak just nodded then sat next to him.

"Kok, don't say anything?"

"Emang was not planned. Suddenly we stopped by." Teak opened two buttons on his shirt, then straightened his legs with a long sigh.

"How does it feel to be a teacher? Tired, huh?"

"Well, that's how. If not tired is not the work of his name," replied Jati without looking. His gaze hit the ceiling of the terrace whose ceiling is decorated with several stains from rainwater seepage.

"Are you sure you taught at that school?"

Jati nodded, still not looking.

"When I can recommend you at my papa's friend's foundation. The pay must be much higher."

"Only experienced people are recommended. Beginners like me don't deserve to be in an international school like that. That's why, for now, I have experience, not payment."

Kenanga breathed a sigh. I do not know when the man who managed to imprison his heart was willing to welcome all his good offers.

"I'm here to show you this." The knee-length dressed girl thrust out a pamphlet.

Teak grabbed it, then read it carefully while the mangosteen.

"Besides being a teacher, those other dreams still exist, right?"

"Surely, dong!" Teak smiled widely. For a moment he turned towards Kenanga, then went back to observing the pamphlet in his hand.

"Oh yeah, let's not be too tired, you want, well, change your bike with the bike." Kenanga glanced at the red sports bike parked in the courtyard.

Teak straighten the back. "It's the bike that keeps me fit. If I wasn't cycling anywhere, I wouldn't have time to exercise."

I know, it's just an excuse. Maybe Jati still has other priorities than replacing his bike with a motorcycle. If not afraid of offended Jati, do not let the motorbike, the car was bought.

"Tuition time, okay, your campus is only 500 meters from home. But now? The school you were at was almost three kilos away, you know, from here." Kenanga deliberately emphasized a few words.

"That's not how much, really." Jati nyegir idle.

Kenanga shook her head faintly. The attitude of Teak who chose to politely refuse all material kindness from him, making the pure white girl fall in love so acutely. His feelings have come to the point of not caring about being reciprocated or not. Even unconsciously he had begged the charismatic man's love in various ways. Meeting Jati made Kenanga realize, that the type of angel who had been thought to exist only in novels and films, it turns out that there are still in the real world. All those rare attitudes he never met in another guy, Jati had them. And most of all, Kenanga always felt treated like a woman when with Jati. Although Jati has never shown the same signs of attraction so far, Kenanga still nurtures her feelings so patiently.

"Have you prayed Asar?"

Kenanga.

Honestly, Kenanga prays only when with Teak. Besides, somehow his conscience hasn't been summoned. It's not that pretentious to attract the attention of Teak, but five minutes of being imbued with that sweet black guy is really soothing. Often worship together realize Kenanga, that Teak must be fought in the right way, not use strange.

Kenanga got up from her seat, standing behind Jati waiting for the door to open. How intoxicating the figure of Teak in Kenanga's eyes. His back is similar to having a gravitational force that at times can make the girl pretend to stumble in order to lay her head there.

***

Not usually after school Cendana directly fall without changing his uniform. It was a strange and hard day, he said. For the first time there was a guy who managed to make his heart shake gently, a strange vibration that he initially identified as love, before the guy instead appeared as his teacher. Why should he be the new teacher?

Tragic indeed. When Sandalwood should enjoy the unique feeling that first touched his heart, he struggled to drag him into the ordinary zone. Who do not need to grow longing, especially restless until they can not sleep. Really, Sandalwood doesn't want that to happen. However attractive the figure of Teak, he could not date with the teacher. They will have difficulties when they happen.

Sandalwood took out a shabby sheet of paper from his sling bag. He watched her for a moment, then placed her on his chest as he had.

Cakkah ... Sister miss.

***

At six and five minutes Sandalwood was ready with his uniform. She met Mom in the dining room. Just Mama. Papa hasn't come home from out of town since Cendana last saw him in this house, a week ago. Sandalwood did not dare to expect the creation of a warm breakfast atmosphere. Because look, at the dining table, Mama is still busy with gadgets. Though in his ear there is already a cell phone clamped with the shoulder, which is connected to someone who is somehow as important as what. What is certain is that he thinks is much more important than taking a moment to have breakfast with Sandalwood, asking his needs, his busyness at school, or anything that can show their relationship like a mother and child.

Cendana always tries to understand the busyness of Mama as Finance Manager in one of the contracting companies while taking care of Event Organizer which is quite rapid development. But his little heart was hard to avoid, that he needed attention.

"Auntie said you were snatched yesterday, huh?" mama asked without lifting her eyes from the gadget.

Cendana muttered yes. That kind of thing he should be able to tell me directly. But until Cendana fell asleep last night, Mama hasn't come home.

"Take the car. Until when, anyway, you want to ride a bike? Not tired, what? Mama bought a car with money, you know. Just as you are being taken."

New sandalwood will say when Mama has risen from her seat.

"Yes, Mama left first, yeah. From now on you should be more careful."

Sandalwood felt no need to respond to anything. After all, Mama said that without looking at him.

A moment later, from the outside there was a soft roar of the sound of Mama's car which then completely disappeared after the sound of the horn twice, a sign asking to be opened the gate by the security guard. After that, the atmosphere of the three-story house was perfect to bring out loneliness from all directions, the atmosphere that had familiarized Cendana long ago. Especially since the incident that made him live in guilt.

"You want Auntie to eat breakfast, don't you?" The middle-aged woman who was attaching the lap on her shoulder seemed to understand very well the feelings of her young master.

Cendana nodded with a smile. Anything he needs can always be fulfilled Auntie. He should be able to feel enough about it all.

***

When taking a bike in the garage, Cendana was silent some jokes looking at the sky blue sedan that had somehow just how many times he drove. The sedan was a gift from Mama on her birthday yesterday, just when she had obtained her ID card and SIM.

Given the events of yesterday, Cendana had the thought to drive the car. But he did not want to miss the opportunity to meet Jati. Imagining every second is thrilling but memorable when cycling with a well-mannered guy until he arrives at school, solidify the heart of Sandalwood to be loyal to the bike.

On the road that seems to have been in line with the track of his bicycle tire, Cendana deliberately pedaled slowly. Sometimes he looks back. Not wary of the snatcher, but hope the hero appears, even though nothing is happening.

Sandalwood has passed the location of the emergence of the snatcher yesterday, but Teak has not yet been seen. Where's the house, huh? Sandalwoods started to moody and a little disappointed. He decided to speed up his bike, not wanting to be late just because he hoped for something uncertain.

"Cendana .. wait!"

The deg!

That's the voice of Teak.

***