It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

The Charm of Pak Aksa

A smiling tone stared at the stack of invitations that had been ready to be named and sent to the invited guests.

"I don't think we're legitimate in a month." Happiness and gerogi taste mixed into one. Like this it feels like getting married, every day his chest is filled with the taste of carbonated happy soda inside and continues to explode.

"Na, how many guests are the receptionist?" ask Mr. Teguh who is now sitting next to his daughter.

"500 Pa invitations. Aksa just take 200, the rest of us."

"Na, how does Papa help with your wedding expenses? You're Papa's only daughter. It should be Papa hosting your wedding reception."

His banging tone did not understand. "Don't know, Pa. Aksa is, he feels it's his responsibility. About MUA aja I woo Pa to use the services of aunty Ira."

Mr. Teguh rubbed his hair with affection. "Just like his dad and Papa are getting sure to give you up with Aksa."

"Yes Pa."

"Where did I tell you that after marriage, where would you live?"

"Not yet Pa. Her tone of desire stayed with Papa." The tone rested his head on the sturdy shoulders of his Papa who had been guarding him all this time.

"But if Aksa wants to stay at his house or somewhere else, you follow him. You have to figure out what your husband says."

Tone nodded in understanding.

Mr. Teguh increasingly grabbed the body of his daughter. "May you always be happy, dear."

"Amine, Pa."

...***...

That afternoon, Aksa dropped out of XI after teaching art. He has been teaching at that school for a month. The existence of Aksa as a young teacher made the young girls in High School get a fresh view.

"Sir, would you like to go home?" ask one of the students who followed her.

"Yes," Aksa replied as she walked through the hallways of the classroom. It just so happened that the disciples were also time to go home.

"Where is Pak Aksa's house?" asked one of the students from some of the students who were walking near Aksa.

"In a narrow alley" replied Aksa who immediately got boisterous laughter from the students there.

Aksa accelerated his pace. He did not want to take the little girls too seriously.

"Sir, sometime teach us to play the piano dong. Let me ask you a question, sir, what's this one called?" he said while imitating the song from Rhoma Irama.

"Late.."

Aksa just shook his head. There is just the behavior of this High School girl. "Yes, later you can list the courses at my place."

"Mr Aksa taught?"

"No," Aksa replied as she grabbed her helmet.

Some of the girls were still crowding Aksa to the parking lot.

"Keep if not Pak Aksa who taught?"

"We want to be taught by Pak Aksa."

"Yes, Mr. Aksa's name is already in my heart."

"I would like every day there are art lessons to meet Pak Aksa."

Aksa's head is getting dizzy. True said Nada became a young teacher at High School made him in pursuit of his own students.

"Yes, excuse me for coming home." Aksa is now riding on his bike.

"Sir nebeng dong, I have no one to pick me up."

They fight each other even though Aksa does not offer a ride to one of them or agree with their wishes.

"Geeh!!" One deheman actually makes Aksa like swallowed by the earth alive.

He was now looking at someone who was folding his hands on his chest while looking at him sharply.

"Eh, Na, how come it's here?" ask Aksa stiffly.

"Eh, who the hell is he?"

"Don't know."

"You can be here."

"Surge!!" The tone broke the whole bunch of the girls. He casually climbed onto Aksa's motorbike and hugged her.

Aksa just smiled while shaking her head. Tone countered.

"Come in, just hug."

They still sound like noisy fruit flies.

Aksa now runs his bike and leaves the parking lot immediately.

"Eh, woy, you guys are said to be hits but do not know the viral news. He was Nada Azalea, his future wife Pak Aksa," shouted one of the boys who might feel disgusted by the behavior of his schoolmate.

"Whats!!" yell at them at the same time.

Aksa was still smiling after coming out of the school gate.

Instantly Nada let go of her embrace and then moved her lips.

"Well, the hug's been removed."

"Do not know!!"

Aksa slowed down the speed of his motor and then grabbed Nada's hand with his left hand. "Anged?"

"It's like to be in the same kernutin as fruit flies."

Aksa's getting chuckled. "It's funny to be jealous."

"You've just been seduced by silence like that."

"I refused, Na. There is no way I could get angry or snap at them to stay away. Teacher Na, you must be able to maintain your attitude."

Tone took a long breath.

"You don't believe me?"

"I was meant to stop by the place where you were to give me a surprise, uh, even I was surprised."

"Yes, sorry if I was wrong. But really, I wouldn't be tempted by them."

Nada hugged Aksa again. Apparently the hot burning heart was slightly extinguished.

"Aksa, where are we going?" it is realized that the road that Aksa passes is not the road to his house or Aksa's house.

"To our home" replied Aksa.

"Our house? Meanin?"

Aksa just fell silent. He is now slightly increasing the speed of the motor. Moments later he stopped his bike in front of a house that was quite large and had two floors although not too luxurious.

"This is our home.."