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Who's He?

As the sun began to show its charm, Dayana was getting ready to return to teaching. A little smudge of lipstick on those pink lips, she was ready for the activity today.

"Good morning, Ma ... Pa!" sapa Dayana put the bag to the dining table.

"Morning, dear," replied the well-groomed Papa.

"Where are you going?" ask Dayana and sit next to Papa.

"You work, Mama also said she wanted a round. Time, Papa's alone here."

"Yes, why?"

"Fear dong the Papa mah, afraid in gondol wewe gombel!" it was Hina Mama who made Papa stare intently while Dayana laughed.

Mama took a seat, I started applying jam on the bread. Mama's been preparing coffee for Papa, chocolate milk for me and tea for Mama.

"Oh, yes Yana. Mama wants something with you" said Mama seriously.

"What Ma?" tanya Dayana put the bread in her mouth which was already filled with jam.

"You .. There's no boyfriend, right?" ask Mama with a serious look.

"Ohuk!" I choked when I heard Mama's question. Why is this so early that such a problem is discussed, anyway?

Mama quickly gave me the milk I had in the glass, I looked until half the glass was left.

"You be careful," recalled Mama who might feel bored with my face that was definitely red.

"Some, Mama is. Her time of boyfriend troubles so early," my annoyance moved lips.

"Mom seriously, Yana."

"Ma ... Yana's young, don't think Yana won't do it!"

"What's wrong with meeting or acquaintance first?"

"That's the same, there will be a hopeful heart after the meeting. If it wasn't between the two of us, yes, one of the parents. Ma ... Yana's gonna find out who lost Yana's ready for marriage." I stood up and immediately grabbed the backs of my parents' hands.

Even though I was annoyed, however they were still my parents whom I had to respect. I clipped the back of his hand and walked away.

On the way to the stop I looked down, I don't know how much Mama was overdoing me. After all, I'm not alone because I haven't been able to forget Andi.

However, I am not yet willing to return to the bridle in a relationship. I love my life now, free from the rules of others.

"Mom, what are you looking for?"

"Find the dime!" I answered back and saw the person next to me now.

"Can?"

"No, taken the most rats."

"So seriously, look at the road. I'm calling it no horror."

"Yes, here. Rada budeg due to the horror of your ugly single concert," I said with a laugh while Irga even raised her face.

"Where is ugly!" grit it with a pouting face.

"Hahaha, yeah-yes. Not bad, really. So bangus!"

"Mbak why? Papa scolded me last night, huh, after I got home?" asked Irga to look at my face.

I gave a smile and shook my head slowly, "No, no. After all, there really is also said Papa last night. Don't think about it, Papa."

"Hmm ..emang said Papa is also true, the heck Mbak."

We reached the stop, there were some people waiting for the bus there so we could not find a bench.

"Mother's feet are healed?" asked Irga staring at my feet covered in socks as well as pansus shoes.

"Alhamdulillah, that's it."

"Good, deh. So, ntar we can chase again the same goose."

"Haha, yuk, ma'am. It's coming in the bus." I nodded, Irga got on the bus first. I gave up a little with the other passengers.

It turned out that my body was pushed back, "Mak!" irga shouted when she saw my body was out of balance. However, to help could not be due to the entrance was filled with passengers.

Bughhhh

Degg

Someone caught my body making our gaze meet, his hand held my back so as not to fall onto the pavement.

I looked into his eyes as well as his face, 'Handsome, ' my inner self looked at the man wearing glasses as well as the all-black shirt.

"Mom!" irga exclaimed which made me and him aware. He straightened my body so as not to fall, I began to blink my eyes and stabilize my heartbeat.

"Ma-thank you, yes, sister," I said stammering and tidying up the clothes. He simply replied with a nod and left just like that.

"But, basic! Instead of answering equally or what cake. It's just quiet!" I was annoyed to look at his back which was getting further away.

'Gue pull again my words that make you handsome!' my mind grumbles.

Ag ...!

The sound of the bus horn made me and Irga aghastly stare towards the bus driver, "So ride what aren't you? Go on, here!"

"Patience sir!" ketusku and up the stairs of the bus, "tomorrow make the door as big as the door of the mall sir! Let people not fall!" my advice when I go through it.

Inevitably we had to stand by holding on, no more empty benches. Normally, me and Irga would get a bench.

Because it is too crowded and there was an event earlier, it will not be found. But, it's okay at least I'm young.

Still strong to stand, I saw a grandmother standing. No one wanted to give his stool to the grandmother.

I could only shake my head, before long we had reached the destination, "Other times, arrange for the person sitting Sir! Don't be young to share!" ketusku while scanning the card.

Irga was just staring at the seat, she understood now what I meant by getting off the bus.

"Bak why are you so angry, dah? Still PMS?" tanya Irga walks beside me.

"No, it's just human sprains that don't care the same around. Cake, do not have compassion with others," said I explained the contents of the heart that sprained.

"Yes, we can't make that guy's head fill the same. Maybe, Mbak can leave the bench to others while he can not with the lure he'll pay."

"That's why, nowadays people are rare to have good atituted, always good looking to be achieved."

"Hmm .. That's it, Ma'am."

"Yaudah, I first entered Ga."

"OK, Mommy. Later, go to the cafeteria together, won't you?" asked Irga standing in front of me. I stood in the doorway of the teacher's office.

"Can, deh. Anyway, Mama didn't make provisions."

"Tumben, why?"

"You go about it."

"Oh, yaudah Ma'am. Irga first, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

I breathe slowly and sit on the bench that I have patted, afraid if there is dust or other that will even be sticky on my dress.

Yeah, I'm wearing a mustard shirt with a black rectangular veil.

I took a textbook for Irga's class, and I read a note that I'm going to put out with a focus on the material.

Teachers one by one came, "Got understand deh Buk Tuti, the children somehow more and more stubborn. Yesterday, I was bullied by snakes. At most, he'll come to pry with the sentence he's just kidding." The story of the two teachers who had just entered came to my attention.

I didn't look directly at the teacher or ask, I just let them talk with their hands that kept writing on the little note.

'Which one, yes, his son?' my mind asked about the figure of the ignorant child.