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Victim

The sound of the bell in class echoed, I tidied up the books and did not forget to bring the note earlier as well. Walk towards the class by occasionally passing with the students.

"Assalamualaikum," my greeting went into the classroom and smiled kindly at them.

"Waalaikumsalam," they answered in unison.

"Stand up!" the class leader's orders and this time I'm also standing next to my desk.

"Give me greetings!"

"Good morning, Mom!"

"August, everyone. Please sit down," my orders and the sound of the bench and the table are mutually assured.

I began to focus on explaining the material today, firmly and also occasionally throwing questions with them.

Do not want to be too stiff, sometimes the sound of laughter echoed to the outside of the room so that there is no impression of stress in learning.

Not still teaching in Irga class actually, I will today enter 3 classes only. Two more, I don't know how his student's son will accept me.

"Okay, no more questions?" ask me to see the clock that will change lessons.

"She, Buk!"

"Yes, what?" tanyaku seriously.

"How to get Mom, how?" tanyakanya.

"Huu ...!" the other students cheered towards them. I laughed to see him who was upset by his friends.

"That's it, okay, good afternoon everyone. Happy studying in the next subject, yeah."

"Yes, Buk!"

I went out and looked for the next room, looking at the front pamphlet of their class was my ninja path.

When I stopped at one of the classes, all the students in it stared at me as if there was no chauffeur.

'So instead of asking what is Buk? Or what cake, this is even silent and staring at me their age!' my inner self and began to step into a class that was not at all welcome like Irga's class.

I pulled the bench inside the table, suddenly there was a toy snake like him on the bench. I was not surprised at all, 'It seems that here the ignorant disciple, ' My inner gaze is on those who are busy with their respective activities.

Some are; sleeping, joking, talking to my countrymen and some are busy with their luggage.

"Ehem!" I hit the book on the table. They finally looked at me as if they did not show any fear at all.

"Who's this?" ask me in a slow tone. Can't if immediately angry, they might even be more ignorant to me later.

One of the schoolgirls who was thinking her nails pointed towards the sleeping student, resting on her hand, "Tuh, Arhan Buk."

I walked towards the child, it seemed like this class could not if it was too softened. I wrapped the snake around the man's neck and faced the caterpillar's head before his face.

After I felt fit, I hit the table with the textbook I was teaching, "Ehem!" dehemku let him get distracted.

His eyes blinked slowly, suddenly "Waaa .. snake!" he shouted while standing up and threw the snake from his neck.

All the disciples laughed at his behavior, while I? It's chest tight, nothing funny to me.

"Mother what the fuck, anyway?" ask her with an emotional face. I'm gnawing.

"Huh? I'm the one you said anything to?" I just pointed to myself.

"Well, why even put a ginian on me. If I was wondering, how?" ask her with a voice that rises an octave.

"So, if I'm the one who's why, how? If the other teacher is why, how? Keep your tone with your teacher, not everyone you can match!" I insist in a loud voice. Not that I was angry, just adjusting to the tone.

"Mom to be distinguished? Age is just a number, Mom! Don't be pretentious to be respected, you're also paid by my father! Don't talk much."

"Oh, huh? How many billion dads can you afford to pay me? If your father can afford teachers why not be able to educate your style of speech, huh? This school, it has its own rules even though it has even your Grandpa! If you're here follow the rules here!" snapped at me and looked towards all the students who were fixated.

He wanted to open his voice again, "If you are not happy with the way I speak, report! Tell your father to finish my work here immediately! No problem, report it! After all, I'm out of here not to be a bum let alone not have a job! I still have my job waiting for me!"

My breath was stirring, even some students could be seen stopping by the doorway looking towards this class.

Perhaps, they were astonished that once this class there was an angry teacher's voice. Because of the info I got that no more teachers would want to roar.

If any teacher came in, he immediately explained and gave the task. If next week someone collects the task he accepts.

If not, no problem for him. But, isn't that the same as eating a blind paycheck? I don't want that to happen.

Arhan left by throwing the toy snakes first and walked out nudging my shoulders. There is no respect!

After I saw that his back was no longer there, I looked at all the disciples, "Anyone else wants to go outside? Sok, please! Report to the principal so I can be dismissed from here!"

Everyone shut up, staring at each other's desks, "I don't want one thing on your desk except a study tool! Make up somewhere else!"

Walking back to the front desk, I breathed and didn't forget to take a bite. Just this time I have to be angry in the world of work. Even in the office I was never angry with anyone.

However, it feels like I have something stuck. I still have to apologize to Arhan earlier for making him shocked.

"Good, everybody. Focus and open the textbook." Furthermore, the class went on quietly and only a few people enthusiastically answered my question.

The first break bell rang, I got out of this class and passed the teacher who was also just out of the side class.

"What's up, Buk?" the teacher looked at me.

"Why Buk?"

"Hehe, just now, Mom's voice whizzed all the way to my class."

"Hmm .. that, Buk ...."

"Aghan?" the teacher cut my words.

I nodded weakly, "His mother has no Buk, his father owns the school and his stepmother is a doctor. He had a half-brother who used to go to school here too, but, several times his half-brother he made us cry was also hurt."

I fell silent, increasingly feeling guilty, "Usually when the break is where is he, huh, Buk?" my question was to stare focused towards the teacher who seemed to know a lot about Arhan.

"The school's backyard isn't, yes, a rooftop."

"Oh, thanks Buk. Excuse me first, yeah, if that's it."

I walked quickly to where the teacher meant, I did not want to until the boy decided to end his life like in the movies.