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I sat on the bench and opened the book, looking for what I wanted to give her a test.

"For what?" I looked at Arhan who was standing in front of me.

"Make mother." He gave two loaves of bread in his hand and there was also bread that was eaten and still wrapped neatly.

"Sit down if you eat it Arhan."

"Hm." He immediately sat in front of me with his legs raised one to a chair.

"Ehem!" dehemku and in his eyes, "his feet, this is not a coffee shop."

"Ck, it's so complicated, anyway!" he lowered his leg back.

"Yes, yes dong. In this world is complicated by rules, if you want no rules of living in the forest dong."

I open the bread from Arhan, I stare at my bite marks, "Why?" asked Arhan who saw me.

"No, good bread."

"Ohh ...."

"Are you done with your stomach?"

"Udah."

"Now, work." I handed him my notebook, not wanting to tell him to pick up the book. It's just, I'm afraid he won't come back here again.

"Not much, Buk?" his weakness was staring at me.

"That's still a little Arhan, your friends more than they've been working on."

He picked up the pen and started staring at his task, I saw the way he did the task with focus.

Every now and then my voice comes out to help her, there's no way I'll just let her do it.

"Yana Hill!" call someone in the doorway and make me too Arhan turn his head in that direction.

"What's the Ga? Come in here," I ordered and he came closer.

"To the cafeteria, yuk!" he smiled at me as if he did not see Arhan in front of me now who is focused on learning.

"Are you blind?" asked Arhan and was immediately seen by Irga.

"No, why?"

"You should have seen that Buk Yana was teaching me right here."

"But he's not your private teacher. So, time to rest, yeah, he should rest too dong."

"Ck," Arhan's cynical laughter threw the pen violently onto the table.

"That's over!" my lanera held Arhan's hand as her body wanted to stand against Irga. I stood up as fast as I could so there would be no fighting.

"Ga .. I want to teach Arhan, yes. You take a break, eat to the canteen with your friends," I refused gently.

"Judah if that's Buk Yana, Irga first, yes." Nodding his head quickly, he immediately walked out of the room.

After his back was no longer visible, I took a slow breath. The teacher's room is just me, where are all the teachers?

I sat back and looked at the book that was with Arhan now in front of my stool.

"Udah finished?" I stared at all the tasks that were answered.

"It's Buk."

"Well .. don't mind, yeah, I checked." I focused on seeing the answers to what I was giving.

"Why is there only my own mother here? Which other teacher?"

"Not knowing either."

"It's usually like this when it's a break?"

I turned to look at Arhan and shook my head, "Am I like a monster?" asked Arhan with a hint of laughter. But I'm sure it wasn't a happy laugh.

"Yes, because of me they're not in this room. They're afraid that I'm going to punish or do something troublemaking."

"Hmm .. can't be negative thinking about someone, especially with someone older than you. Also, don't use their word. But, teachers."

"Ck, lebay!" throw your face to the side.

"Eh, what did I miss?" ask me a voice I know clearly who it is.

He brought two bowls with a canteen tray, "Nih to Ibu Yana, let the spirit teach her more," said Irga put the bowl in front of me.

He immediately grabbed the bench from the empty teacher's desk, "Where is Buk Yana? How quiet is the teacher's room?" ask Irda and sit down near me.

I opened my eyes to see their behavior, there was something very absurd they did.

"Ck, aren't there any benches in the cafeteria? You don't see if this table is too small?" asked Arhan with a cynical look.

"Well, if you know this table is small. Tomorrow, tell your Papa to change all the tables so big," Irga answered without sin by sipping her chicken noodles.

"Udah, don't fight," I said so as not to have more debate, "Arhan, at number two you're wrong how to make the answer wrong." I pointed towards the notebook he answered.

Dayana explained her correct answer carefully, Arhan stared at the explanation and occasionally nodded in understanding.

"Can?" tanya Dayana felt like she had explained as much detail as possible.

"Can Buk, but, Ibuk ate first. I also want to eat, besides my job is one of only one 'right the answer?"

I nodded with a friendly smile, "Yes, just one, really."

"Eh, Anto!" call Arhan when someone passes by from the front of the teacher's room.

"Yes, what's wrong?" I asked him who was still outside the room.

"Here!" his orders.

"Why?" asked Anto who was already beside Irga and Arhan.

"Buy two empty noodles, one do not use soy sauce and not spicy one spicy. Two cold sweet teas, more for you," Arhan orders by taking red money out of his pocket.

"Wisss ... steady, here! Okay, hold Arhan!" happy Anto out of the room.

Dayana who was tidying up her table to fit a bowl of chicken meatball noodles is finally eating the Irga.

"Well, why are you still here? Kan, your special class is already running!" reprimand Irga who saw Arhan staring at Dayana.

"There is no prohibition that students should not be in the teacher's room."

"Yaudah if so, choose another bench only in sono a lot of empty!"

"Like it, what do you bother?"

"I don't bother, either."

"Well, can you just shut up? Don't make a fuss, the two ten people's cakes will be because of your voice."

Finally, they don't want to be silent. Shortly after, Anto came up with a tray as well and gave the two bowls to Arhan.

Anto who felt his task had been completed immediately left, "Eh, what the hell?" dayana asked in shock when one bowl Arhan gave to her even though this bowl was not finished.

"If Irga gives mommy a hand, so, I hope to give my mom the same treatment."

"But the bread from you I ate. There's a rest I even put in the bag."

"Yaudah, put the bag in as well. Let me know if I'm more special for getting in Mom's bag."

"Udah, deh, quick eat. You'll be in for the next lesson. For you Arhan, don't skip and sleep in class. It should be inside and don't make a fuss, yes," I said.

"Hanging the Buk."

"Depends what?"

"If the teacher is good, yes, the student will also be good. If the teacher is evil, yes, the student will also be evil. The teacher is imitated by the student he teaches."