
" Thank you Miss Liza," Mother Nesya told me.
" Yes Mother, you're welcome. Nesya's drug," Waving my hand to Nesya.
He was very kind to us as Nesya's teacher.
****
We introduce yes, who the hell is Mother Elin this😊
She is a Nualaf, Mother Nesya veiled woman. Her name is Mother Elin, she is a Muslim Shirt businessman, Cake, pulse counter, drinking water refill, has a Kos house that is rented to students.
This is where the story begins...
Okay we continue...
****
This is where the story begins, maybe you will think wrongly of me.
Every day, I do activities. I never get tired of my activities.
Today is my picket schedule at school, I have to come to school early in the morning.
" Thank God, it's here."
" Mrs Liza." Someone called me screaming.
I also looked at the source of the voice. It was Nesya who called me.
He ran while hugging me, I didn't pay any more attention to who he was being ushered in.
" Hmmm," Deheman's voice was heard by me.
I raised my head because I saw this man for the first time.
" God, all of Your creation, O Allah," I murmured in my heart.
" Mrs Liza, this is Om Nesya."
" Oh, let's salim dear Om."
Nesya also crucified her Om.
" Ol get Nesya?"
" Okay" answered Nesya.
Nesya was very happy to be in my arms.
" Mrs Liza, I'll go back to Nesya's house." Whinek Nesya with me.
" Okay, but Nesya got picked up by Om."
" Mrs Liza, come along later."
I didn't expect this kid to take me in a car with his Om. I feel like I want to run away, I'm the kind of girl who is easily amazed by people, what is this feeling? Just first meet, it tastes sour sweet like Nano-nano.
" Okay Om."
I was invited by Nesya to his house.
" Mother Assalamu'alaikum."
" Wa'alaikumussalam darling!"
" Mother, today Nesya take Miss Liza."
" Come on Miss Liza, let's sit down first."
I followed Mother Elin in the back.
He let me sit down and let me drink and taste his cake.
" Sister, I'm eating here today, right?" Said Om Nesya.
" Okay, but what about your wife?"
" I've asked her for permission."
I was shocked to hear that I was married, I admired the wrong person. I must dispel this admiration.
I want to feel like I came home from Nesya's house, but I can't because Nesya still invites me to play.
The time is running, I lyric wall clock turned out at 2 pm. I have to go back to school to get my bike. I say goodbye to Mother Elin, as in the beginning Om Nesya returned to deliver me.
I didn't make any noise in the car, silence was created between us. At that time Om Nesya started the conversation.
" Oh yes, whose name is Teacher?"
" My name is Liza Maryam, just call me Liza."
" Beautiful name Bu Guru, my name is Reza Dirgantara Wijaya. Om Nesya the sister of Mother Nesya."
The car stopped in front of the school fence, I thanked him very much.
First of all, why am I so impressed with him so easily. I can't believe this? I want to run away from this life. But we have to live it.
******
Dretta, dretta,....
Sound notification whatsapp message, I immediately took my HP and see who the sender is.
I was shocked after reading the message😱
.
.
.