Lightly Longing

'former'

Notification of incoming messages in my gawaiku. Immediately I reached into the pocket of brown-colored official clothes that had been attached to my body.

I opened the blue app, Tama sent it. There were not many words he wrote there, just saying good morning accompanied by a heart-shaped sticker.

I ignored the message, even though I actually liked it in my heart. It was a small form of attention that could even be spelled out trivial, but that thing I never got from Satria.

As usual, this morning I prepared everything I needed before I left for work. A set of uniforms I had ironed neatly and put it on the mattress as he just got up to the bathroom. In fact, socks and*********** are already arranged there.

Get out of the bathroom, sweet tea, along with lunch and breakfast, all ready at the dinner table. Before I finally got ready to go with him. His shoes have also been restored, he just wears it.

That's my routine every morning. In the past, before marriage promised themselves to serve the husband and do their best. Hope, a beautiful wedding trip to old. Who wouldn't want that? However, when reality did not match what was imagined, there was a sense of disappointment imprinted in my heart.

"Morning, ma'am," said my passing disciple, I returned a warm smile as I walked towards the gate. Now I am in the teacher room. Prepare the lesson materials today.

Again, the message from Tama coming in was encouraging. This time, I returned it. "Thank you, good work."

The bell has rung, the black high heels formal I kicked in the corridors of a fairly large private school in this city. Stepping forward definitely starts the lesson.

"Okay, now we continue the lesson last night. I'll explain an example."

"Good, Mom."

"If to make 6 pieces of cake it takes 18 ounces of refined sugar, then to make 9 pieces of cake it takes how many ounces of refined sugar?

Answer:

p1 \= 6 pieces

q1 \= 18 ounces

p2 \= 9 pieces

q2 \= ...

Then:

p1/q1 \= p2/q2

6/18 \= 9/q2

6q2 \= 18 x 9

q2 \= 162/6 \= 27 ounces." I paused after explaining, seeing the response of the disciples. Yes, as in other high school classes, only the third-rowed student from the front listens, after which the line is indifferent.

"Anyone here wants to be asked?"

"No, Mom." They compactly answer.

"Please work on it under it, yeah."

"Good, Mom."

I landed my butt on the teacher's desk in light brown while dancing pens filling my students' absences. Glancing at them at a glance, there are those who are playing with my countrymen. Some are in focus, some are busy with devices.

I stepped in after being ready with my record that I should report to the principal. Walk at each table with your hands behind your waist.

Caught a netra girl with a red ribbon typing a cell phone in a drawer while stealing glances at me. I pretended not to see him, because still once he retaliated. It could be an important message from her parents.

Again, the girl reached into the drawer and pulled her flat object. After his fingers danced there, he was seen smiling happily.

"Beautiful, please solve the number two problem on the board, yes."

He jumped in shock, turned his head towards me for a while then got up with a puzzled face. This girl didn't listen to anything I said earlier. Busy with his phone.

He was already standing in front of the whiteboard, picking up the marker. His hand moved writing the numbers there. The clock kept moving, the seconds had changed to minutes. However, Indah still faithfully stood up without solving the problem.

"Sorry, Mom. I can't?"

"Okay, back to your seat. Your phone gave me."

Her face grunted, Lovely put down the marker and went back to her desk. After that bring me the latest phone. He seemed hesitant to give it. I put my hand on him.

"Here, Lovely."

"But, Mum?"

"I've tolerated your love of opportunity to answer that question, but you can't. Don't mistake me."

He slammed his phone into my hand. Then turned around with a slight flick of her hair that tied one. Visible from the skin is also the clothes he wears, he is from a pretty decent family. The proof, the phone I have now costs more than three million.

My lesson hour was over, Beautiful approached me who was still on the doorstep with several other students.

"Mom" he said whining, "don't confiscate my HP, Mom."

"Beautiful, I have to be fair to everyone. Time off to meet me."

"Well, ma'am," he said.

My teaching schedule is over, I am waiting for lunch. However, I am still faithfully at school to work on the materials tomorrow. The sound of the break bell rang, it was true that Beautiful had come to fulfill my request earlier.

He knocked on the door, I glanced at him and invited him in. Beautifully standing on my left side, I'm still writing material for tomorrow.

"Mom, may I have my phone."

"Sit down, lovely. I'll be done soon."

"But, Mum. The break is only fifteen minutes."

"I'll be done in five minutes" I glanced at him who was now facing me. Restless, that's what it looks like from a beautiful attitude. Both of her friends seemed to be elbowing Beautiful's arms.

"Ndah, spit. I'm laper, here."

I took out the bread from the bag without stopping my activities.

"Eat, I'll be ready soon."

"No, Mom."

"okay."

The ringing of my phone rang, I picked up the flat object looking at the name listed. Clear, Tama. Satria would never call if it wasn't important or was already waiting in front.

Ignored him. Text message sent Tama.

"Want lunch?"

"I'm healed, so don't ever say hello to me again. Even if it's just communication, I don't want it anymore. And everything about yesterday, let's just say it never happened. And be happy with your chosen one" I said at length.

The three girls in front of me looked at each other. It was like they were dictating to me. In fact, I don't speak. Just sending a message. I don't know if one of them had a glance at the phone screen.

Obviously indeed, the name of the Tama contact I wrote 'Ex', I reached into the left pocket and handed the phone Beautiful.

The three of them came out in whispers, occasionally looking back. Looking towards me.

I exhaled a rough breath. It doesn't feel good to be suspected by the students themselves. My mouth was bulging, blowing towards the bangs.

"I have not sinned!" lirihku huddled to myself.

"Hayo, Mum. Whose sins are you?"