Lightly Longing

Less Teaching!

I looked at the origin of the voice. This woman in black with a red headscarf stood beside me carrying a few books in her grasp.

"It's nothing, Mom."

"But what's your red face, anyway? I think I've been caught cheating again" he said with a laugh.

"Bu Afifah can do it, anyway. Anyway, if I cheat masa' say-say Mom?" my dream is to return a joke. Actually my heart was racing fast.

Ms. Afifah was sitting across the table, she looked so excited about telling her about the children who were making trouble.

"However, Mom. Children today are different from us."

"The year is different, too, Mom. The current era is millennials. We were millennials."

"Yes, in my class it's nice to make a fuss. There are just his behavior, I'm angry it's just a plumbing material."

"It's our job, ma'am. Be ready to know them."

My phone rang in someone's call, I glanced at the screen. Tama, he was unceasingly disturbing. I took a moment out, then swept the screen.

"What's up, Tama? Isn't it clear my message?"

"Ananta, I just want to see you again. I'll be home from work in the usual place we used to be, yeah."

"Please, Tama. Help me!"

"Hey, Ananta. I won't do a macem with you. Anyway, meet at rame's. Want to buy you a meal."

I took a deep breath, actually lazy. But this must end before Tama goes further and further.

"Meet at three, yeah. Bye."

The call ended without giving an answer. Satria came home from work after seven in the evening. Sometimes he takes overtime.

I entered by stroking my forehead, confused as to how.

"Mother's sick?" Ms. Afifah reacted after I sat in front of her.

"A little dizzy, Mom."

"Don't you, cravings?" I put the eyebrows together, the menstrual schedule is still normal and not over time.

"Ah, no ma'am. Just a migraine, usual."

The bell rang, we continued teaching. This time in the class that Bu Afifah was talking about. The room is on the second floor.

Still stepping up the stairs, Nice nudged my shoulder. The books I brought were scattered. However, this white boy did not look over. It went on, different from the situation at the time we were in school.

In the past, if there were teachers passing by we always respected him. Unlike now, children lose morals and manners. If beaten or yelled at, parents actually contribute to damage the principle of politeness.

The teacher becomes the accused instead of the victim who should be protected. Sometimes we like to be confused with the state of law that we are living in Indonesia. Since the time of the Bahelak, the law has always been blunt upwards. However, sharp down.

The stiff-headed man crouched down in front of me. He helped me quote my books.

"I can do it myself, sir."

We stood together after finishing with the charging scene. Some books were on him, he thrust them on me.

"It's okay, Mom. I also passed by."

"Sir Arbi doesn't have to bother that."

"Yes, I understand the father who teaches biology," I replied as he chuckled while scratching his head.

Indeed, our goal is the same. Just limit the walls. Mr. Arbi teaches the next class.

"Come, Mom. We've been waiting for the kids."

"Yes, sir."

I went into class and started teaching. Same material I taught you earlier. After explaining and giving assignments, I did the same activity while teaching.

Mr. Arbi, a man who quite caught the attention of the schoolgirls here. Moreover, his status is still bachelor, high-statured to be a plus in him. Not to mention, children are now idolizing boy bands from ginseng country. Maybe in their eyes, Mr. Arbi this is Choi Siwon.

The bell rang, indicating the school was over. Yes, it's past noon. At exactly 13.15 WIB. I stepped out first, still in the doorway. These teenage girls are already swarming side by side with Mr. Arbi.

Mr. Arbi smiled, nodded softly to greet me then stepped down. Beautiful was no exception, she stared cynically at me. It might not be nice if their idol teacher greets a colleague.

"Don't Miss Ananta chat with Mr. Arbi again, Ndah," Sheila whispered as she moved the fan in front of her neck. I just shook my head weakly and passed away leaving the three of them.

I who was wearing a sling bag directly walked towards the school gate. Waiting for public transportation or online taxi. My cup is ringing back. I turned the lazy eyeball looking at the name listed.

Ignored, obviously. Lazy to answer. There's nothing more I need to tell him. The past, shouldn't it pass?

Again, Tama is like terrorizing. Maybe I'd better just meet for the last time. Fighting is quite strange with the mind, afraid of the status I see.

I booked an ojek online to meet Tama. As per the place mentioned earlier and it was one of the objects when we were dating first. Restaurant with lesehan place.

Tama was seen sitting cross-legged there. I took a deep breath and approached him.

"Yes."

Tama's eyes lit up, a wide smile arch painted on her face. I looked at him flat.

"Sit, Ta."

I hesitated to land my ass there. Tama got up and immediately hugged me, I was silent.

"Your name, peeling!" my words are full of emphasis.

"No, Ta. I've long missed you."

"You're not sane!" I said that pushed his body away. Then get out of there. My hand was held by Tama, I turned to look at her.

As fast as lightning he pulled my body, and kissed my lips. Suddenly I glared at her action. How could he do this in a public place, not to mention I am an educator.

I let go of the rough kiss and directly drew the five fingers on his cheek. Tama gawking in disbelief. Dating him first, I'm not that rough. Just patting her slowly was already reprimanded by her.

"I'm not a whore you can taste anywhere!"

I took a thousand steps, leaving Tama. I shed tears because of his insolent attitude. It was my fault that I came to him. I should have realized that I was married.

I took a passing taxi, in this blue vehicle I shed tears. Close your mouth until you don't make a sound. It happened so suddenly.

The taste that once existed is no longer the same. Half-heartedly misses her and keeps her name neat. However, the other half turned around not wanting him present to tease the soul.

Moreover, our current situation is different. We should have taken care of each other by not communicating anymore. A marriage bond is not something that can be easily broken or betrayed. Tama seems to make me an outlet of boredom and loneliness.

The cell phone is constantly ringing. After this, I want to live a quiet life and not want anything to do with her.