Little Bride Alvaro
18. Mysterious Arm
Azlina's steps came to a halt right in front of Mr. Bambang's desk with the gazes of all the students fixed on her.
"What'sthis? Where's yourjob?" ask Mr. Bambang by showing Azlina's book of duty.
"Sa-yeah .. forgot, sir. Yesterday didn't go to school, so didn't know there was a job." Azlina gave an excuse.
Mr. Bambang seemed to nod as if to understand, making Azlina a little relieved. However, what Pak Bambang did next made Azlina regret for admitting her absence yesterday.
The middle-aged man flipped through the classroom attendance journal book, checking the attendance of the students yesterday. And his forehead immediately wrinkled to find what was listed inside. Azlina's name is marked with a red warma ballpoint pen with the letter Alpha attached there.
"You're ditching?" asked Mr. Bambang then with a sharp eye highlight that looked terrible.
"Sa-yeah ...." He nodded in response, unable to give a proper reason for his absence yesterday.
"Good! Take your book, then stand in front of the flagpole! Give your respects until noon!" the decree of Mr. Bambang that made Azlina agape instantly.
"Come, do!" his orders again when he saw Azlina still flinching in front of him.
"Ta-pi, Sir!"
"There's no buts. You want your accounting lessons to score zero on report?"
Azlina shakes. The accounting gap is the main lesson in the IPS class. He will not be able to pass if he gets a zero on those subjects.
"So, get on with it!"
With a lethargic look, Azlina finally nodded in agreement. He picked up the accounting book, then immediately walked out of the classroom.
...***...
"Get Azlina at her school. Mama wants you to visit Mama's boutique. Mama's booked a kebaya for your ijab qobul tomorrow!" Aunty Rani's voice heard excited across there when she contacted Alvaro by phone.
"Yes, Ma. Mama said it this morning, then via Whatapp, and now still calling too?" Alvaro shook his head at the enthusiastic attitude of his mother towards his marriage.
Alvaro could only sigh deeply to hear how happy his mother would be for her marriage to Azlina. He did not want to disappoint the woman by telling the truth that their marriage was just a charade. Ah, it is better to live first, the further problem is not marriage is a later affair. At least he can make both his parents happy who have always dreamed of their son only wayang they get the right partner.
"Yes, Ma. Just calm. Later Varo will bring the prospective mother's daughter-in-law there. Okay, Ma. Hye!" Without waiting for an answer from Mama, Alvaro ended his call.
The bad boy.
Alvaro looked at his watch which still showed it at ten in the afternoon. It only took fifteen minutes from the office to get to Azlina's school. He still had enough time to finish his work, so Alvaro did not have to rush to pick up the girl.
...***...
That afternoon looked so hot. The sun stings feel stinging to the skin. Clear threads began to pour wet the forehead and temples. Even with his body wrapped in a white uniform it feels unable to serve the punishment that has not yet finished his time.
When it was time to rest, where she used to snack on meatballs with her friends to increase the energy supply, Azlina could only stare with an envious gaze. His stomach was starving with his throat beginning to dry up. Only her best friend Lulu comes with a cake and a bottle of mineral water for Azlina.
And at this time, when the sun had begun to rise into the middle with the heat so hot that it stung the skin, Azlina's head began to feel dizzy. Mr. Bambang did not even tell him to rest, just rest his legs or also prepare himself from the sun.
The sweat washed over the body, the hot sweat turned cold with the body trembling uncontrollably. Azlina was no longer strong enough to stand. His feet were weak as well. Until when his gaze began to blur with a throbbing head, consciousness began to disappear from within him. Azlina collapsed in front of the flagpole with a burly hand holding her body.
...***...
His eyes blinked when the smell and cold taste of eucalyptus oil sniffed in his sense of smell. The consciousness that had been taken away now began to greet back. Azlina felt the pulsation in her head slightly reduced, but did not make herself improve.
As her eyes opened perfectly, she was faced with a white-painted ceiling with air conditioners that seemed lit up with digital figures showing the number twenty-one.
A touch on his head made him look. His eyes were on a handsome figure who was putting a wet towel on his forehead.
"You?" Azlina was immediately shocked by who was currently standing beside the gurney where she was lying. A person who had never imagined even if only just greeting each other, was now in front of him was taking care of himself.
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