Longsuffering

I Like Children

You'll never understand

because of your question mark

rifle-tipped

-Wita

Jakarta, Vishnu-Burhan-Wita

Vishnu POV

Burhan's request a month ago I can't refuse. There was too much good he had given me to be able to repay me with such a simple thing right now. There was just that idea, I was listed in the Special Guest session with my friend Lastri who was actually an artist. I am not a personage who can be well known by those who are involved in the world of education. I'm just an architect who happens to teach at the capital's top university that my sultan's best friend, Burhan, has.

“Colah Wis.. You can be an inspiring figure who will give them an injection of motivation in teaching”, Burhan said the other day. Then, today I was in the magnificent Hotel building of Jakarta city. I stayed at this hotel to prepare everything. Burhan asked me to get together first for the reason of the event briefing. I know very well the act, most also ngundang briefing reason meeting kangen. Come on Burhan, we haven't met in 3 months, because ever since his favorite teacher, Adhis, who I didn't want to say his name, it explains how bad I was as a father, I decided to stop being one of the lecturers at Burhan's college. True said Teh Rumi, maybe I was too busy thinking about myself to forget the precious presence of Adhis.

The director of the International Association of The Children’s Education and Learning Centre spent my evening. Until my sleep ration was disturbed. Briefings that take the longest time of your life. Until today I had to enjoy breakfast at an unusual hour, after the dawn prayer I decided to go to sleep again because the eyes could not be conditioned, Burhan really!.

Spending a simple breakfast in the restaurant area of this hotel provides more freshness. After my enhanced sleeping ration in room 86 and the worm ration in my stomach I tuned up I began to step my foot into the elevator to the convention hall area of this hotel. The 10th floor is my goal.

I opened a notification on my phone while I was in an empty elevator room. “Wis, sneak up! Your session starts again”. Burhan, I never thought that his disheveled and disheveled personality had now turned into a mature and responsible figure. Time can change everything like in the blink of an eye. And. I could not believe, in the blink of an eye I also saw the figure of a woman so beautiful and sweet in front of me. Wita continued to look at me without a word, until I felt annoyed at her. Please Wita, don't look at me like that if you don't want me to be a grabber of someone's wife. ****!!

“So come in?”, I decided to ask him who is still hanging. He immediately shuffled into the elevator with a trembling body. He turned back and did not press any buttons in front of him. I got to step a little forward and to align with his body, “floor?”.

Shrinesee her left hand squeezing the skirt she was wearing. But my curiosity arose when I saw a sewing scar on the back of his left hand. What happened, had Wita now turned into a super-sharp woman to make herself hurt like this? After cooking, babysitting or an accident? Or.. her husband committed violent acts?. Hey. hey Vishnu, stop!!! What are you thinking?.

When my shadow was corrupting and smudging my mind, Lastri came to enter the elevator. “Lastri, a close friend of Vishnu”, I was a little surprised to hear Lastri's statement. A close friend?, what does that mean. Right to say I was his friend, but it's hard to say that I was close to him. In fact, I can make sure I get closer to Lala when I go to college first. He almost called me a friend who always asked me to do chores. Unlike Lastri who was then blatantly declaring her love for me. I had to keep dodging and get away from the coordinates, even to this point.

I looked at Wita's face that was starting to stiffen, she looked pale and trembling. Come to think of it, Wita has always been that way when she met and confronted me since my sickening breakup with her. Perhaps his guilt and regret had become the ghosts that followed his life, yes, a price he needed to pay for the torture he had made for me.

I saw him running when the elevator door opened. We were both heading towards the same destination, but he was in a tatters without permission to the committee table and immediately entered the room. Ah. it turns out that he became a participant in today's class. Just wait for Wita, I have the best shotgun to aim the honor bullet that will hit you today.

The convention hall area of the hotel is currently my home. Burhan gave a funny and entertaining introduction. “Welcome to the young and talented architect Mr. Vishnu Permana. An inspiring figure that will reveal the life experience of the story from zero to hero. His great motivation has made him the best graduate in ETH Zurich, Swiss Federal Institute of Technology. Bring it to the peak of success which also has consequences in the field of education. Initially, he was also involved in the development of this association program. But his pay as an architect was more promising so he decided to come out”. The sound of laughter boomed from the participants of this class.

“I invited him today is actually not very important for him to attend. What makes it important is that he is a friend of the artist that my father and mother saw here. Thanks to his help I was able to invite the famous artist mba Lastri who he said was busy schedule was present in the middle of kita”, the laughter of the participants back I heard. Burhan, he always has. Not that I was angry I laughed.

“but I assure you, there will be many useful things that you will hear from him, my friend who has always been my role model, Vishnu Permana”, and others, this time a loud applause echoed in this room. Burhan is too much in my opinion. I told a lot in front of the participants. My long history in the world of architecture. Started to develop ideals, began to be in the capital and tell my stories about the teachers who became role models for me.

Every now and then my heart beats fast if I don't just set my breath while talking. Wita is like a jury that adds many times to my work. Although my eyes were not fixed on him, but the corner of this eye scanned him who was endlessly staring at me. Until I arrived at a sentence that suddenly made him bow for some reason. “Until I finally decided to take a post-graduate program in Switzerland, to make new ideals, remove old ideals. There is always a purpose when we step up. Like my mom and dad decided to be a teacher. What is your purpose, what is your reason?. Ask one of the participants here. What was the reason you chose to be a teacher?. Mother in a pink hood? The glasses.., what is your reason for being a teacher?”.

I pointed my eyes at one point and my steps approached the position of Wita who was sitting and looked down at the book he was holding. He seemed to ignore my presence, maybe he did not hear my question that I was going to follow up with other questions to make our game a series. Until the voice of the host broke his dream by asking “ibu who is from the city of Bandung, what is the reason you chose to become a teacher?”.

“because at Gemintang Dew school there is a vacancy”, the answer really makes all participants in this magnificent room laugh. What concentration does Wita have?. I even shook my head at his answer. As if not satisfied with my remaining hatred, I asked the same question, “what is the reason you became a teacher bu Dewita Maharani?”.

He then looked at me with teary eyes, with eyes he answered “because I like children.., Mr. Vishnu!”