Lord, Accept My Repentance
Attempt to Trick
*Is there a teacher? One of them is to respect the rights of teachers. Not among our class, people who do not respect the elderly, do not love the young, and do not understand our clerical rights.” (CHR. Al-Bazzar 2718, Ahmad 5/323, Al-Bazzar's lafadz. Set aside by al-Albani in Shohih Targhib 1/117) Also, humble yourself before the teacher, "Let a disciple know that his inferiority to a teacher is glory, and his submission is pride.” (Tadzkirah Sami’ p. 88*)
At 6 o'clock 30 minutes finally I just came down from the room with a backpack that was already on the back.
Towards the dining table in the kitchen and there was only me alone there, before long the private driver who always drove to school came with a small run.
"Non, after school. We went to the religious court, yes, told the madam," the private driver told me.
"Hmm" I put the chocolate barley bread in my mouth. Drink white milk that will always be prepared in the morning.
I went to walk towards the car that was definitely in front of the car terrace, Mr. driver walked in front of me so that later he could open the car door.
Never told them to do this. However, they said that this was an order from Mother.
"Will there be a brother there?" I broke the silence in the car to my school.
"Yes, Non. There will be Mr. Gilang there later," replied the driver as he glanced at my face from the rearview mirror.
"Why don't you mat* that guy," I muttered that I didn't like him at all even though he was my only real brother.
I was only born with two brothers and one chose to live in a rented house with his friends.
He never admitted I'm his sister, I don't know why even to just rebuke if we never.
As if such a high barrier made our distance very far, I never intended to start talking to him either.
In fact, our cell phone numbers and social media friends are not. Really ... somehow the definition of the family.
I didn't know it at all because my family alone didn't deserve the title, 'family'
"Nazwa Nabila!" shouted the familiar voice of the woman in my ear. I immediately turned around and raised one of my eyebrows.
"To my room now!" his orders with a fierce face. I'm not afraid of their faces anymore.
In fact, when I saw the face of wrath and anger Mom and Dad alone I was no longer afraid.
"What's Buk?" ask me to look at him sitting up while propping up his chin.
"Didn't you see a bench in front of me? Why don't you sit down?" I finally sat in front of the headmaster.
It is no longer BK or teachers who handle my problems, but it has reached the hands of the principal who is indeed a woman in this school.
"You're second grade Nazwa, do you want to stay in class? Why is your grade ruined in all the lessons, none of them are good. Why are you skipping every hour of class!"
"They say that if I don't like them, it's better to go out when their subjects are Buk" I answered honestly looking at his flat face.
"Why don't you like all the teachers?" ask her this time while raising one eyebrow as if so curious as to why.
"Because of their words, is it appropriate for a teacher to have such a speech? Supposedly, he said better instead of telling students who didn't like him to leave the class."
The headmaster in front of me seemed confused by what I said, did he not understand what I meant?
"Already!" he asserted while dispelling the thoughts in his brain like, "Mommy does not want to know, from now on you have to be diligent in any teacher's class! No more skipping or you're not going to class!"
"Okay, ma'am," I said quickly.
"Serious mother Nazwa! You don't do it, but the ending will still be truant!"
"Yes, I don't promise but I will try to keep the Buk."
"Huftt .. This is all for your good Nazwa!" Breathing heavily from the headmaster's lips, he turned his gaze and stared in the other direction.
I confirmed the strap of my backpack that I thought was a little sagging, "Well, no one want me to tell you?" I'm starting to get tired and tired.
"Yes, already. That's it, remember my word!"
Get up and look up at the headmaster before I get out of here, "If you're not strong with a student like me, make a stop for me Buk. No need to care about my mother's help in this school, I will not concern the link between it. Excuse me, Buk!" leave and leave this room.
My mood was instantly destroyed, so early this morning there was already a problem that alternated coming. I don't know, I'm really fed up.
'Oh, yeah, who took me home last night from barr, huh?' my mind with a confused eyebrow.
Walking towards my classroom, along the corridor several pairs of eyes looked at me but I ignored them.
It's nothing new to me like this, there's no problem either. People will always see us, right? Because they have eyes.
Get into class and throw the bag roughly on the table, tidying up a little veil that has somehow shaped this.
Whenever there is a hair rajia for a woman, I will always be punished because of my colored hair that is always visible.
Whatever punishment is in this school I have felt, I have, not want me to be like this but because I don't know how else to make Mom and Dad and my brother care about me.
"The nazwa!" squealing my new girlfriend came with a chat.
Not at all did my net move from the flat object that I was now staring at.
"Sorry, Nazwa. We couldn't help you last night, because we weren't getting the same friends anymore" said one of my friends who made me look up.
"Good, there's no point in being friends with me!" I stared coldly at him.
Either out of fear of this look of mine, they ended up going from the table that was at the front to their own table.
When going out of class with a backpack on the back, the sound of a sign that the ceremony will begin is heard.
"Nazwa! Line and don't run away let alone intend to skip!" assertive teacher BK who found me when he was about to go out.
"Alright sir," I answered lazily and put back the backpack.
Scroll a glance towards my former friend, they looked down and felt afraid of this gaze of mine.
In fact, I never hit let alone do rude things to them. Why are they so scared of me?
