Love Santri And School Teacher

Chapter Sixteen. Math Tasks

(POV Acrome)

once home, I immediately change clothes and clean myself.

boarding school is still a holiday at least a week ahead, so this week I still go home.

in the evening I sat at the study table preparing for tomorrow's lesson. There is no assignment yet.

again my mind was in turmoil, remembering the incident this morning, 'it felt like my heart had not yet fully discovered that reality'.

'are we jealous?' I ask myself.

I don't think my brain can concentrate on learning tonight.

as always, one way to let go of the burden of my mind is to pour your grievances on the writing.

and the most comfortable place to write is the back pages of a notebook.

I took just any book in front of me. I opened the backyard turned out to have my writing yesterday. I finally decided to write all of you on the side page.

Recurrent

the city of kupahat asa

the walls of the pesantren mosque incarnate

leaning my body in a do'a

about the harokat love I spell

do you know?

half dead you're taking my miss

when I try to accept myself

I'm gonna double again

please give it a little time

so I can build myself up

go away hopefully.

so as not to think dying misses you

o flowers in my class front desk.

then put the book in the bag and I forced myself to fall asleep immediately, it was already crowded it felt forced to obey my heart.

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(Author POV)

the next day at school. Cintya has a schedule to teach in class XII DPIB 2. after the entrance bell rang she walked to class.

"assalamualaikum, good morning to the children" he said after entering the class.

"waalaikumsalam Bu" Sahud students simultaneously.

"now open LKS page 33 huh?" his orders after taking out the books from inside his bag.

"well ma'am" replied his students.

while explaining the lesson in today's chapter.Cintya occasionally glanced at Akrom who was watching his book, but with a blank look and a dull face.

"okay, the chapter I just described you all understand?" ask her students.

"already ma'am" replied the whole compact class.

"yasah.then do the matter on page 34. will be collected before the clock is finished" the order gave the task.

"yah ma'am, have you been given a job yet ma'am?" one of the students in his class.

"do you not want to work?" Cinta dipped her eyes at the student.

"want Ma'am" he replied quietly and fearfully.

"it's good.work it out right away!" firmly Cintya.

then all the students worked in their own books.

'teet teet teet'

"ayo is out of his hours. immediately collect his duties" ordered Cintya while tidying her book into a bag.

"iya Bu is a little more" replied some of his students.

"i've stayed that way, but your value is zero" Cintya threatened.

no doubt all students immediately run around giving up their assignments even though there are some that are not finished.

"time cuddling tasks should be bluffed first?" cintya asked all the students in her class.

"heheheheh" answered some of his students while scratching his actual nape not itchy.

"thank you for today, Assalamu'alaikum" said Cintya out of class.

"iya Bu, wa'alaikumsalam" answered the entire class.

Akrom just looked at the figure of his teacher in silence. There was regret in his heart had planted a despair. until finally brittle and broken before sprouting them.

 

that afternoon there was nothing special, just the busyness of each of them undergoing duties as teachers and students at school.

until nightfall.in the room, Cintya checked the duties of her students that she gave last day.when she took the next book, she saw the name of the book owner on the cover 'Akrom Abdul Anam' murmured.

after checking the answer to Akrom's task, then put it in a pile of books that have been examined.

but accidentally Cintya's arm shifts the back cover of the book and opens.

his eyes were fixed on seeing the writing in the backyard.

he picked up the book again and found some poetry.

until the third poem.a poem "ABOUT DAWN' digested well.

a poem of disappointment, regret in a drama of love is like the breaking of a hope.

'the flower on my class' front desk' Cintya tried to find the meaning of the sentence deeply.

he saw the date of the poem was made, in his memory, seen on his mobile calendar it was the day Akrom visited Lebaran and also met Mr. Rian.

'then what does this mean? ah you don't ge-er ttya" said Cintya's heart was torn by confusion.

then he read the next poem entitled "Recurring Recurrent".he read carefully the writing that describes the disappointment that befalls repeatedly.

about an attempt to bring about disappointing circumstances.

about the flowers in front of her class

'who the hell is this?' cintya's murmuring is getting confused.

then he saw the date the writing was made.

'is this yesterday? what was yesterday?' his mind was far from remembering what events he might have known about Akrom yesterday.

'what I know is that Akrom left me and Ridho in front of his class, and what I know before seems to me like he saw me talking to Rian and when Rian took my shoulder?" Cintya thought hard about yesterday's events and related the poem in front of her.

"huh.is that flower on the front desk of that class me?" Cinta couldn't believe what was happening.

on one hand he was flowering his heart, although whether it was true or not the writing was about him, at least he felt as a flower at the front of the class.

on the other hand, he was worried that it was true.Akrom would definitely stay away from him. Because what Akrom knew was that Rian proposed to Cintya but Akrom did not know what Cintya's answer was.

even more Cintya still remembered the time in the city park, Akrom congratulated her on the proposal with a dislike face and immediately left without a word.

"duuuuh how is this? my heart is pounding because of gini anyway?" cant feel the point of tears Cintya flows past his cheek and falls on the book of Acrom that is still in his hand.

there is happiness and fear at one time.His regret is not troubled by circumstances.

after Cintya continued to check all her duties, she wanted to rest but her heart was not calm.

he decided to pray sunah hajat to calm his heart, to be more calm to live what must be lived.whether with new feelings or what God treats him.

after finishing 4 rokaat 2 salam.was raised his hand and prayed for his guidance.

"O Lord, if the taste of what I have experienced is true of You, please keep it between us, and meet us at the right time.and if not, please tell us. Aaaaaamiin" then rubbed his palm onto the face wet with tears.

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