Love Santri And School Teacher

Chapter seventeen is like a determination

the next day. there are no math lessons in class XII DPIB 2. there is no meeting between Cintya and Akrom in class.

'when I samperin to his class? what did his friends say?' Cintya stopped by the class as she walked to the class where she was scheduled to teach.

only he got it and did not get Acrom, only his sister who was sitting alone.

'where's she? truancy?' Mumbled in his heart without stopping his footsteps.

'was it God's answer to my prayers last night?' suddenly his body shuddered as if it did not accept the fate he had obtained.

at the break bell, Cintya heads to the school cafeteria for lunch. After ordering a meal, she searches for an empty place.

looking at him from afar someone waved at him, immediately he walked towards the person who called out to him.

"here mbak, still empty" bargained as he patted the long chair he was sitting on.

"are you just the two of us? usually the same Acrome?" ask me to find out.

"Akrom did not enter mbak" replied Ridho briefly as his hand scooped the meatballs into his mouth.

"where indeed? it hurt?" just worry

"don't know, the number's not active either"

"don't tell me where to go?" my connection.

"not really. when that child never truant deh" answered ridho stopped eating.

"reverse to the dho hut?" sela Agus's.

"it's still Saturday he's behind Gus' cabin" replied Ridho.

'where the hell is Akrom? is he really avoiding me?' anxious Cintya's heart that was emanating was clearly on her face.

"why why mbak? how rich are you worried?" tanya ridho was surprised to see her brother who suddenly became moody.

"eh. e-nothing dho," replied Cintya nervously.

then came the order to eat Cintya, and they continued eating together.

'is this your path, Lord?' regret Cintya who was emanated by her face became more and more moody.

ridho who saw it full of question marks could only remain silent. 'it seems there is something strange with Msbak Tya. what is between the two of them?' riddho murmured in his heart.

"teet teet' teet'. belu go home rang.

Cintya heads to the parking lot with her shaky mind, like not accepting what happened today related to her last night's prayer.

as if blaming tahdir. swearing for what in nature.

he rode his motorbike down the city streets to the house, with a fearful mind.

'O Lord, is this your destiny that I must begin today?' I could not feel her tears coming down that question.

suddenly his heart was pounding, as if time had stopped for a moment as straight as what he saw.

The antique Vespa he had memorized belonged to Akrom, parked sweetly in the park's roadside parking lot.

'why is this kid here? since the morning is he here?' he murmured while pulling the bike over.

after parking it he walked into the city park and walked around it looking for Vespa owners in the parking lot.

almost a round he has surrounded not to find it. until almost desperate.

while resting for a moment, the corner of his eyes found a figure that he had already recognized since then quietly sitting curled up in the corner of a plant pot lip facing behind him.

his heart was racing very fast.his entire body seemed to shiver when he would walk up to a man who was wearing a gray white uniform wrapped in a jeans jacket.

(POV Acrome)

I who was not passionate about school chose to spend time in the city park.

more precisely I was not ready to see something that had been a bully of my mind that seemed to have lost my chance before the opportunity came.

I turned my body to the outside of the city park area, which I had grown tired of looking at since morning.

while daydreaming, thinking about what I should no longer think, suddenly what I often hear is like calling me.

"chrome" that raucous voice broke my daydream.

'ah it may be my mind that thinks too much of it' I murmured in my heart with my unchanging position.

"Achrome?" sweep it again.

"what's Ma here?" I asked to go back without looking.

"from my disciple who did not enter today" he replied in a stern tone.

"sorry Mom, I'm truant. tomorrow I won't repeat again"

"why don't you come in?" now I think he's sitting next to me in a position facing behind me.

"no ma'am, I'm lazy to go to school" I said.

"why? is it because of 'the flowers on my front desk'? " he asked gently while shaking his voice.

Deg!. like being struck by lightning in the heat of the sun.

'how did he know?' I murmured in my heart harena speechless.

"sorry I open your maths assignment book behind which are your poetry writings" he continued slowly

'die me, how could it be so coincidental in a math book? ah come on, it's all been happening, and she belongs to people' I'm talking to myself in my heart.

"oh yes ma'am it's okay" I replied trying to calm down.

"but your poetry is good chrome, I love it" he said.

"thank you ma'am" I replied unmoved

"once again, huh? if outside the school call me mbak aja, do not ma'am" with a loud tone.

"yes ma'am, uh sorry" I replied nervously.

"sip's good" in a tone like with a smile I heard.

"yes" I answered briefly because my tongue was already unable to say because of this situation.

after that we both fell silent because I myself did not want to make me hope for those who have become choosy.

"don't you want to make a rich poem in your book chrome?" Cinta opens the conversation.

'hemm, if you know mbak. lately I wrote all about you mbak' I murmured in my heart.

"in question, what is it?" continued.

"yeah yes, may be sometime" I replied reasoned.

"when is that when? are you waiting to be a flower on my front desk?" ask again.

The deg!.

"eh mmm.kok mbak" answered me who was nervous no longer know what to answer.

"if you can't figure out. Who the hell does that mean chrome?" question after question has cornered me.

"eh, there is no mbak. just a shadow" I replied origin.

"are you heartbroken?" while he looked at me.

"no, it's just that I regret my stupidity" I replied flatly who couldn't stand the pressure in my brain.

"you mean?" ask Cintya with her face.

"i am a fool to have put hope that even for clarity has not been, let alone certainly" answered me who is now more courageous to open the flood of hearts.

"what do you mean chrome? I don't understand"

"i had misplaced love for the one I shouldn't have gone to, and unfortunately it was closed to me to grow it" I knew where my courage to say it had come from.

(Author POV)

hearing the straightforward answer, Cintya stiffened her whole body, the cold heat felt.The heart was racing and the breath felt heavy.

"if you can tell, is the date in your poem the day you got that disappointment?" Cintya asked further.

"iya mbak" replied Akrom firmly who as if there was no more hesitation flowing from him, for now he only needed to release his heartbreak.

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