Love Santri And School Teacher

Chapter Eighteen. Flower Welcomed

if you can't tell, is the date in your poem the day you got that disappointment?" Cintya dared to ask 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.

The deg!!.

cintya's heart was getting louder, breathing as if choked in the throat.

his heart was pounding digesting every answer that Acrom gave.

"if the flowers on the front desk of the class were looking for you would the atmosphere be different?" ask Cintya to make sure.

"to find another flower pot? is he sitting in a vase made of marble?" acrom replied with a cynical smile etched on her lips.

"not all flowers are right for a vase of marble, the beautiful bonsai is more appropriate to be in a large pot even though it is only made of concrete" he replied in a tone not to be outdone.

Akrom turned towards Cintya, with eyes that looked like a confused person, and then returned to his gaze.

"Achrome, the flower on the front desk of the class was looking for a place that he felt comfortable.he did not need a fancy vase of marble" Cintya ventured to say it.

"uh uh? meaning?" Akrom turned his head in shock with Cintya's statement.

"that's how chrome is" Cintya replied slowly.

he saw the face of Akrom who was still with a look of confusion.

'cintya ge-er really you become a person? if the flower that Acrom means is you? if not?' maki-maki Cintya in her heart saw the reaction of Acrom was still cold.

"sorry chrome, it looks like the flower you mean does not match what I caught. sorry I was too ge-er said earlier.I first" said Cintya who was not able to withstand her embarrassment.

then he stood up and walked back to Akrom towards the parking lot while wiping the tears on his cheek.There was pain when his hope did not match the reality that Acrom felt.

"push" call Akrom suddenly.suddenly stopped Cintya's footsteps.

"sorry if maybe I offended or shouldn't have lived.but honestly, I don't even know how and why it all happened" Akrom now walked over to Cintya.

Cintya just stood there silently against Akrom, hiding the tears that had soaked her cheeks.

"already chrome, you are male, you have to fight for what you should fight for" Cintya tried hard to accept the fact that the 'Front Spelled Flower Class' was not her.

"really?" tanya Akrom looked up at the woman in front of him who only saw his back.

"yes, you must be Yaqin" replied Cintya going to continue her footsteps.

"but is it true that the flowers in front of my classroom are not in a marble vase?" akrom asked a little screamed because Cintya had already left him a few steps.

suddenly the question stopped the girl's footsteps, her face reddened to hear it, her lips twitching.only the more intense tears represented all her tastes?

"Master, there's a student who asks why just shut up?" akrom continued, whose voice was getting closer.

"mmmm uh-. to my knowledge like that" Cintya replied with a pounding day.

"then according to the teacher.is it appropriate for a concrete pot that has not been fully so offered to be a place to live Bonsai flowers that have grown almost perfect?" ask Akrom further.

"tofu bonsai can still grow more beautiful even though the pot is not fully finished, running time the roots of the bonsai that continue to grow and improvising pot work will make the plant much more beautiful" I answered the parable.

Akrom was just speechless to hear the answer.really he had never been in a situation like this.

"if you can tell who the flower is?" the lyrics of Cintya turned her face towards the man behind her.

with a slight hesitation, Akrom answered him softly "my math teacher in XII class" his face lowered and his eyes closed very tightly.

limp body Cintya as if not strong to withstand the rhythm of her heart that is increasingly irregular, holding the blockage of breath that is getting crowded.

suddenly he turned his body tightly hugged his own students, buried his face in the chest of the acrome field.

her tears soaked the jacket Akrom wore.

The shocked acrome was just silent, nor did he return the embrace.just pecked to hold the body of his teacher who was limp hugging him.

"hiks, Krom, if you know.I feel the same way as you" said Cintya did not dare to raise her face.

The acrome, increasingly shocked by this fact, can only be enticed to try to believe that this is real.

shortly Akrom encourages Cintya's body to release Cintya's embrace.

"why krom? you're sorry about what we just talked about?" cintya protests wonder.

"sorry ma'am, uh mbak. we are not yet muhrim" Akrom replied quietly.

"sorry chrome, I reflexed earlier" Cintya lowered her head.

they were silent setting the heartbeat with awkward blushing faces.

"sorry mbak I pushed you rough"

it's okay krom. I'm wrong" Cintya regretted.

"what did you say was true?" ask Akrom.

"which one is it? what am I talking about?" cintya asked back to hide her shame had frontally expressed her heart to Akrom.

"oh, sorry maybe I was just a dream" Akrom lowered his face limp.

"chrome?"

"why did you make your math teacher XII class your flower?" ask Cintya while walking slowly towards the garden chair.

"mmm. I myself do not know mbak, the first time I experienced it" he said while sitting next to Cintya

"how did it start?" now Cintya turned her face towards Akrom.

Acrom turned his face towards Cintya as well, their eyes met.

"when I first met, there was a sense of responsibility, there was maturity.there was a look of anxiety on his face that I met on his face that morning" Arom glared at his memory while smiling to make love added to his face, blushing, with a dikulum smile.

"where can you conclude that?" ask Cintya shyly.

"the most I remember the phrase 'sorry deck mbak accidentally. You are okay deck? take you to school, huh?" Acrom mimics a woman's voice with her lips prying.

"just like you, where am I?" reply Cintya who reddened her face when remembering the events of that time.

"yes I see like that" Akrom held back his laughter.

"iiiih look out yes you chrome, wear nertawain all. I'm so embarrassed" Cintya covered her face with her palms, while her head was shaken.

"sadly not yet muhrim mbak, so do not dare I see the face of my teacher who is embarrassed, must be more blushing it cheeks" teased Akrom knowing Cintya is not wrinkled.

"well, I want to go home, here at the godain brondong" Cintya sulked pretending to sulk.

"that's why it's bad, when is the teacher who should be authoritative so that it's so bad?" continued Akrom who was not satisfied tempting Cintya.

"in the end you chrome nyebelin, mentang-about already dare to express feelings to girls so more nyebelin it" his grunts.

"hehe biarin, it's wrong who told you to come here?"

"yes, it seems I was wrong to come here earlier" he said.

"well, go back" Akrom continued to tease her.

"really right? I'm leaving, right? let's get a marble vase?" challenge Cintya to avenge Akrom's temptation.

"eh don't donk. I'm just kidding" now Akrom welcomes the loss.

"huuuu, Cemen it already wants to cry" ledek Cintya.

"no cry, just the least want to eat" replied Akrom.

"why don't you want to eat?"

"again fasting. wleeek" then Akrom laughs full win.

"ihh nyebelin ya you" pinched Acrom's arm.

"eits, don't hold. not muhrim" Akrom warned.

"yes sir ustadz. siaaap 86" reply Cintya with a respectful attitude like being ceremonial

"that's it, pinter already" Akrom replied.

"no more nyebelin, you're not polite with the teacher?" ledek Cintya's.

"who always says 'if at school call Mom, if outside you call me mbak aja'?. Who said that was hayo? so yes outside it is not the teacher anymore" Akrom replied mimicking the voice of Cintya who was in the shade.

"tau ah. difficult to talk to you" now his lips are concluded forward.

"do not miss again" now Akrom increasingly likes to laugh at his teacher.

"chrome?" call Cintya.

"yeah?"

"what if people disagree or like how we feel right now?" asked Cintya with an anxious look on her face.

Akrom sighed harshly "to me there's no problem, it's all about time, only I always doubt you"

"why me?" ask Cintya wonder.

"is there no sense in burdening you with my status as your disciple?" ask Akrom back.

"everyone has a chrome future, you're not always my student" Cintya replied.

"we live, everything in front of us to finish together, all just about time" replied Akrom flat but also no less mantab.

then the two of them sat down to enjoy the atmosphere of relief together.

until they were not aware since there was a pair of eyes that focused on seeing their behavior from a distance that was not too far away.

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