Love Santri And School Teacher

Sundays.

On Sunday morning, after the completion of all morning teaching activities. Akrom immediately headed to the security post to retrieve the phone. Then immediately he turned it on to contact Cintya.

- acromic

"Assalamualaikum, what time is it?"

Some time not immediately answered, he walked to his room to get ready.

"where are you going chrome? the collision of weeks out?" asked Misbah who saw Akrom wearing clothes to leave.

"go on, there's no activity today, right?" answer Acrom.

"the same way with your Nisa?" saut Fauzy's.

"zy ngawur!! do not disturb Nisa, watch out for you" said Akrom while glancing at Dimas.

Dimas was just silent listening to the conversation of his roommates.

"yes yes, do not disturb chrome, we also realize it will not be able to deketin the Nisa. she loves to die with you" said Fauzy.

"how ya? I'm really good-looking for sure huh?" said Akrom while tidying his hair with his comb in front of the mirror.

"your cuteness chrome.already there to go, make eneg if you are late here" Fauzy waved her hand to drive Akrom out of the room.

"eh shucks, ngusir-ngusir you huh?" The acrome turned towards Fauzy with a comb in the chirp.

Then Akrom's phone vibrated there was a message coming in.

-*cintya

"wa'alaikumsalam, about 7 o'clock huh? let's not have bad luck, can you?"

- acromic

"okay ready, am I otw yak?"

-cintya

"yes be careful krom*"

"i've left first, assalamu'alaikum" said Akrom after seeing the watch in his hand showing at 6:35 am.

"okay be careful. wa'alaikumsalam" they replied.

Then he drove his vespanya towards the house of Cintya at a moderate pace.Enjoy the journey and humming the song to drive away the desolate.

Go on sunday

With a new boyfriend

Ride Vespa around town

Until binaria

My heart is happy

Arriving there

Sitting two-and-a-half

Eat crocodile bread

With our song

We danced together

On the tree trunk I will engrave our names

Almsgiving

always the afternoon has come

Time to go home

Vespa broke down on the road

It's raining down

Take our shade in the park

Look at that jasmine

Beautiful nian radiant

I'll pick for you

Keep it in your heart

I'll take it back

I'll take it back later

I'll take it back later

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Song by : Naive : Picnic '72

After some time running, until he was at home with a beautiful minimalist fence. The parking of his motorbike in the front yard of the house that has been clean from the leaves, is still clearly visible traces of scratches of broomstick on the ground.

"Assalamualaikum" Akrom knocked on the door of the house.

"wa'alaikumsalam, loh Akrom early in the morning gini tumben here? enter chrome, please sit" Rohmad sir invited.

"dho, ridho. There is this Acrom Lo" continued Rohmad mammon ridho.

Akrom had not yet expressed his point, had first approached them in the guest room.

"loh chrome? where you going? early in the morning have you been here?" ask ridho astonished.

"don't you make a deal with me?" ask Rohmad who was also astonished.

"Akrom here nyariin Tya sir, want to take the road he said" suddenly Cintya appeared from behind with smiles that made Mr. Rohmad more astonished mixed with shock.

"do you know Tya krom?" ask Mr. Rohmad.

"where are you going?" continued Mr. Rohmad.

"eh e. annu that sir, want to take the road nyajari book sir" replied Akrom origin because he himself did not expect the possibility of the question. because he himself did not know Cintya invite where.

"is it open this early?" mr. Rohmad frowned making Akrom even more confused.

"yes it may be nyari outside the city sir, let's not run out" replied Ridho who realized the nervousness of Akrom.

"ngggih sir" replied a short acrome that was still filled with nervousness.

"yasah father went inside first, wanted to take a bath off the streets earlier" Mr. Rohmad walked leaving them in the living room.

Cintya who had been holding back laughter finally let go of her laughter after Mr. Rohmad left them.

"eh ngawur anyway, wear me guess" grumbled Akrom glanced at Cintya who was still not satisfied laughing.

"where are you going?" ask ridho curious.

"don't know, you're a jack, and I'm not told where" Akrom replied with a shrug of his shoulder.

"where is mbak?" ask ridho again but now to Cintya.

"the baby doesn't know the dho yet" he replied with an innocent face holding back laughter.

"ah damn it anyway, use the event to trap me again" grumbled Akrom.

"mending we play PS aja chrome, same mbak Tya not clear for sure" asked ridho.

"where?" ask Akrom.

"eits. yummy, I told him to come here why are you the one playing? can't donk" cut Cintya.

"yes, that's it, it's not obvious"

"it's up to me donk dho, why are you protesting?" reply Cintya.

"already ah, do not be contended gini donk, yes-iya I am cool" said Akrom meleraiaka them both.

"uncleaned, that's what you think chrome is" Ridho shot his shoulder with a disgusted expression.

"your cuteness is chrome" Cintya shook her head.

"yes you guys are fighting aja" Akrom defended himself.

"what the hell are you guys making a fuss? what the hell is it?" ask Bu Wiwid who suddenly appeared from the kitchen.

"uh is there Akrom. tumben early in the morning already here?" continued Bu Wiwid thrust his hand to shake.

"yes Buk, Tya was invited" he replied, kissing his hand.

"where are you going nduk?"

"eh. e-not know Buk. heheh, later Tya thought where to go" he replied cengengesan.

"wooo, you are nduk. already there shower if you want to walk, but breakfast first.bentar again mature" ordered Bu Wiwid.

"ready Ma'am" Cintya replied while blushing, while Akrom smiled after revenge.

"have you given your parents permission, chrome? if you want to walk?" ask Bu Wiwid.

"oh yes Ma'am, I forgot if they want to go to the cottage, I first call Ma'am" Akrom immediately picked up his phone and looked for his mother's contact.

-*acrom-

"assalamualaikum" Ma'am"

-, mother

"wa'alaikumsalam son, how are you?"

- acromic

"Thank God, ma'am, you're the same mom as you so go to the cottage?"

- motherly

"don't know chrome, the rich man still needs this son, what's up?"

- acromic

"why don't you, Mom, if you're not here, Akrom wants a road permit?"

- motherly

"who's the son?"

- acromic

"sama Cintya Bu, her brother ridho"

- motherly

"where you going?"

- acromic

"no, ma'am, he's a bitch, but Acrom hasn't been told yet"

- motherly

"there are young people today. yes you can, but you have to take care of Cintya. take care of yourself too, remember the message of the mother first right?"

"acrome

"yes Ma'am, Akrom remembered, Akrom held the mother's message"

- motherly

"you're careful, greetings to the family there, huh?"

- acromic

"well Mom thank you, Akrom first huh? Assalamualaikum"

- motherly

"yes son, wa'alaikumsalam*"

Akrom disconnects the phone with his mother and puts the phone in his pocket.

"how? did your mother get permission?" ask Bu Wiwid.

"already Ma'am, Alhamdulillah may be the same mother send greetings to all families" replied Akrom.

"thank God, greetings to your mother, huh krom?"

"nggih Ma'am, Akrom will deliver" Akrom replied kindly.

Then they had breakfast together at Cintya's house before leaving.