Love Santri And School Teacher

Chapter four, there is a bonus poem

(Author POV)

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today there is no schedule of Cintya in Akrom class, but her mind is still disturbed by the shadows of the events that happened to her this morning two days.

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he walked lazily to walk down the hallway to teach at the 2nd hour of the class listed on his schedule, until he arrived at the XI TKR 2 class.

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"Assalamualaikum kids, introduce me mother Cintya will teach math, please cooperation huh?"

"wa'alaikumsalam. baik ma'am" replied the disciple simultaneously.

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"wih bro, pretty Broo" whispered one of the students to his friend.

"yes, my brother, there are prey" replied Aldo.

famous playboy and little badboy at school.

"just brush it off" whispered his friend again with enthusiasm.

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finished the lesson, Cintya rushed to the cafeteria. suddenly she was surprised Aldo by walking side by side.

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"want to the cafeteria?"

"uh. yes"

"may I come with you?" tanyanya to the point.

"mmmmm, that's okay" he replied confusedly.

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"the cafeteria is crowded" Aldo said, looking for an empty table.

"it's an empty table" Cintya replied as she pointed at the table on the edge.

they order food first and then go to the table in question.

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"new mom here?" Aldo opened a chat at the canteen table.

"h. oh yes, I also just graduated from college" replied Cintya who is now sitting opposite Aldo.

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"that's a smart mom, young too"

"ah you can" replied Cintya with a flushed face made.

"seriously ma'am, ohiya can I ask whatsapp number Bu Cintya?"

"uh what's it for?"

"mmm. maybe I have difficulty math lessons can consult Mom" replied Aldo reasoned.

"oh, you can do this" while Cintya wrote down the number.

"thank you, pretty teacher"

blush, his dead red face forced to smile in response to his student's seduction.

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without them noticing there was a pair of eyes watching them from the other cafeteria table.

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after finishing eating, the owner of the pair of eyes that had witnessed them immediately rose back to the classroom past their table.

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reflexively Cintya who was looking at the situation of the canteen today, her eyes saw the figure walking near her.

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DEG.

his heart was racing, between shock and awkward at that moment.

'the acrome is here? since when?' cintya Gumam.

'ah anyway why the hell should my heart be like this? is he my student?' he lamented in his heart while lashing his own head with his fingertips.

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"mother why? dizziness huh?" ask Aldo to buy his daydream.

"eh. oh no, just wait for the food a long time has not come. hungry hunt" replied Cintya grogi.

not long after the food they ordered has come and ready to be eaten.

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the school bell is ringing and the students and teachers are ready to go home.

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Cintya immediately set off her motorbike to go home.until at the crossroads of her eyes caught the figure that these two days were present in her mind.

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"who are you waiting for?" greet Cintya to Akrom who is standing waiting for the bus to go home.

"i'm waiting for the bus" she replied with a lowered face.

"you're not with Ridho? he's got a motor?"

"no ma'am, afraid of trouble"

"oh, did I go first?" pamit Cintya's

"well Mom, thank you"

"Assynogaic"

"wa'alaikumsalam.."

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the teacher looked at him, who was lost from his sight.

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the bus came and immediately drove him home to his cabin.

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because it was still daytime and there was no class for students who took public classes. After finishing all the needs to his Lord.then he decided to open his laptop and tinker with the contents inside.

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until the time before the Maghrib, he rushed to prepare to go to the mosque for teaching activities until 9 pm.

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"bro nglamun aja, later the devil on the balcony of the mosque Lo" exclaimed Fauzy roommate Akrom disperse his daydream.

"eh no longer sleepy" he replied nervously.

"yakali, this hour is so sleepy, do not-don't think santri princess huh?" ledek Fauzy's.

"yes chrome, Nisa huh?" sergeant Dimas connecting Fauzy.

"astaghfirulloh. no ah, Fatkhul izzar has not yet said bro" he replied indifferently.

sontak made Fauzy & Dimas laugh but can still be held so as not to be scolded ustadz who was teaching.

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in the scope of the cottage, Akrom did attract the hearts of many princesses, especially those who often met in the Bahtsul Masail (debat/legal surgery in the scope of pesantren). where Akrom can always give arguments that refer to the book of scholars more broadly. Besides he is also quite handsome although always hiding his face by bowing his head when meeting the opposite sex.

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the evening after the end of teaching. Akrom immediately returned to his room, prepared his schoolwork and needs, and then rushed to sleep hoping to forget the shadow of the woman who was bothering him.

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an hour passed, not even sleepiness approached him, even the shadow came haunting.

he saw that the roommates were still some who had returned to the room. eventually he decided to take the water and go to the main mosque of the cottage, he decided to take ablution water and go to the main mosque, immediately he prayed hajat and did i'tikaf to fall asleep leaning against the wall of the mosque.

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until the santri who entered the mosque intended to muroja'ah wake him.

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"sorry kang, Ndak know there is a santean" said the santri with a condolence tone.

"No kang, I overslept" replied Akrom kindly.

"just continue kang, muroja'ah at this hour is the most delicious kang" continued Akrom.

"thank you kang"

"gggih kang together" Akrom replied then rushed back to his room to continue his poor quality sleep.

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"where's chrome?" tanya Dimas who just finished guard the security of the cottage.

"from the mosque dim" he replied slowly so as not to disturb his sleeping friend.

"fucking wangsit, huh?"

"no, want your acquaintance" he replied lightly.

"who's emang?" ask Dimas curiously.

"gendruwo dim" Akrom replied while holding back a laugh.

"chrome mow" muttered Dimas.

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then they immediately put their respective young bodies on the pedestal to rest themselves.

but the eyes could not also close, he saw Dimas had sailed in his dream.

then Akrom sat down, he took his textbook carelessly.

open the back page and write down the good-bait that just appears in his head.

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singsingan night

the dust in the prayer mats

pull away the dream of concocting

stalking a rhyme about your name

let bitter remain your mee

^^^ Release me I will look at you^^

^^^plain your voice in dream humandung^^^

^^^until I give up time

^^^but I ask not at this time^^^

don't hand me over to the cold of the night

I can't resist swallowing fret

nor does it spell Nurul Fajri

kelu greeted him fretting darkly changed

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notes:

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and thank you so much for visiting him.

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