Love Santri And School Teacher

An Incident

“as soon mature this nduk” said Maftukhah mangat bu when they both sit in a front seat of the Oven.

“iya bu” reply Cintya slowly.

There is a mission of its own Cintya came there, he wanted to know what there is hope then in the family Akrom, but until now he has not found the right time to ask Maftukhah.

“ayo we enjoy in front of nduk” take maftukhah bu to the family room after the cake they made is ripe and ready to serve.

Upon arriving at the family room, the corner of Cintya's eyes captured a photo of the Akrom family and there were not three of them, but there were four people with one young woman who was over the age of Akrom, she looks so pretty. But again Cintya still did not find the right time to ask that.

“how nduk? Cute?” Ask Maftukhah.

“so good mom, Cintya has just eaten so well this bu” praise Cintya honestly.

“halah exaggerate you nduk. Later that one more Loyang you bring home huh? Make people home.” Maftukhah maaftukhah.

“ah instead ngrepotin bu, make dad the same people home course” reject Cintya smooth.

“there's still one more baking sheet? We're going to make the three?” maftukhah's reply made Cintya unable to refuse.

“well, thank you very much ma'am. Cintya has been taught to make cakes, her home is still brought one more Loyang”

“ya is okay nduk. I'm happy to finally have another girl friend at this house” said Maftukhah maftukhah with tears had dripped from the muarana, with a resounding voice, eyes looking blankly ahead.

“already mom, mom don't be sad. Insya’ALLOH Cintya often here nemenin ibu” said Cinya calm maftukhah.

“thank you so much nduk” said Bu Maftukhah hugged Cintya's body.

“what really happened? Akrom has a sister? But Ridho said there was a past of this family? The past?” cinya muttered inwardly without daring to ask directly. Where Maftukhah only briefly talk like that has made him cry as much as he likes, especially if asked to shout clearly.

“at least I already know a little that Akrom has a brother, and how his condition is now that it is anytime to find out. Or can ask Akrom who may be stronger heart” Think Cintya who still hugs each other with maftukhah bu.

After the two of them talked a lot about each other's daily life. Without Cintya getting more answers than sister Akrom. Cintya said to go home when the day began to twilight.

“Assalamualaikum” greetings Cintya sat until her home.

“waalaikmsalam” replied Ridho from home.

“from home Akrom lgi mbak?” ridho asked Cintya.

“iya dho, same father which mother?” ask Cintya back.

“it's on the back of mbak, eh what is it?” point Ridho at the crackle that Cintya brought.

“ini cake given by her mother Akrom. Ma'am call father and mother first, do not you finish!” cintya.

“iya mbak, cake Prol Tape not nih?” tanya Ridho opened a package of crackles in which there is still another box of cakes.

“kok you know dho?” ask Cintya.

“yaialah mbak, his mother Akrom several times make this cake. Very nice too” replied Ridho.

“oh is that? Yaudah do not finish” said Cintya warned Ridho before finally passing to go behind looking for his parents.

Furthermore, the four of them enjoyed the gift cake from Akrom's parents.

 

On the fourth day after Cintya came home from Akrom's house. His motorbike was intercepted by a man who confronted him on a small, narrow street.

“who are you?” cinta asked, trying to calm down.

Then the person who confronted it opened the helmet and showed a face filled with anger.

“pak rian?” pekik Cintya was shocked.

“iya I ma'am. Where are you from?” rian asked like a jealous man.

“not your business” said Cintya lazily.

“out of the house candidate metua huh? So lucky you got a rich in-law candidate? Is that why I refused?” asked Ian smiling cynically.

“ada maslah what the hell are you? Was it not clear that I rejected you? Why still bother my business?” taya Cintya with a high tone.

“uh so fierce this one teacher? How beautiful you know not?” mr. Rian poked out Cintya's chin which was immediately pushed aside by Cintya before touching her.

“ really fierce too huh? If I force you to accept me in a place like this how is bu?” asked Mr. Rian with a sneaky smile showing the situation as we are completely deserted from the passing people.

“you don't mess around, you are an educator don't do stupid” said Cintya trying to eliminate fear.

“i've gone crazy because you're Citya's mom, let's just marry me” said Mr. Rian who is now tightly holding Cintya's hand dragging her to the side of the road to make Cintya scream for help but before there was a word that came out already covered by my hand Rian is so strong for female energy.

When the two of them were away from the highway and they were covered by a big tree, the sound of the motor stopped and the rider called out the name of Cintya.

There is a trace of hope in Cintya to save her, and Mr. Rian becomes afraid of the presence of people he does not want it.

Cintya tried to scream in a deep voice at least to be heard by the biker who called her name.

“hey, freelan!” shouted the motorist who was still wearing a full face helmet when he found them both.

“you do not interfere in our affairs” snapped sir Rian.

“ah kelama” a crushing blow leads right at the temple of Pak Rian makes him limp. Not enough to get there, and several times the kick of the shoe followed the swearing of the kicker lead right to the stomach of Mr. Rian who made him more helpless.

Cintya immediately took refuge behind the body of the motorist who helped her.

“you never try to touch him again! Or you got more of this!” said the person with a firm tone while the tan pulled the collar of Pak Rian's shirt which was still lying on the ground.

“terimakaish” Cintya said to the man as she turned her back.

“i take you home” he said flat.

“thank you, but my house is far away, but just calm the road is crowded kok” reject Cintya smooth.

“it's been quickly back to your motorbike, I take you to home” firmly the man blinded Cintya confused. He was also worried about the person who would drive him he did not know.

Realizing Cintya's concern, the man brought his head closer to Cintya and opened the glass of her helmet, revealing a face illuminated by the afternoon sunlight, a face that she was very familiar with.

But when he was about to say the name, hurriedly the mouth of his love was plastered by the index finger of the man, a sign not to make a sound.

“already let's go first, later we chat in another place” he said pulling the hand of Cintya to go,

Cintya rode her favorite matic motorcycle, while the man was riding a large CC sports motorcycle.