Love Santri And School Teacher

Goodbye Love, Flowers, Stories.

"you take a break, son, we will leave in the afternoon" said Mr. Mahfud after his son had arrived home.

"yes well, Akrom to the room first" Akrom replied, lazily stepping into the room.

He looked at the ceiling of his room with a picture of a chaotic mind and heart that he could no longer control.

Shadowed by the disappointed face of Cintya who was very regretful, followed by the annoyed face of Cintya who was slapping her also made her disappointed.

He went to his study table.opened his bag that had been neatly closed. Re-issued photos of Cintya and herself that he printed. Now he decided to take her to college.

He looked at her with his own neck. He stuck it again on the wall of his room, then Akrom took a sticky note and wrote a poem about his mood this time.

About you.

Flowers that come as bright

greeting the young bees

and about the buds that go evasive

with hope and despair

the distant air stretches

about regret and disappointment defiantly

go and come back in no time

and the gap is no longer a lack

scared, and I don't know what it looks like

similar poison inundates your look

forced me to be captive by him

may there be a time when there is a longing bidder

Finish the ink danced scratches on that color paper. As if being silent can no longer depress other colors. Pensively blank face the author looked at his photo with Cintya. Then switch on a plane ticket that was on the table earlier.

"tok tok tok" the sound of knocking on the door of the room made Akrom wake up from his daydream.

"get in" he replied weakly from inside the room.

"kok don't sleep Chrome?" sapa bu Maftukhah saw his son who was just sitting in front of the study table looking at the photo in front of him, still with the high school uniform wrapped in his body.

"Achrome is not sleepy ma'am" replied Acrom as necessary.

"what's the weight of Cintya?" asked his mother after realizing that Akrom was looking at the photo so closely.

Akrom just nodded doubtfully, he also hesitated to tell the truth.

"why not take a picture? Didn't you put in yesterday's Krom?" ask Maftukhah after sitting on the bed next to the study table owned by Akrom.

"just let it be here, Mom. Akrom wants to focus on college first" Akrom replied hiding the actual situation that is happening.

"yes, maybe you want to bring it for you to make an encouragement" continued Maftukhah tempting.

"Mother, Father and sister Rania are my biggest reason for being a mother spirit" replied Akrom who was followed by her who stood with her knees to hug a woman in front of her. The woman who never made him hurt, disappointed, worried.

"there's no reason your mom and dad aren't proud of you. And I'm sure Rania's sister is also very proud of her sister" Maftukhah replied with a hoarse voice crying over a child who was holding in her arms.

For a long time they hugged, as if hoping time stopped letting a mother and child just hugged each other and did not separate. But time is still a haughty time to walk ignoring everything.

"already ma'am" looked down Akrom's face to answer him, he did not want the lie his answer was known by his mother.

"he didn't take you to Krom airport?" ask Maftukhah.

"was busy ma'am, first and second grade wanted a test, so he did not have time" again he lied so that nothing became odd in his mother's heart.

"oh is that? But she still wants to come by mom, right? Even if you're not home?" ask Maftukhah again.

"later Akrom sent a message that maybe he is not busy for mother's nemenin" Akrom replied trying to make his mother calm with their relationship.

"you are ready, son. We want to leave so that you do not miss the plane this afternoon" said Maftukhah maafah to leave the room Akrom and prepare his own preparations.

"well ma'am" Akrom replied looking at her mother who had finally drowned behind the door of her room.

Again he looked at the face of Cintya who smiled sweetly full of happiness in a photo. Then he inserted a sticky note containing his poem behind a photo of the two of them.

Empty his gaze from the first moment he took out a photo print sheet from inside his bag and he glued it back to the wall. Until now when he will turn his face from him is still a powerful blank stare.

"i say good-bye if you really want, may I strongly accept your words" Akrom said on the photo sheet in front of him. It was like Cintya was there.

He has given his love story. Akrom has accepted that he has made Cintya disappointed. He was also disappointed with the unavailability of time for him to speak.

But at least he has tried to apologize, even though Cintya did not provide space for her apology when they met.

"sorry" shakes Akrom's voice again as he stands about to leave his desk and immediately prepares himself.

Akrom then prepared himself, replacing his uniform with clothes that had been prepared. And get ready to leave. Now he is really ready to go.

Acrom leave a room that contains a variety of memories recorded neatly in each scatter sheet.

He has also left friends, teachers and all the sweet reflections of the story that are imagined in every corner.

After neat all the luggage Akrom entered the car, Immediately Mr. Mahfud, Maftukhah and Akrom maftukhah immediately departed with delivered Mr. Mardi the driver of their family to Juanda airport to take Akrom to reach his goals.

"your teacher didn't take you Krom?" ask Mr. Mahfud after his car has been running for some time.

"it is busy well" replied Akrom slowly, where he was affirming his own heart from the name of Cintya.

"there's not a little time to get between you, son?" ask Mahfud again.

"in front of the house Ridho stopped sir?" continued Mr. Mahfud asked Mr. Mardi to help for a moment stop in front of Ridho's house.

"why yeah? We just go ahead" Akrom protested as the car had stopped across the street from Ridho's house.

"maybe just a saying?" ask Mr. Mahfud who was surprised by Akrom who avoided this incident. While Maftukhah only listened to the behavior of the two men.

"we've been saying goodbye to each other in school well" replied weak Akrom to be honest.

"uh uh? You mean to say goodbye to each other?" asked Mahfud sir and Maftukhah maftukhah surprised almost simultaneously.

"emh, that means Akrom has been saying goodbye to depart, and Cintya ma'am has also been saying goodbye in the sense of apologizing can not deliver" explained Akrom which he engineered in such a way. Not to be a problem for both parents.

"you're okay, right?" look at Maftukhah.

"yes ma'am. Fine" Akrom replied trying to convince both his parents.

Because with the reason Akrom he forced, finally the car drove back to the airport without anyone coming out of the car to take Cintya.

"Goodbye love, goodbye flowers. Goodbye story" said Akrom in his heart as he turned his back to the house that Cintya had passed his car.