Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 102

Maybe because he likes children, Dila felt so lucky to be able to teach on the first day smoothly and almost all 5th grade Elementary students, totaling 34 children, liked Dila. Although there are some who are still difficult to accept Dila, because it is already dear to the previous teacher who is old and retired.

Actually, it is said that little children are not right, because there are some students who grow rapidly and are almost the same height as Dila, as tall as Dila's ears. Maybe when he grew up the child could become a professional basketball player, or it could be a TNI or a police officer. Just 11 years old is already about 1.5 meters.

The classes Dila taught were also mostly children of upper middle class parents. That's why most of them leave and go home from school delivered by family drivers. Parents/pupil guardians are mostly busy working.

No wonder if the bags, shoes, watches and other accessories that their students wear are from famous brands that are not cheap.

Maybe it is like that the lives of children in big cities, lack of real happiness, they are happy just because they are bought expensive items, and do not mind the absence of their parents beside them.

Like this afternoon, when Dila finished teaching and had cleared all the books on her desk in the office and was about to go home with El, Dila approached one of the students from her class.

It's been almost half an hour since the bell went home, but the boy is still sitting in front of the school waiting for an invitation.

" Has not been picked up yet?", asked Dila while standing in front of the student. The student was playing gedget in his hand.

Yes... The students at Mulia school are indeed allowed to bring a cell phone and the like, it's just mandatory to turn off the phone during the lesson, worried about disturbing the course of the lesson.

Because mobile phones are very useful especially for those who are picked up every day by the driver.

" My family driver again nganter dad go out of town, so told to take the bus, later I will be home Buguru, this gig already wants to win, he said, besides, there was no one at home, only an aunt who cleaned the house" replied the boy without looking at Dila.

Such are the children now, much different from the time of Dila was a child, who always spoke politely to older people, especially to his teacher. But indeed the times have changed, not to mention maybe children from the village area and from the big city are different.

" Where is your home?, do not be too late at home, even though there are no people at home, but it is safer if you play the game at home, if in a public place like this, it could be that there are bad people like snappers or copets that are stalking you, because of the gadget that you are holding right now".

The boy immediately looked at Dila with a panted look, but then stood up and left Dila and got into the bus which happened to stop in front of them. " Yes, I want to go home too" said the boy as he passed.

Young children, who talk by not using harsh words alone it includes respect for older people. It's more than enough.

Dila also invited El to go home, because since then El only watched his mother reprimand one of the SD students who sat alone while playing games. All the other friends have gone home.

In the car Dila told El about her who is now a teacher at Mulia Elementary School. Of course El is very happy, that means from today, Dila who will always pick El up every day.

El also felt happy because at any time he could meet Dila at school, because his mother every day will be in school.

" ye..... El was happy because she was a teacher at El's school. Means when El 5th grade later, Miss Dila who became El's teacher?", El's cheer was so excited, very different from Indra's expression yesterday, which he said did not mind Dila's work, Dila's job, but his expression showed no signs of being as happy as El is now.

The next day Dila was a bit relaxed because her class had religious lessons in the first hour, Dila deliberately remained in the office while exploring the learning materials of 5th grade Elementary students.

" Again free?", asked Bima who returned to the office to take a question of repetition for his students who were left at his desk.

" The first lesson of religion, so it's a bit relaxing" Dila replied.

" The first break of the treaty at the front restaurant, yes, I have not had breakfast, this morning was busy making a repeat in the first hour", pinta Bima.

Dila nodded, "yes done, hunt there to class, awaited the same students already on deg-degan want a repeat".

Bima nodded quickly and left the office while carrying a pile of daily repetitions.

" Familiar?, ordinary", replied Dila briefly.

" It's normal to want to buy everything, want to also dong if the food treat like that you consider normal", muttered Evan.

" He's been a frequent treat me when I was in college, our people and a faculty. You do not remember the same Bima?, who used to be KKN with me in Bekasi, did you meet together you also fit in the cafe down the road?".

Now Dila can see Evan look to remember. " It could be so different, who at that time wore a black shirt and jeans huh?, really pangling I saw him wearing a keki uniform like that" said Evan.

" But really can join later when eating in front of ya?, I also have not stopped breakfast because it must fill the first hour, not in the treat nor papa Dil", added Evan.

" Okay", Dila's answer was very concisely dense and clear.

Dila entered the 5th grade because the religious lesson was finished, while waiting for non-Muslim children to return to the class, because usually during religious studies, religious studies, and so on, non-muslim children will learn from different teachers, and are usually housed in counseling guidance rooms.

" It's all in?, if it has entered we start the next learning" said Dila after checking all the seats are fully filled. Today all of his students are present. Indeed, the attendance in this class is quite good, and Dila is grateful for that.

The students as well as their parents realize how important education is to them. And it makes Dila not troubled because absent class is always good. If anyone does not leave for sure with very clear information.

Dila's first break with Bima and Evan went to the school's front dining house, where it was usual for a breakfast place for teachers, students or guardians of students who waited for their children, he said, who had not had breakfast at his house. That's why the restaurant is always open early in the morning, with a variety of home cooking menus. It makes the breakfast that has not been bothered and confused to find a place to eat close to school.

" Same Mr Evan too?", asked Bima when she saw Evan following himself and Dila walking to the front school restaurant.

" Yes Mr. Bima, I also have not had breakfast, when I know you guys want to come here, I ask to join Ms. Dila, let there be friends to eat. Calm.., I pay myself", added Evan deliberately insinuating Bima who had asked Dila to be treated.

Bima seemed to dislike the words of Evan who deliberately insinuated it.

" We have made a pact, if Madam Dila is accepted to eat together" said Bima, but in fact, who ate only Bima and Evan, Dila only ordered sweet tea, Dila only ordered sweet tea, sitting with his two friends was breakfast.

" Aren't you eating Dil?", Evan finished his meal first, because he ate very quickly, looking very hungry.

" Have breakfast with the husband at home" replied Dila deliberately emphasized the word 'child and husband' on Evan.

Evan nodded as he muttered, "so want to find a wife so that someone will eat at home".

Bima immediately grinned at the words of Evan, "Noh.. in front of the same Kindergarten 1 SD many baby sitters are still single. It would be very willing to be taught marriage if only for nemenin to eat at home". Bima deliberately upset Evan.

" If the baby sitter is like the baby sitter El I used to want to", Evan deliberately fishing and teasing Dila so that Dila can make a sound. But in fact Dila is just a manyun.

" Mba, how much is it?", asked Dila as he stood up and handed her his debit card.

" Already Ma'am, already paid the same Mas Bima", Dila looked at Bima while frowning his forehead.

" Say he wants to be treated, why pay for himself, plus pay for Evan's too?", protested Dila as he approached Bima.

" The transaction is anytime that is expensive, eating here is at least 15 thousand, delicious in you dong!", muttered Bima.

" It's up to you, soon the bell goes ringing, I go first", said Dila left his two friends who were still sitting at the restaurant.