Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 97

Three days after submitting the application requirements file, Dila got an interview call from the school. Dila came early in the morning to school in neat clothes, usually Dila deliver El and immediately go home, now Dila moved to wait in the living room of the school. By wearing a white shirt top and black pants subordinate, also black pantofel shoes.

Dila initially covered her clothes by wearing a knit sweater outside the shirt, but after arriving in the school living room, Dila took off the knit sweater and kept it in her bag.

There were already a few other applicants who were also there, most of them looking very nervous and agitated, those who were nervous maybe because they had just applied for a job like Dila. But there are also those who look calm, namely those who seem to have taught before in other schools, but want to enroll in the school because the salary of teachers in the school is known to be greater than other schools, of course, because of the monthly fee, because of the cost, the cost of building and so on from students is also more expensive than other schools.

The job applicants enter one by one into the principal room which is used as an interview room. Dila got 4th, not too early, not too late.

When looking at the expressions of the three previous applicants Dila could not guess what was asked by the principal, because he was the one who interviewed the prospective teachers directly.

And when it was Dila's turn to enter, Dila was welcome to sit by the headmaster in the chair that was right in front of him. After greeting each other, because they previously knew each other as school heads and guardians, the headmaster also gave a question that turned out to be far from Dila's estimate.

" Mrs Karina Nadila, as a mother of one of the students at this school, your son is one of the outstanding students here, what method do you think a teacher should do to make it easier for children to absorb lessons ?".

Dila also answered according to his point of view as the guardian of El's students. Of course the headmaster smiled at Dila's reply who was in agreement with the method of teaching her.

" Have you ever taught before ?".

Dila nodded, "I once taught, just not at an official school like this, I used to teach najai at TPQ, when I was still in High School, and it became my activity every afternoon, he said, teaching at TPQ. I love children, which is why I want to be a teacher".

" I also once taught Elementary School students, in the Bekasi area, when it was actually one of the activities when I was KKN, but only about a month".

Again the headmaster nodded his head.

" If Ms. Dila was accepted here, how much the estimated salary that Ms. Dila thought she would receive, the teacher was not as big a salary as a businessman" muttered the principal.

" Whoa.. I myself do not know and have not estimated how much a teacher's salary, honestly first when teaching at TPQ, no pay at all sir, we teach willingly, we teach, because indeed those who teach also come without charge. It's just that sometimes there are generous people who give a little fortune, and given to us just to buy soap" said Dila.

" If I think, being a teacher is like a calling of the heart, not talking about a well-paying job. Partially I already have my own business, I signed up because I need positive activities and also that I like, because being a teacher is my ideals since childhood", muttered Dila.

The headmaster smiled widely. " Well then, today's interview session is quite so, thank you for the contribution of Ms. Dila to become an applicant at this school, hopefully the results of the intention", said the headmaster while shaking Dila's hand.

Dila came out with a face that could not be interpreted, making other interview participants become curious about what questions were asked.

" Sil..!".

Dila looked at the direction of the voice, it turned out from the front of the teacher room, there was Bima who waved her hand there.

" Why?".

Bima is approaching Dila. " How is the interview, smoothly?, sure not the same answer you?".

Dila seemed to think as she walked through the hallway to the El-class building. " Don't know, I thought I wanted to be asked about the lesson, but it wasn't, fortunately last night I wanted to learn not so, hihihihi", Dila giggled while covering her mouth with a palm.

" Where there is an interview asked about the lesson, you are just Dil, this is a job interview, not a graduation test", Bima patted Dila's arm softly.

" Ish, what the hell are you Bim, I mean, I'm a 5th grade elementary teacher, so I thought I'd be asked to answer about 5th grade elementary school kids, so, I thought, like a test of eligibility to be a teacher, so.", muttered Dila.

" Why do you know Bim?", Dila sat in front of El's class a bit back, next to the playground to be exact.

Bima is still standing because the goal is to grade 3, where the class where he teaches.

" Yes, I also want to register here in the interview as well, you're just Dil".

Dila nodded, "right also what you said, why did I not think about it, and asked first of all you what was asked, I did not think there were you here", Dila grinned the horse.

" You are always lola (old loading), if this kind of business. Yes, I went to class first, do not forget to eat if you are accepted", said Bima while leaving Dila to the class where she teaches.

" There is indeed an event what Miss Dila?, Mr Guru Bima to skip meals?", asked one of the guardians who heard.

" No papa ma'am, it's not clear so anything, still waiting for the announcement tomorrow" said Dila, still keep a secret on all about the registration that has been done.

" Mau dong eat, it has been almost two weeks since Ms. Dila has graduated".

True too, the mothers were even a joint venture to make big hampers and sent to Dila.

" How about going home from school, we stop by the restaurant in front of the school?", asked Dila.

" Well, I totally agree, especially if in the same agreement Miss Dila".

Dila smiled as she nodded, "Of course, consider it a thanksgiving, a small celebration after graduation yesterday".

" Yeee....., eat!", the joy of the mothers who forgot they were waiting in front of her child's class, she said, surely their cheers make a big question mark for children who are still learning inside.

And as planned, when returning home from school, Dila and several guardian mothers at once with their children all entered the restaurant in front of the school. It was very crowded because almost all were present, even mothers who did not wait for their children to eat because they were told to be in the Dila tract when picking up their children by other student guardians.

The atmosphere of the restaurant instantly turned into a rame of visitors, from mothers and even small children like El.

Dila deliberately ordered the same package of rice and grilled chicken, so that everyone gets the same food, and did not cause imbalances. And a fried chicken package for her little ones.

All immediately looking for available seating, fortunately the restaurant is quite spacious, so it can accommodate 20 mothers plus their children.

The sound of jokes, laughter, immediately filled the restaurant, there are also those who gossip and tell stories of soap operas they like. Dila was already used to such an atmosphere, and could only smile while apologizing to the owner of the restaurant if the presence of his entourage made noise.

" It's okay mba, it's so that the mothers have been gathered, rame and noisy", said one of the waiters who was serving sweet iced tea first while waiting for the main meal to be ready.

The owner of the restaurant also said the same thing, "It's like that if the mothers have been gathered, very rame Mba, not papa really, I'm even seneng".

Dila moved to the cashier section and calculated how much to pay, fortunately the restaurant received payment through a debit card, otherwise Dila must go to the ATM first to take cash, because in Dila's wallet currently only stored 200 thousand only.

" In total all one million eight hundred thousand rupiah, it is the same drink and also free toys in each package fried chicken Mba" said the Cashier. Dila simply nodded while handing over her debit card.

" Thank you how many Mba.", said the Cashier smiled kindly at Dila while returning Dila's card back.