Master Teacher I Love You

Chapter 1 prologue.

The smell of the rain I breathe deeply refreshes my lungs.

The mishaps of the rain-soaked streets were trampled by my shoes, making my shoes wet.

The clothes I wear are also alkaline because the umbrella is not enough to protect myself from the rain.

The sound of raindrops is so peaceful is the heart, “ah... I feel like enjoying this”.

The window glass of the classroom was now beginning to pile up, behind which I saw a black sky, a hint of lightning struck within the black cloud.

Even so the teacher still continues to teach in the classroom, giving material for learning, the sound of white chalk friction to the black whiteboard makes my teeth a bit sore.

“hu...,” A long breath accompanies my every move.

Write what I should write in a book.

It feels like this school is sickening to me, it's just an obligation for students my age.

The wind blew through the vent, until it hit my body, it felt so cold, that I was made to shiver by the wind.

“Trettt..., Trettt..., Trett...” the bell sound of going home from school is deafening but so makes all students smile.

I hurried to tidy up my stationery, and put it in my pocket, walking in the middle of the expanse of rice fields that began to turn yellow, but was submerged by the water due to the rain that continuously flushed my village.

I walked along with a few songs, on my way home.

The splashing of water in the irrigation of rice fields so wearing ears, the ripening of rice fields that are so wide to look at.

I still hold my umbrella, so as not to be exposed to the rain today.

“Which mother?”.

“Udah home son?”.

Ask my mother, then pass through my cool self sipping warm soto soup.

Put some pieces of cloth on the table, then separate some of the pieces.

My sister helped my mother.

“Tomorrow is the anniversary of father's death don't you miss him?”.

Said my mother again, I just shut up and looked at my chest tight and thought I was floating in time with my father first.

“Quick Nia dad is late for work nih”.

I remember my father with his alpha motor waiting for me to wear shoes, he never stopped playing his motor gas hinting at me to hurry up.

“Wait..!”

I quickly opened the door and “brak..!”

with a single slam of the door I closed and suddenly made my father surprised and maybe mother and sister were also surprised to hear that from inside the house.

The asphalt road, on the left and right edge is full of green grass, the typical high mountain village on the plateau, the cold air almost every time, the rice fields are stretched, the, or the river flows with water so clear, so every day I pass this road that leads to my school,

I held my father's waist, which was still focused on what lay ahead.

the wind blows my long hair, sometimes I close my eyes so as not to get hurt by the wind.

It was a memory that brought me back to such a beautiful past, and then I looked at my mother, seeing her begin to sew every piece of cloth, to make clothes that have been ordered by people.