Master Teacher I Love You

Chapter 2

Um... I was still drowsy, but the clock was pointing at 6am, I forcefully woke myself up, eyes were still half closed, I walked to the bathroom, dipped my hands in the water, and I was still half closed, brushing teeth, and.

Berrr... The cold water soaks the body.

“Beauty... Ny”.

I muttered that I saw my reflection behind the mirror, tied my hair and put on my pride uniform.

The road is the same, no different.

A stretch of rice plants, or its clear water accompanied my every step.

The grass was blown by the wind.

The fish that occasionally appear on the surface to take a breath.

Handbags that are so heavy on textbooks I always carry.

Ah... It feels so mengasikan, the first hour of the lesson is filled with Indonesian subjects, the beginning is ordinary, only with a little explanation to us (students) in the class, but... In the rest of the lesson the teacher gave the task, a task to make a poem.

“Ah. Feels sucks”.

I grumbled in my heart, I was weak in this, I thought it better to calculate a mathematical formula than to write a poem and have to be done in one more night.

Uh! It sucks, yes because tomorrow there will be more Indonesian subjects, it sucks.

After school, I opened a book and wrote a poem.

and... I think I spent a lot of sheets of paper, which is countless how many sheets I have spent just writing one poem.

My brain doesn't work well, I can't!

Ouch... So annoying.

Because of this I forgot to eat breakfast, when my stomach was revolting I just realized that I had not had breakfast since, I also walked into the kitchen.

I saw my mom watching tv while my sister was in the room, I don't know what she was doing in the room.

Fortunately there was still food left, even though it was still afternoon but we always used to eat breakfast in the afternoon not at night like most people in general.

Finally my stomach was filled and ready to continue doing the task of the teacher.

Uh! Sucks.

when you remember it again.

Long enough I thought before writing poetry, actually if the theme is free maybe I have finished working on it from earlier maybe now I am relaxing.

Yet... This theme is love in youth, is this not excessive?

Usually the teachers would not choose love-love’an as learning in school, and more severe and painful for me is that I never felt love.

But by being forced to write a poem that I do not know is good or bad, yes it is important to have done it.

I hope tomorrow will be okay. Might?

Trying was the best and going through the ordeal was a choice, I finally tidied up the books and laid my body in the softness of my bed, my pillow rolled tightly, and I hugged, I pray it rains tomorrow so I have a reason not to go to school, or do I have to pretend to be sick?

but it's impossible because I can't lie, if I lie my mother and sister quickly find out from my face.

Trying to close my eyes to hear the sound of crickets in the silence of the night, the room lights that I have turned off in the blink of an eye, the dark in the night I also fell asleep and prayed that tomorrow would not be a bad day, hopefully then.