MENTALLY

THE MASTER VERSION

Radit came home from the hospital after dawn. It could be said that he did not sleep at all, but it's okay, now he really knows the condition of the brother after seeing it directly.

Just about to set foot on the stairs, the mother's reprimand stopped her steps. "How are you?" asked mama just wanted to know the response of the son, hoping also that the son remained indifferent and considered Almira okay.

"The worse!" radit replied briefly and headed straight for his room. This morning he will leave for school, meet Mr. Sultan immediately, and will find out the side of Almira according to the views of others.

Radit entered the room, set the alarm at 6 and then closed his eyes for a moment. He might not have to sleep for a while. Hearing stories also requires energy.

Right at half 7, Radit was ready to leave, he stopped by for a while in the dining room that already had papa and mama and Bima. He just plucked bread, sipped milk on the side of Bima, then salim on both parents. Ride his bike with the minds of Almira, Almira and Almira. How foolish he had been to consider the brother ordinary even though it had been 'sick, ' a thousand if not worth thinking about the important thing now he had to break the chain of depression of the brother. No matter how hard he will find out the cause.

Right at the first break bell, Radit ignored the invitation of his best friend, Adam who took him to the cafeteria. He went straight to the teacher's room to see Mr. Sultan. Almost 3 hours he held the curiosity about Almira according to the confession of Mr. Sultan.

"Assalamualaikum, good morning, sir!" greet Radit politely, Mr. Sultan who happened to have just kept a volleyball turned his head and let Radit sit down.

"Waalaikusalam, sit down, Dit." He then also sat down and stared at Radit's intention. Fellow men certainly do not need to mince words, Mr. Sultan immediately asked the news of Almira, because he did not believe in the state of Almira is fine.

"Where's almira?" ask Mr. Sultan to the point.

Radit was silent for a moment. He looked to the right and to the left, the atmosphere of the teacher's room was very crowded at the break. He is not free to talk about Almira in public places. "Mother Almira is good."

Mr. Sultan smiled, then linked his fingers, "I've lost contact with Almira for almost two months more, where is he?"

Radit was silent and did not answer. "Please answer honestly, Dit. I miss him."

Radit gawked for a moment, a teacher blatantly admitted kangen to a student of his own, hey what is this. "I mean, Father?"

"I'm waiting at the cafe, in front of the school well, a lot of things I'm going to tell you, about Almira."

Radit nodded his head, again he felt disappointed because he had to withstand the curiosity of the story of his teacher. It's okay, even if telling the problem of Almira at school is certainly not possible, he does not want the good name of the brother tarnished because it is considered a mental disorder, even though the reality is true.

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"What do you want to order?" asked Mr. Sultan kindly, he even only wears long shirts and jeans, not looking like a teacher. I don't know when to replace it.

"Just like, Father!" answer Radit politely.

Radit remained silent, "If you may know since when Pak Sultan and Mbak Al were close?" Naturally Radit was astonished, all this time Almira never offended his relationship with the opposite sex, female friends alone can be counted let alone men.

Very surprising news, it turns out Almira managed to save his closeness with his new teacher. "We met at a class meeting when your brother was in XI" Mr Sultan said.

At that time, Mr. Angga, a sports teacher at Almira High School and Radit school had an accident resulting in paralysis, inevitably the school looking for his successor, he said, incidentally, Pak Sultan had just graduated from one of the universities of education in the city of J and got the opportunity to join as a teacher at that school. During the class meeting, precisely the volleyball match, he was enthusiastic to see the match featuring Almira class vs Sonya class, and Almira entered the volleyball squad of her class representatives.

It could be said that Mr. Sultan has a crush at first glance. Almira caught his attention. He was surprised if there was a child who was smart volleyball but his face and hands were smooth, not striped and like never exposed to the sun. Physical admiration kept him close without anyone knowing, because he was still thinking about the career he had just started and avoiding the scandal between teacher and student.

Their closeness intertwined when, Almira sobbed on the indoor basketball court. In the audience stands, Almira cried while holding a replay paper that had been given a value of 95. Mr. Sultan who had just trained the men's basketball team was goosebumps hearing the sound of a woman crying. He was so shocked to see Almira sitting behind the audience while holding the paper.

"Why you?" ask the Sultan to come closer to Almira. But the beautiful girl was getting hysterical. The excitement dong, negative thoughts suddenly appeared, worried that there were people who knew and accused the no-no, finally Pak Sultan called one of the students to invite Almira out of the basketball court.

Until one day, it rained heavily. Almira waited for an invitation, Radit happened to be sick so he himself, Pak Sultan also accompanied Almira in the strait near the security guard post.

"*You were crying yesterday on that basketball court right?" ask Mr. Sultan play guess, although sure Almira is the person.

Almira with a polite smile nodded, "I'm sorry, sir. If I disturb you."

"Oh no, it just so happens that I just finished coaching the men's basketball team and it's a wonder that in broad daylight there are women crying, I think Mbak Kunti is starting to work," joking Pak Sultan who managed to make Almira laugh.

Both were silent, enjoying the swift rain, even Pak Satpam invited some students who took shelter into the post, including Almira and Pak Sultan, but was rejected, the narrow post size must also be uncomfortable, he said, it is better to stand in the hallway near the security guard post alone, although still exposed to rain water as well.

"Why are you crying like that?" asked Sultan, deliberately starting a conversation. No matter which few students had already glanced at the two.

"Oh that's okay, just disappointed because my repeat value can only be 95" Almira replied with her shoulder. This is what makes Pak Sultan surprised, can value 95 disappointed. Huh huh?

"The value of 95 is perfect, how disappointed?"

"Perfect it can be 100 sir. Mama said if you want to be a successful person must get a value of 100 and mama just admitted I'm smart if all my value is 100."

Mr. Sultan was stunned to hear Almira's answer, there are still parents who demand their children are academic smart so they can form such a mindset. Unique is also such a parent, in the age of the millennial gene who did anything on the basis of his wishes but Almira broke it, she was like a girl 80-90s who dictated parents to succeed*.