Miss To Move Diary

Can it?

Dad looked at me smiling happily.

My brother also smiled sitting next to me. Under the table, my brother clasped my hand tightly.

***

Today is my first day teaching. I saw the reflection of the face in the mirror. I'm the one in my uniform, I take a deep breath, and I exhale.

"O Allah, if this is the best way, strengthen me, open my heart, give me ease in every step, may this be my worship, and bear the fruit of heaven..." Mumbles.

"Sir...." My brother called in front of the door.

"Yes bang, I'm ready, just go in."

I said, the door of the room was open.

"Waahh, adek brother is beautiful." My brother stroked my head.

"Yes dong bang, handsome time, if the handsome ga wear hijab." I said with a guyonan to my brother.

"Hehehe, yes, yes...." My brother sat on the edge of my bed.

"You're good, aren't you deck?" My brother looked at me seriously.

"Yes bang, I ain't nothing. I also seek experience. My college will still be going. It's just that I doubt, can I bang?"

I said a little sad.

"Don't believe in you, brother sure you can. What you're worried about, you're depressed deck. If you are forced, do not want with his offer, you can refuse the deck. Same mom dad ga maksa. No one is meaning you." Obviously my brother. I smiled towards my brother.

"Dah ah, morning has melow. I'm leaving. The first day is late. What students say to my vain later."

"All right, teacher, please."

Said my brother who was standing next to the door of the room inviting me in the style of a bodyguard to his princess.

I giggled at my brother's pretentious style of drama.

"Thank you, you can continue your work." I said, shaking my hand like a proud princess to her guard. Against my brother's ridiculous behavior.

***

In the parking lot I got out of the car. Many students are watching me. I'm sure they asked, someone greeted me, greeted me, shook hands and kissed me.

I headed straight for the principal's room. Then introduced to the assembly of teachers, I was warmly welcomed.

I'm going to start teaching art. Lessons I've taught you. After taking my teaching schedule and adjusting to my college time so as not to clash, I got into my first class. My students sit in an orderly manner, greeting and reciting study prayers.

I can imagine in their position, the question questions in their minds meeting new teachers, their enthusiasm, their deg with them, what to act like to be impressed.

But they don't know how much I'm the one who bears it. How nervous I am right now. Cold sweat.

"Assalamu'alaikum all..

my name is Anastasya Sadulayevna. From today on in addition to Mr. Yazid, I will also be your art teacher."

That was about my brief introduction. This is not the first time I have ever stood in front of a forum.

Because at school I was used to peddling my voice in front of a crowd. Start nge-MC aka become a host of events from the village, District, Regency and even provincial levels. Which attended by officials even hundreds of people.