MUZACHA (It's Love Or Obsession)
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6 Months passed now the children have been fluent in reading and neat in writing, although there are some parts of the child who can not yet because of his age the youngest of all, one of Niza the youngest students covered, and one of them is the youngest, funniest and rarely talked in class, Niza is still difficult to write, sometimes her writing is often reversed, Acha always replace Niza's good value in the art of drawing.
In today's classroom taught by Muza, Muza is explaining, the students are watching Muza seriously.
The time of rest had arrived, as usual food and drinks were distributed to the Disciples, all the children immediately looked for a comfortable place to eat.
Niza who was squatting alone, saw that Muza immediately approached Niza, seen Niza who was writing on the ground using her forefinger.
"What else did Niza do?" muza.
"Niza again nulis Ustadz" said Niza.
Sontak Muza looked at the ground, seen the letters R, C, Z, and the numbers 2, 3, 4, 5 inverted.
"It's not like this" said Muza who wrote on the ground with his forefinger, Nizam watching closely.
"Try to imitate Niza" said Muza Niza.
Niza immediately wrote on the ground what Muza had exemplified with her index finger.
"Now Niza eats first yes to go to study again" said Muza Niza.
Niza pointed the spoon towards the garden fountain which was far from its position and like playing, then some of her friends mocked Niza, Niza just ignored and immediately ate the food, watching Niza's behavior Muza just smiled shook her head.
"Niza's? is the meal over?" muza said Niza.
"Now go back to your seat huh" said Muza Niza.
Niza hurried to her seat, and always looked at the piece of paper that was on her desk.
"Eh Zam, Ibu Acha chat Ustadz told you to go to his house, want help he said" said Muza.
"Na'am Ustadz, Azam yes, assalamu'alaikum" said Azam kissing the back of Muza's hand.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful" said Muza.
"Yes Ustadz" said Azam.
Azam rushed away, step by step starting to move away and his back began to disappear from Muza's sight.
"Well now it's his job, drawing nature, so we're going to go outside the compound" Muza said.
"Hore." the cheer of the disciples.
"But before that we play guessing first, ready yes" said Muza was taken by the Pupils.
"What is butterflies english? who can stay write ahead" said Muza.
The puzzled Disciples stared at each other for answers, Niza just bowed and looked as if her lips were muttering something.
"Why is your pizza, you know the answer?" muza said that made Niza shocked.
"Bu-Butterfly Ustadz" said Niza nervously and laughed at her friend who made Niza again bowed.
"Eh already do not laugh excessively is not good" said Muza who made them immediately speechless.
"Niza your answer is absolutely correct, please write it forward" Muza said.
Niza looked startled and nervous, Niza advanced forward with a bow, slowly her footsteps advanced forward to carry out the orders of the teacher, the marker in her hand seemed to shake.
"Calm down don't be nervous, please write" Muza said.
Niza immediately wrote, after writing her friend's friend laugh at Niza because Niza wrote upside down, Muza was just astonished by Niza, Niza immediately rushed to sit down to her seat.
"Syut, said Ustadz do not laugh excessively, yes you are directly lined up in front of the gate of the complex, do not forget to bring a drawing tool" said Muza.
"Na'am Ustadz" said the disciples.
The students who were excited and immediately scattered ran in line in front of the gate of the complex whose row was arranged by Mr. Joni.
The class of Niza who was still sitting looked at the piece of paper she was holding.
"Kok Acha did not say yes if there are students who are still mistaken in writing." Inner Muza who from earlier looked at Niza.
Niza immediately took a drawing tool and immediately went out because she realized that Muza had been facing her, the paper that Niza was looking at was still lying on her desk, Muza immediately stepped towards Niza's desk and saw a beautiful painting.
"Maa syaa Alloh is very beautiful painting this natural scenery." murmured Muza.
"Yes Ustadz, Niza is not right in writing but Niza has other advantages, the painting is very beautiful" said Acha who just came.
"Eh Cha You" Muza said, Acha just smiled.
"Afwan ya Ustadz ngerepotin" said Acha.
"Eh no, right, said I too, if there is free time I will help you teach here" said Muza.
"Syukron Ustadz, uh where are the children?" said Acha.
"Assalamu'alaikum, this is a simple book where Ustadzah is?" azam Yanh was holding several books.
"Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatulloh." replied Acha and Muza.
"Owh yes save it on the table Mother only, thank you Azam, Mom so ngerepotin You" said Acha.
"Yes ma'am no papa Azam seneng kok helpin mother" said Azam smiled and immediately keep the book on the teacher's desk.
"Yaudah You are following your friend," said Acha, who was taken by Azam who was about to leave.
"Tools draw it" said Muza.
"Oh yes, Khilaf Azam" said Azam immediately taking to his desk.
After Azam grasped his drawing tool, Azam was silent astonished to look at the board board, Azam immediately approached the papam board, Muza and Acha only noticed Azam's movements.
"Why Zam?" muza.
"This who wrote Ustadz?" said Azam.
"Niza is inscrutable" said Muza.
"Is anyone carrying a mirror?" said Azam.
"Ask this to women" said Muza.
"Mom not bring it?" said Azam.
"Bring, but what do you do?" acha said giving a small mirror that was in her bag.
"That's right, it's a rich woman's habit" Muza said.
"Oh no offense Ustadz, yaudah what's wrong, try later Ustadz bring too, if you don't have tar Acha love, Acha there are two at home" said Acha chuckled.
"No, thank you" said Muza.
"No wonder Ustadz Muza was carrying a mirror" Azam chuckled.
"It can't be Zam with Ustadz, you should be Ustadz's boy brain" Muza said.
"Yes-iya afwan Ustadz" said Azam.
Azam immediately pointed the mirror at the writing on the board, Azam saw the image of the writing in the mirror.
"Butterfly?" muttered Azam.
"What's Zam?" said Acha.
Acha and Muza immediately approached and saw what Azam saw, they were amazed, Muza who initially did not understand what Niza wrote now understood, that Niza wrote Butterfly upside down.
"Why did I not understand all this, this is a high imagination, should all know Niza not not can not write properly, but Niza wrote by looking at other points of view." muza.
"Yes Ustadz and thus Niza wrote something that could be seen using the Mirror" Azam said.
"Owh yes yes just now Niza also pointed a spoon towards the fountain there" said Muza.
Azam, Acha and Muza rushed to the place where Niza had eaten, Muza immediately practiced what Niza had done earlier,
"So Niza is sitting here" said Muza.
"Then lift the spoon this high, eh where's the spoon?" muza.
Azam hurried to take his spoon and give it to Muza, Muza lifted the spoon, from another point of view it was seen that the fountain was flowing in a spoon instead of into the reservoir, and flowers like growing on the handle of a spoon.
"It's so beautiful" said Muza.
"What's Ustadz?" said Acha.
"Look at the imagination" said Muza.
Acha and Azam immediately looked at the spoon Muza picked up, they were stunned to see the scene, sometimes the imagination was not everyone bjsa understood it, only certain people can see the imagination.
"Maa shaa Alloh, Niza's imagination is very good, but people don't understand it" Azam said.
"Yes Zam, sometimes that's how people comment, mock without knowing what someone sees, in fact all this imagination is beautiful" said Acha.
"Yes, therefore we should be able to see things from the point of view of the people we meet, as well as Niza, people laugh at her but she still silently enjoys the scenery she made through imagination, he said, but if we look at Niza from Niza's own point of view, the things Niza sees will be visible to us, like we did what Niza did and we finally know what Niza saw" said Muza, who was taken by Acha and Azam.
"Jaudah come on, you want to paint a natural landscape" said Acha.
"Eh yes, forget it, come on" said Muza embracing Azam.
They walked straight to the front of the gate.
