MY LOVER'S STUDENT

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I sat in class alone. Refusing Sarah's invitation to eat in the cafeteria as usual. Resisting hunger because the heart suddenly fretted because of two things. First, I have to come see Mr. Alfin in the office immediately. Second, I have not studied at all for the preparation of daily replicates.

Opening the notebook, drowsiness strikes when you see a row of numbers along with formulas that fill the page. I don't know why maths lessons have been making my brain blank lately. In fact, as a third-grader of High School, I must be ready for the national exam in the coming months.

"I'm not sure you got good grades" Viki sneered.

I don't know since when this shitty guy suddenly appeared in front of the bench. I have no interest in responding at all. The scent of her perfume pierced the sense of smell. It seemed, he had just taken a bath of scented oil. Unexpectedly, Viki suddenly forcibly retrieved the taskbook lying in the desk drawer. Slowly open with a face full of curiosity.

"Oh Fani dear, repeated yesterday afternoon why not want the lyrics of my sweet face anyway? You blink your eyes, I guarantee you a hundred," said Viki in his style.

My body trembled a little amused when I heard that speech coming from his mouth.

"It's better to get a zero than to have to look at your pretty face" I replied.

Viki still stood up with his best smile. I was more ilfeel when I remembered the sentence of love full of seduction that he had offered a few days ago. Obviously, I rejected it.

"There to Mr. Alfin's room. Don't be reckless, yes." he said sok advising.

I got up and left the classroom instead of having a long chat with this guy. When the footsteps were about to turn to the Mbok Nah canteen, Mr. Alfin was talking warmly with Mr. Wildan outside the office. I stopped my steps suddenly, hesitating if I didn't heed his orders.

Shortly thereafter, Mr. Wildan was nowhere to be found. But Mr. Alfin was still standing while staring at the phone screen in his grasp. The only way to the canteen must be through the front of the room.

I wish Mr. Alfin back in the room so I can walk quickly away from him. A few seconds waiting, he actually moved his position by sitting in the front waiting chair of the office room. Unexpectedly, he looked closely at me. I smiled back at her gaze.

I saw the teacher standing up again.

"I wait inside" he said briefly and then walked into the room.

Failed to get to avoid me. Failed meal plan in the cafeteria Mbok Nah. The brain again filled with question marks, will Mr. Alfin later consider me as a girlfriend? Or as a student who is ready to be scolded? I don't know.

It did not feel like footsteps had entered his personal space. The upper wall is installed AC which cools the room. The lover who made my heart flutter seemed to sit waiting.

"Please sit down" he said.

Looking at the way he spoke as well as the look in his eyes, the figure of the teacher was completely attached for this second. I kept quiet, waiting for him to ask.

"What did I call you to come here for?" He threw the first question without a smile.

"Kangen kali," I answered keceplosan.

I immediately smothered my mouth as the remark suddenly slid off just like that.

Mr. Alfin widened his eyes, showing dislike for my words.

"Can it be more polite?" ask him with a serious face.

"I'm sorry, sir," I replied softly with a shy smile.

"Why is your math score always bad?"

I was shocked to hear that painful question. In the presence of Mr. Alfin now, there was no way I would behave as we did outside of school.

"Java!" he insisted by raising the tone of voice.

"I didn't master math lessons" I said honestly.

"Why not master?" ask again.

Instantly I fell silent. Confused what to answer. He even knew that I didn't like that lesson since Elementary School. Why should I ask again, I held back the resentment in my heart.

"Because my math teacher was a bad guy." I deliberately insinuated while venturing back his gaze.

"Alesan," he replied.

"Don't be angry, sir. I'm actually a laper. Soon he said daily repetition, where can be konsen if scolded like this. Mr. Alfin had also taken my break to eat in the cafeteria," I grumbled in annoyance.

"Don't spoil. You have to remember, in school we are only limited to teachers and students," he said again.

"Yes, I get it." I nodded slowly.

"I wonder, why do you always get zero? The other students were good grades, almost none were below average. What's the way to teach me you think it's too soon?" He asked again to tense up the atmosphere.

I'm musing. Didn't want to tell if some of the female students asked the curly for help to cooperate. Maybe I'm the only one with prestige and reluctant to glance at that annoying guy. Mr. Alfin's deheman's voice made me look at him for a moment.

"How to teach Mr. Alfin there is nothing wrong, only me who does not understand" I said honestly.

"Eat him learn," he advises.

He said those words over and over again all night. I feel more and more insecure about my limitations when I'm with him. I was afraid that Mr. Alfin would turn away just because his lover couldn't do math.

I kept shaking, feeling my own turmoil. I'll leave the room after he asks. A moment later, Mr. Alfin opened the black backpack and took out a small transparent white lunch box. Two slices of sandwich looks appetizing.

"Please eat in class, sorry for making you hungry." Mr. Alfin gave me his lunchbox.

"No need, sir. I was kidding, "I pretended to refuse.

"Eat, but not here, she said hungry?" he said attentively. The tension on his face was beginning to subside.

"Now you can get out. Don't forget to learn the chapter I explained today."

"Can I bring this?" I asked back to make sure.

Mr. Alfin simply nodded while holding back a smile. She smiled at me in class. It is rare and extraordinary.

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As I was about to leave the room, I observed the outside from behind the office window. Some of the second-graders were sitting together on the classroom terrace. I turned my head back towards Mr. Alfin, it seemed like he understood the unrest of my heart.

"Just bring this package book in class. The lunchbox won't be seen" he suggested.

I'm holding back the laughter. True to him, this book can also be used as a reason why I am in this room. I walked back to him. Then take a math book on the table.

"Oh yes, sir. Then don't do much, yes, don't be difficult. I haven't eaten, I haven't learned yet" I whispered, wishing she could understand.

Instantly, Mr. Alfin's eyes turned sharp.

"You alone teach, let me be his disciple" he replied.

I was stunned while pursing my lips in anger. Mr. Alfin could not cooperate at all. It seems I have to appreciate her professional attitude as a teacher even though her response this time felt really annoying.

"You want to stay here longer?" asked Mr. Alfin by raising both eyebrows.

I shook my head. Then move out of the room after saying hello. Arriving at the door, I hugged the package book tightly to cover the dining box from the presence of Bu Ismawati who suddenly entered the room. With a smile, I hurried to the classroom.

Arriving at class, I immediately put Mr. Alfin's book on the teacher's desk. Then sit on your own bench. The class situation was quiet because some students were studying before the replay, others were still in the cafeteria.

While opening the lunchbox, Sarah suddenly came and sat down next to him.

"Aren't you carrying pocket money?" ask Sarah with a pity face.

While munching on Mr. Alfin's sandwich, I held back a laugh. Sarah thought I refused to go to the cafeteria because I did not bring any pocket money, but the first break was almost over because I had to see Mr. Alfin in the office.

"Practice dong, once in a while," I said.

"I used to treat you, too" Sarah replied, taking a notebook from the drawer.

I'm grateful Sarah didn't suspect me of meeting Mr. Alfin a few minutes ago. I'm not ready to tell you about our relationship because between me and Mr. Alfin broke the backstreet when I was at school.

Looking at the notes on the board, I tried to understand every plot of the formula that had been written neatly. I don't know why my brain seems unable to work properly when looking at various problems in the package book. The different types of problems that exist make me confused how to do it. Moreover, Mr. Alfin asked us to memorize every formula that has been described repeatedly.

Two slices of sandwiches filled my hungry stomach. One by one the students sit on their respective benches and compact learning before the repetition begins.

Shortly after, Mr. Alfin came into the classroom with a full of self-respect. In his hand, he carried several sheets of mathematical problems.

"Asalamualaikum," he greeted her by standing in front of the class.

"Waalaikumsalam," we answered simultaneously.

"Let's just start today. Keep all your books in a bag. Only have pencils and erasers on the table," said Mr. Alfin as he looked around.

"Don't use a replaybook as usual, huh, sir?" deliana asked from the front of the bench.

"From today I will prepare a paper for your answer" replied Mr. Alfin.

"Daily deviation is the same as a semester repetition, then," I complained slowly to Sarah.

Instantly, Mr. Alfin turned his head towards me. I can't believe it turns out that she heard my complaint that objected to her decision.

"Different. Daily replicates are just about the lessons I've explained today. Only five questions to test your level of understanding. While the semester repetition, a collection of several questions from each chapter. I think you all understand" he replied with a quick glance. Mr. Alfin took a few steps forward, then pointed out a few questions before us.

"I'm making four different kinds of questions. I'm sure you won't be able to work together. Do it yourself - alone. Get used to being honest. For what good value if not the result of own thinking. I'd rather you guys get grades as per your ability" he advised.

The look on Mr. Alfin's face was so serious that it made all the disciples silently listen. I suspect Mr. Alfin was secretly aware of the behavior of other students when the repetition took place. Several female disciples looked listless as they turned towards Viki.

After putting the math package book and notes into the bag, Mr. Alfin immediately divided the problem. Then remove the note from the board. As long as we were working on the matter, he went around watching.

I said basmalah to make it easy. When the teacher glanced at my clean answer sheet, he seemed to shake his head. The class atmosphere was suddenly quiet. No one dared to ask for help as usual. Everyone faces each other. Time after time brought me into a chaotic state of mind. Only two out of five questions I can answer, I'm still not sure I can answer correctly.

"Time out," cried Mr. Alfin loudly.

I flinched when I saw the clock on the wall. I don't think the time to work is up. Quickly, Mr. Alfin took one question at a time to collect. I'm resigned. Totally resigned.

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