MY LOVER'S STUDENT

twenty seven

After eating meatballs at Mbok's stall, I accidentally left Sarah in the cafeteria alone. Sarah can't know that I want to see Mr. Alfin secretly. There's something important I want to say in person.

Arriving in front of the teacher's office room, I stopped my steps and looked at anyone who was still in the room. It appears there are Mr. Alfin, Mr. Wildan and Bu Ismawati who are sitting casually on their respective benches.

Without hesitation, I said my greetings while standing at the door. The three of them looked at the same time. Mr. Alfin looked very dignified with a brown short-sleeved batik shirt. The glances of her eyes made my heart tremble beautifully. Immediately I approached the table in the second row. The books filled the right side of the table. On the other side, there is a laptop that is still on.

"What do you need?" asked Alfin kindly.

"I want to put together the punishment PR assignment that was yesterday, sir," I replied as I placed the replaybook on the table.

I saw Mr. Alfin looking astonished when he listened to my words. He looked into my eyes as if he were reading a thought. I reply with a smile.

"It's over?" He asked with a face of disbelief.

I hesitated, trying to hold back a smile. The book he opened slowly. His eyes focused on observing sheet by sheet carefully. Arriving at the question page we were working on yesterday, his eyes immediately rounded in shock. There's a secret message I wrote for him.

[Happy Master's Day, Mr. Alfin. May you be more patient and sincere in teaching me. More affection and thanks for all his attention. One more thing, then go home from school can be with what? Answer now Sir. They can still face.]

I wrote that message because today Mr. Alfin has no teaching hours in my class. It makes it difficult for us to communicate when we are in the school environment. He closed the book while holding a smile. I often do this because the students are forbidden to bring cell phones.

"Yes, I can" he answered briefly with a casual look. I smiled happily.

"Thank you, sir. Then I leave for class," I resigned.

He nodded without saying anything. No other teacher was suspicious when he saw me several times coming to see Mr. Alfin in the break. Relieved when he would take me home as usual. Want to be invited to take a walk and then taste the new menu in the cafe. Then talk about love and forget the math lesson for a moment.

"Cock-a-smile yourself here? Enter class. It's been the bell from earlier," said someone with a high tone.

I soon woke up from a beautiful daydream. I do not know since when Mr. Farhan the headmaster suddenly stood before the eyes. I'm totally unconscious. Ah it's so embarrassing.

"L-yes, sir," I answered stammeringly.

I looked down while walking quickly to class. My heart was pounding even more as soon as I realized the classroom atmosphere was already entering the fifth hour of study. There were no students passing by on the terrace or the school grounds. The canteen is back. The break time is over. My classroom door seemed closed.

Somehow these two ears did not hear at all when the class bell rang. Too excited to meet Mr. Alfin to fantasize makes me confused how to enter the classroom. From the outside, Farida explained the lessons of history. My heart's pounding. The mind suddenly confused to think about what reason makes me late for class.

"Lho, why is it outside?"

"Forgive me, sir," I answered softly.

"meaning? PR missed?"

I shook my head.

"Lha continues?" he asked back.

"So I was going to see Mr. Alfin in the office, continuing to not realize that he had entered class. I want to go in, I'm ashamed. I think it's already half an hour late," I said softly afraid those in class heard.

Mr. Alfin clucked his tongue. Unexpectedly, he suddenly knocked on the classroom door. I slowly back off. The heart thumped back when it heard someone's footsteps from inside the room. It felt like running away from shame and fear if Bu Farida was angry.

"This is Ma'am, there is one student who is left behind" said Mr. Alfin told reporters.

Ms. Farida looked at me. I immediately lowered my face hiding the shame.

"Where is it? Why did you just go to class?" cecar Bu Farida who makes me confused to answer what.

I was silent while biting under my lips. Mr. Alfin left in front of us.

"Yes in," Farida's orders let.

Laughter from friends makes the classroom atmosphere suddenly rowdy.

"How many bowls to forgetfulness in class?" jeered Radit who saw me eating in the cafeteria.

I held back the laughter as well as upset myself. Ms. Farida again told me to be quiet and focus on listening to the lesson.

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