MY LOVER'S STUDENT
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#Muridku_My love
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Some of the students seemed unwilling when Mr. Alfin took the paper forcibly containing the answers to the questions to be collected into one. Walking over, my heart thumped. Sarah looks ordinary.
"I'm not done yet" I said as his hand drew my response paper.
"What if I wait for you to do everything right?" ask Mr. Alfin who is now standing straight beside the bench.
I was shocked to hear that painful insinuation. Mr. Alfin stared without a smile as he was about to pick up the answer paper that was still on the table. I lowered my head - letting him pick up the paper with two answers.
"Si Fani wants to ask for additional time, it is impossible to get a hundred. Except for nyontek," led Rendy to me.
The other students compactly laugh except Sarah. Slowly my eyes began to glaze over. I feel pain over that insult. Scratch the face of Mr. Alfin looked riled up while looking at me at a glance.
"You are not necessarily getting good grades either" Sarah defended.
"Easy-after. We are all still learning. The most important thing is that you have to learn really. When I explain the material and you don't understand it yet, don't hesitate to ask." Mr. Alfin began to calm the condition of the class that began to rowdy.
When the teacher gave an explanation at the end of today's meeting, I was completely reluctant to face forward. I don't know why it still feels upset with the words that could have offended me a moment ago.
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Change lessons.
At the sixth hour, Ms. Ismawati has entered the XII Language 2 classroom. A gentle carry, he smiled kindly before greeting. Wearing a teacher uniform batik motif and matching color hijab and combined with a long black skirt.
My feelings started to improve when I changed lessons. Bu Ismawati opened the subjects of History that discussed the second World War. The understanding way of teaching made us late to hear stories about the ceasefire in the period before independence.
Emperor Hirohito ignites the spirit of 'Shinto Hakko Ichiu' in which the eight corners of the world form one family to create mutual prosperity. Somehow in my mind, I just imagine that one day I was in a family with Mr. Alfin. The relationship continued until we were in the same university. Who knows, he could be a teacher, and I could be a student.
I ended a brief daydream when I remembered his attitude today. Just a few days serving as a new teacher at the school, Mr. Alfin could say that when the teaching and learning process takes place.
"Tifani, without looking at the records, mention the fascist leaders of Germany, Italy and Japan?" ask Ms. Ismawati suddenly.
"Fascist Germany was led by Adolf Hitler. The Italian fascists were led by Musholini. Meanwhile, the Japanese fascists were led by Emperor Hirohito, "my answer is reassuring.
Bu Ismawati nodded seeing me able to answer well. Because of his beautiful daydreaming, he suddenly threw a surprising question. Good thing I learned last night. The lesson continued until the second hour break bell rang.
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Picking up a small mirror from inside the bag, I saw the reflection of a face that Mr. Alfin said, cute cute sweet. Sometimes, I smile at my own smile until I realize, the reason he said it was because of the dimples that look if the lips smile. In addition, the shaggy teeth that my mother passed on also add to my sweet appearance. Shaking my hair carelessly, I glanced at Sarah who was beginning to focus on reading a novel.
"To the cafeteria, yuk," I asked.
"Still full Fani," replied Sarah reluctantly.
I pulled the girl's hand. Eating alone makes me not confident. Moreover, he was the only friend who was able to understand me well.
"I'll buy you grilled sausage, come on," I'll ask you again.
"Said you asked to be treated?" he asked with a surprised face.
"Joking earlier. Mom always slippage pocket pocket money," I told.
Sarah finally accompanied. We walked side by side towards the Mbok Nah canteen. I don't know why I want to vent my frustration by eating super spicy meatballs. While passing through the front of the office room, accidentally passed by Mr. Alfin.
"Please, sir," greeted Sarah with a sweet smile.
I averted my gaze as Mr. Alfin took a quick glance. It's not that I don't want to respect her position as a teacher, but I can't cover up the heartache by pretending to smile.
"We're going to the cafeteria first. Come, sir," said Sarah kindly.
"Yes, please," replied Mr. Alfin.
Sarah stood closer. Whispering about the teacher.
"Sir Alfin why, no marriage?" he said half a whisper while walking.
I was silent for a moment. Mr. Alfin is not married because his girlfriend has not graduated, my mind laughs inwardly.
"Come," I replied.
"Last break didn't come here, Nduk?" Mbok asked in wonder.
"There is a sudden need, Mbok," I replied with a smile.
"The taxi's still, right?" I asked while looking at the various foods presented on his desk.
"Still," replied Mbok Nah while dicing the fritters on the plate.
"Taxes with each grilled sausage five. Just drink some anget tea," I said order.
"Ready," he said excitedly.
Sarah and I rushed to our favorite and most comfortable place. Choosing to sit under a cooling fan, we exchanged stories again, only I was reluctant to discuss about lovers.
The delicious aroma of meatballs made by Mbok Nah menguar when presented. Pouring a few spoons of sambal and soy sauce on the bowl, I started eating my favorite food. With Sarah, I began to enjoy the refreshing sauce.
Shortly after, the class entrance bell rang. There was still an hour of study before I got home. The Indonesian lesson this time is empty with no teacher filling in. We were just given a task to work on the problem in the package book.
At exactly 12.30 WIB, we were getting ready to chant the closing prayer. Then hurry home. Passing through the classroom next door, I deliberately glanced at Mr. Alfin who was still teaching. Our gazes met at a glance, then I sped up a step away from him.
This afternoon, I decided to go home by myself on a public transport lined up waiting for passengers in front of the gate. Usually, I wait for Mr. Alfin in the small alley in front of the shophouse, only today I was lazy to meet him.
The driver is still faithful waiting for his transport filled with passengers until it is completely full. From inside the new transport containing several people, I deliberately looked out waiting for Mr. Alfin's silver car to come out of the gate. Shortly after, the car went slowly and stopped at its usual place. I saw he didn't get out of the car, he must be waiting for me there.
"If you can go home together, you wait here" he said a few weeks ago.
Today, I want to let Mr. Alfin wait without certainty. Five minutes passed, he was still there, while the transport I had never walked. I saw him start driving away from school.
"Sir, this is too late" shouted one of the passengers with a look of annoyance.
"Behold, Nduk, your friends are still snacking" replied the driver again waiting.
I'm speechless. If I hadn't been hurt by Mr. Alfin's words this morning, I wouldn't have felt hot and hot here. If our relationship was okay, he would have invited me to a free lunch at his cafe.
This afternoon is another, I should be able to be independent and not always depend on it. After the transportation began to be full, the driver finally drove the vehicle at a stable speed. Arriving at the complex alley, I had to walk a hundred meters to get home.
The atmosphere of the house this afternoon was quiet. Dad still works at the office, mom is also busy meeting with PKK mothers, and Reza my sister is tutoring scouts. I went up the stairs to the room upstairs, unwind to rest for a while.
When placing the bag in a normal place, the phone appears to vibrate. Clearly emblazoned the name of someone who makes me lazy to pick up the phone. On the main screen, three calls are missed. Out of annoyance, I chose to set the phone to airplane mode.
After changing clothes and praying zuhur, I decided to take a nap. Hopefully when I wake up, I can forget all the problems that exist.
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The sound of knocking on the door of the room made me wake up instantly, mother's voice with its distinctive tone made me have to open the door immediately.
"What's up, ma'am?" my daughter is still sleepy.
"Hp don't turn off. Mother had an event until the afternoon worried that you had not come home," said the worried mother who looked on her father's face.
"It's sleepy mom, so go straight to sleep" I replied.
"Don't sleep too late" said the mother with an annoyed face.
Mother went downstairs after being relieved to see her beautiful daughter had returned safely. Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see the clock showing at 16:30. Unconsciously, I fell asleep long enough to make mom so worried.
Curious, I re-activated the internet data. Nine missed calls from Mr. Alfin made me hold back a laugh. Apparently, he's also very
worried me. When I opened whatsapp, I smiled again.
[You've come home?]
[Fani, pick up my phone]
[I'm worried]
The last message made my heart tremble holding haru. The writing under the contact I named Mr. Alfin, was online. I saw him typing a message. My heart is still waiting for the next message. Because long, I think it's long.
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