MY LOVER'S STUDENT

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I deliberately waited for the message that was still typed by Mr. Alfin. Because it did not go sent, suddenly struck by a great curiosity. Just this time waiting for a message to be willing to delay eating.

Ting. Finally a notification came in.

[I'm sorry, if what I said in class got you bullied by your friends. Not to offend or hurt. Sorry yes]

[Yes, sir, it's okay. A student like me deserves to be shunned]

I replied in a mood that was still upset by Mr. Alfin's words that humbled me in class. Although he was somewhat less good at math, he should not say offensive words.

I turned off the internet data and put the phone on the bed. Let Mr. Alfin who re-typed reply. Then move to take water and perform salat asar in the room.

After the prayer, I walked down the stairs to the dining room. Opening the hood of saji hopes that mother's cooking this afternoon will suit your taste. I was shocked when there was no side dish in it. There is only one piece of paper that says :

'Once the mother's children have to bother cooking first before eating'

Didn't stop thinking when mother with teganya asked me to cook first before eating. What kind of idea is this. I remember the date and the month today. Even my birthday is long. Either the mother who is lazy to cook or deliberately wants to make me hassles himself.

Walking towards the kitchen, I saw some eggs and spices already available on the table. Teflon with a little oil was already prepared on the frying stove. Then where's mom, dad and Reza?

"Yes..." I called out with half a shout.

"Mr.s..." Call me again.

Still no answer. I don't know why the house suddenly went out. Turning on the kitchen lights, I started opening the instant noodle storage cabinet. This is all I can cook without taking a long time.

I was again shocked when I read a piece of paper hanging in it.

'Mother doesn't like you eating instant noodles constantly'

The bond between me and my mother is so strong. I wanted to laugh but was upset by myself. I remember, yesterday this closet is still a lot of instant noodles various flavors. Then in kemanakan mama? I opened the whole shelf in the kitchen. Still the result is nil.

Suddenly I want to cry. The stomach is very hungry but must be overcome by heartbreaking trials. This time, I had to cook eggs for the first time. A beef-eye egg, although not as delicious as your cooking, the important thing is that my stomach is filled with rice.

A greeting sounded as Reza entered the house. Having a higher body than me, sometimes I was more often mistaken for his sister. Our age gap is three years. Carrying white plastic, Reza walked over.

"What's that?" I asked while chewing the food.

"What do you think?" He asked with an angry face.

I pursed my lips feeling annoyed by Reza's attitude which might still be angry. This morning, I accidentally dropped the bluetooth speaker that was broken.

"I have ordered, wait three days bluetooth speaker until home," I said just to tell.

"No," he said.

I'm silent. This is how we are if we don't get along. Because the status is wrong, I can't talk much. If Reza was wrong, my mouth would have been unceasingly babbling. Putting a backpack and white plastic on the dining table, he went to the kitchen and came back with a few plates and spoons. In spirit, he opened the plastic in front of me. I was surprised to find out the contents turned out to be food from Mr. Alfin's cafe. In the heart to hold back upset because it is already full.

"You're out there?" I asked full of curiosity.

Reza was silent and did not answer. His attention was on some kind of food and put it on plates. In addition, he also took out my favorite mango juice. If not for my deep curiosity, I would have been lazy to ask this little boy.

"Want Windi likes to confide that the head of his sausage is a duck-kayak," I said deliberately provoked his attention.

Reza coughed at hearing that. Then looking at me deeply, perhaps he was astonished when I suddenly mentioned Windi's name for the first time.

"Do you know Windi?" his face was beginning to look curious.

I nodded to make it look convincing. In fact, I only know Windi's name when he accidentally saw his phone a few days ago.

"You know first, why did you get this food?" ask me with a little firm tone.

"Mas Alfin who was grateful. I was told to stop by the cafe first" he replied.

"Tumbent kok? What did he say?" my question is getting curious.

Reza seemed surprised by my question. His face was like he was remembering.

"Talk a lot, why?"

"He asked me not?" I'm a little embarrassed.

Reza frowned in surprise at my question which might have been a little bit of a piquancy.

"There's. Brother hasn't told you how to know Windi?"

"Windi is a class that likes you." I know this from Windi's conversation that called Reza 'Sister'

"Sotoy," he said.

"You haven't answered my question, yet" I repeat.

"Mas Alfin only gives food while chatting men's business. Males had a conversation with Brother," said Reza while tilting her lips.

I stood up. Approaching Reza while whispering.

"All the dishes," I asked as I pleased.

I passed away to go to the room. Ignoring Reza's deafening shout of rejection. When going up the stairs, father and mother are seen walking side by side in neat clothes.

"Where's Bun from? Why is it so much the same with me," I complained annoyed.

"What's the matter Bun?" Dad asked with a face full of astonishment.

"Grain girls, Well, once in a while," replied the Mother with a small laugh.

I see father only shaking his head knowing the wife's transgressions to his own son.

"Still mending mother has been painstakingly help nyiapin all the ingredients on the table. If you make you buy rice first, buy eggs first, buy kitchen spices first, it's just the name of the heart," chatty mother while passing away to the kitchen.

"Well, the pocket money for the next week is running low" I asked.

Dad took out his wallet from his pants pocket. Then give a few pieces of money without asking much.

"Learn the real." Father advises.

"Ready," I replied excitedly.

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After performing the prayer, I re-opened the laptop and continued the bridge which had stopped for a few days. The busyness in increasingly crowded schools makes readers from various regions compact to charge advanced stories to be posted immediately.

The slightly chaotic mood actually makes me excited about writing stories rather than learning school lessons. A few minutes later, the part awaited by many readers is finally ready to post on the facebook page.

I closed the laptop and switched to using the phone for internetan. When you open whatsapp, you get a message from Mr. Alfin sent two hours ago.

[It's not so Fani. Again I apologize]

Reluctant to reply, I saw whatsapp stories of school friends. Status and funny videos are quite entertaining my lonely nights. Back to open a facebook account, I was made to read one by one the comments that came from a bloated post tonight. While there are still dependents on the revision of the novel that the publisher awaited since a month ago.

Again, I thought of Mr. Alfin. I see he's not online. The screen was last seen at 18:29 WIB. It is now 21.56 WIB. Had I returned the message, he would have replied tomorrow morning.

I don't know why my heart suddenly became uncertain. Usually every night, Mr. Alfin was willing to listen to my grievances, and I was always lucky to get his wise advice. Tonight, I just had the heart to silence it, and it felt even upset myself.

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Next day..

Every Saturday, Mr. Alfin once said he could not go together because he had to take his mother to attend morning lectures at one of the Jami' Mosque in Kota Kudus. Therefore, I had to get up early and wait for public transport in front of the complex.

Wearing a pink training shirt, this morning there is a sports schedule in the first and second hours. Don't forget to bring your Saturday uniform in your bag. After saying goodbye, immediately wait for special public transportation to bring students.

Arriving at the school building, it turns out that classmates seem to line up neatly in the field. I followed before I was caught too late. Fortunately, bad luck is not always there. I catch my irregular breath, trying as quietly as possible as Mr. Suryo goes around tidying up the lines.

A moment later, male and female pupils were distinguished to perform a volleyball game. This time the girls played first. Mr. Suryo provides direction as well as assessment. When I arrived to throw the ball, I did not think the throw landed on the wrong target. The ball hit Deliana's head until the girl fainted.

My heart rate was pounding when I saw everyone trying to resuscitate Deliana, some were blaming me all out. Anxious facial expressions were also seen from Mr. Suryo's face as our gym teacher.

"How can this be, Fani? If it's Deliana why-why how?" ask Mr. Suryo to blame. Just this time the teacher looked really anxious.

I looked down, confused and scared, feeling stupid and really lousy. For some reason when I throw the ball, I did not focus when I remembered Mr. Alfin. In silence I held back tears from falling. Deliana never realized, it makes me more blamed people.

Some of the teachers in the office looked out and ran towards the field. Same with Alfin. When Mr. Alfin heard the story of one of my friends, he looked surprised and looked at me sharply for a few seconds.

"Let me drive to the hospital" said Mr. Alfin as he walked over to Deliana who was still unconscious.

I saw Mr. Alfin carrying the girl's body and carrying her in the car. There's something pierced and painful here, but everyone doesn't care about me. All there is, just blame my carelessness.

Seriate....

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