MY LOVER'S STUDENT

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Today's sports activities have been suspended. Some teachers including Mr. Suryo also took Deliana to the hospital. I looked at Mr. Alfin's car until I got out of the school gate. My eyes glazed over - blaming myself for not being able to be careful.

"Tifani, what have you done?" asked Mr. Farhan the principal. He is famous for being strong and powerful.

"I didn't mean it, sir," I replied softly as I lowered my head.

"Although unintentionally, if anything happens with your friend, you must be ready to take responsibility."

I nodded in understanding. In the heart feel anxious when something happens with Deliana. Everyone will hate me - including Mr. Alfin. In silence I held back the crying. I saw Mr. Farhan back in his room.

"Do you have any problem with Deliana? Throw a ball in her head" Haifa accused with a dislike look.

"I didn't mean it" I replied.

One by one, friends arrived.

Standing in a circle puts me in the middle. Heart beats are getting louder when staring at their cynical faces.

"You know what, Fani? Because of you, Deliana fainted. Because of you too, today's sport was dismissed," Rio jolted furiously.

Again, I can only be silent. Whatever the defense, I was wrong. I just want to be understood.

"Have it, you guys don't go wrong Fani gini, dong. He couldn't have deliberately thrown the ball like you all accuse. It's pure accident. We just pray, hopefully Deliana is okay," said Viki mediate the commotion.

"You all disperse there," Viki shouted loudly.

Sarah came over, asking me to sit down and calm down. In the park beside the school cafeteria, we were silent to each other. My mind floated imagining Deliana's current state.

"I know you were not on purpose" Sarah said, gently rubbing my back.

I nodded while sobbing. Remembering Mr. Alfin's gaze, the tone of Mr. Farhan and Mr. Suryo who sounded like anger and the cynical gaze of friends, I was again overwhelmed with deep worry. Worry if what they are worried about is really happening.

"Fani, called the picket teacher in the office," said Rio who sounded surprised.

I came back guessing. Could it be that the teacher will be mamarahi again? Would you blame again? Sarah patted my back slowly as if she was about to spark some spirit.

'You're not wrong, don't worry" Sarah advised.

I nodded and stood up. Walk slowly towards the office space with a pounding heart. Arriving there, I immediately met Ms. Ismawati who is currently serving as a picket teacher on Saturday.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am.," I said kindly.

"Greetings, please sit." Bu Ismawati.

Sitting face to face, my heart again thumped like a suspect who must be ready for interrogation.

"This morning we were shocked by the excitement in the field. Can you explain, how did it start?" tanya Bu Ismawati started the conversation.

I took a long breath. Think of the right words to say.

"We're in sport as usual, ma'am. When I threw the ball at the opponent's net, it accidentally hit Deliana's head" I replied with teary eyes.

"We heard you had a problem with Deliana?" accuse Ms. Ismawati with a probing look.

"No ma'am, we're good friends. I was completely unintentional, Mom," I said trying to explain.

"Yes, I understand. You calm yourself yes, now I take you to the hospital, you are waiting there."

"Where's how's it going, ma'am?" I was hoping for anxiety.

"I don't know how exactly, now take your bag. We have to get there soon" he said.

"Okay, ma'am," I went flat and left the office.

Picking up the bag still lying in the field, I went back to wait for Ms. Ismawati in front of the office space. Ignoring the dozens of pairs of eyes that were staring cynically. I tried to calm my restless heart, with all my prayers.

Ms. Ismawati wore a light green jacket, then gave me a helmet to wear. The first time he had a conversation with her, walking down the streets of the city without saying a word.

Arriving at the parking lot, Ms. Ismawati pulled over the motorbike and we walked side by side entering the hospital in the city center. The situation of the first-floor hospital was filled with outpatients sitting in line at each treatment clinic. The smell of medicine wafted throughout the room. My heart thumped even more thinking about how Deliana's current condition was.

Riding the elevator, I was taken to the third floor. Then walk in one of the last rooms. The footsteps grew slower when he saw Mr. Alfin sitting languidly in the waiting room. Next to him, there was Mr. Suryo who was busy receiving calls. I would love to talk to Mr. Alfin for a while, but I remember his position as a teacher.

"Excuse me, sir," Ms. Ismawati said, making Mr. Alfin turn towards us.

He looked at me for a moment, I stared back at him for a long time. Wish Mr. Alfin could read the sadness from my eyes that had been glazed over.

"How, sir, is he?" asked Bu Ismawati while sitting on the front bench.

"It's still unconscious, ma'am," replied Mr. Alfin with an anxious look on his face.

These three teachers were compactly staring at me simultaneously. There was a hint of jealousy when Mr. Alfin was more worried about other girls than thinking about my heart feeling filled with deep guilt.

"Izin interrogated my student first. Sorry, I spoke in the back, afraid to disturb the patients here," said Mr. Alfin as he stood up.

Mr. Suryo just nodded, as did Ms. Ismawati. I walked behind Mr. Alfin. Arriving at the outside terrace of the hospital, Mr. Alfin sat down. I was still standing in front of him. The crowd of visitors who come in and out of the main door makes the atmosphere sound quite rowdy.

"Talk as a girlfriend what student, sir?" I try to warm the mood.

"Not kidding," he said with a sharp look.

I'm speechless. He's being fierce. Even though we were not in class, there were no school residents who saw, we talked still in the hours of the lesson. I regret asking that question with a boyfriend who is too professional as if forgetting how to keep feeling.

"I'm sorry, sir," I said, looking down.

It still feels carried away when I remember last night I have not fully forgiven yesterday's mistakes. I hope Mr. Alfin will solve personal problems first before discussing other problems. It's just that, I don't dare to sue because my position is now only a student.

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