My madam, my poison

The boy was named Haikal

Lyra's school is now pretty far from my house. It takes about 15 minutes to reach it by car.

"Assalamu'alaikum," I said as I entered the teacher's room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said one of the teachers who arrived earlier that morning than the other teachers.

How fortuitous. On the desk of the bespectacled teacher I saw a board that read "FAHIRA, Spd", GUARDIAN CLASS 1.

"Can I help you, Mom?"

"What's a 1st grade homeroom?"

"Rubber, Ma. Please sit down."

"My name is Azzura, I am the parent of a first-grader named Alyra Azzalea" I explained.

"Oh, Lyra's mother. What's up, Mom?"

"Today Lyra can't get into school. When he woke up he complained that his head was dizzy."

"Previously, I as the school apologized for the stone throwing incident occurred in the school environment. I've sent a summons to his guardian Haikal" Fahira said.

"Sorry, if I may know which student Haikal is from Kindergarten?" my many.

"Actually Haikal is a transfer student from SD 03. He should have been in 2nd grade this year, but he stayed in class. So transferred to this school."

"Oh, so. Excuse me, can I know what caused Haikal to stay in class? What's his ability lacking?"

"Actually this Haikal is a smart student. It's just that he's so unruly. He does whatever he wants himself. Coincidentally I know a teacher who teaches at SD 03, he said Haikal never entered when the school held a semester test. Maybe that's what caused him to stay in class" said the hijab teacher.

Not long after, a voice of someone knocked on the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

I also looked towards that voice. It appeared that a middle-aged woman dressed in negligence was holding a male student. I think he's that kid called Haikal.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Haikal, where's your father?" ask Fahira.

"Sorry, Mom. Mr. Herdian can't keep up with Mom's call because he's busy. This morning he had left for work outside the city" explained the woman wearing the negligee. I understand now, this woman is not her mother, but her nanny.

"Dearly enough. Though there are many important things that I have to say to him regarding his son, Haikal."

"Mom can tell me, I will tell Mr. Herdi later."

When Ms. Fahira was talking to the woman, I suddenly felt like she was doing something on the back of my hijab. Sure enough, when I looked at him, I found him holding a red pencil. He must have used the dye to scribble my hijab.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. Why do you doodle the hijab from Azzura? Apologize quickly," said Ms. Fahira.

Instead of according, the boy stuck his tongue out at the teacher's mother.

He just left the room.

I'm astonished. Haikal's babysitter just kept quiet and didn't do anything.

"Sorry, is this mother Haikal's nanny?" my many.

"Yes, Mom."

"If I may know where his mother is? Is she so busy she can't take the time to come to this school?" ask again.

"Ehm .. Mr. Herdian and Kania's mother have been separated since Haikal was two years old and Haikal's custody fell into the hands of Mr. Herdi."

"Sorry, I don't know."

"Since then Haikal has often tantrums. She never wanted to hear anyone's advice including my nanny.

Plus the busyness of Mr. Herdi makes Haikal further with his own biological father."

"I think Haikal is just looking for attention. I tried to talk to his father to spend time with Haikal once in a while" Fahira said.

"Sorry, Mom. I don't dare."

"Sorry, if I may know what Mr. Herdi's job is?" my many.

"Pak Herdi is the owner of several boutiques in the city."

"May I know one of the names of the boutiques?"

"Butik JF, located not far from the campus.

Wait, isn't that boutique one of my convention subscriptions?

"If you don't dare talk to Herdi, let me try. I also don't want Lyra constantly being the target of her mischief."

Our conversation came to a halt when suddenly there was a commotion from the front of a classroom. Fahira and I hurried up from our seats and headed to the place. Apparently the commotion came from the front of the third classroom. There I saw a female student crying.

"What's this?" ask Fahira.

"Haikal, ma'am teacher," a few students.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim says. What else did the boy do?"

"Haikal pulled Naira's hair and cut it with scissors, Teacher," explained one of the students.

"Hidden in her classroom, teacher."

"That kid is really testing my patience!" Bu Fahira snorted in annoyance.

"If you allow me, let me find Haikal in his class" I said. Ms. Fahira nodded in agreement.

I passed from in front of Ms. Fahira and then to the first classroom where Haikal hid after doing mischief to one of his friends.

I circulated my gaze in the classroom until I finally found Haikal hiding under the teacher's desk.

"Why are you hiding under the table? You're playing hide-and-seek huh?" my many.

"I'm hiding so I don't get caught by the teacher."

I'm reviewing the smile.

"It's just that you're hiding, teacher already knows that you cut Naira's hair."

I slowly pulled Haikal's hand so he would get out of his hiding place.

"I'm just kidding, ma'am," Haikal said with a bowed face.

"Handering is okay, but don't go too far. Naira cried not because of pain, but she was disappointed if her hair was cut in such a rough way. It took him years to grow his hair. You also threw Lyra's head with a rock yesterday, right?"

"I don't like being rebuked."

"Your job of taking your classmate's stock is not good. My mother's daughter Lyra rebukes you because she doesn't want you to hurt her friend. If it happened to you, he would do the same. Lyra never chooses friends, she loves all her friends."

"I envy my friends who bring interesting supplies, unlike my provisions, fried rice continues."

Again I smile.

"Oh, so that's why. Um ... I have an offer for you."

"Offer?"

"Yes. You know what Lyra's box is?"

"Yes. Fill the box good and replace it every day."

"Mom can make you a Lyra-like stock every day as long as, …"

"As long as what?"

"You can't ever do anything bad to anyone in this school again."

"I just want to play. At home I have no friends to play with. Mom doesn't stay home anymore, dad is busy working, bi Tini is busy cleaning the house. I'm bored! No one is accompanying me to study!"

I looked gently into Haikal's eyes, then I rubbed his hair.

"If you get bored at home alone, you can play at Lyra's house. If you study together, it'll be more fun and exciting."

"I've been naughty with Lyra, aren't you mad at me?" ask Haikal.

I shook my head.

"Mother will be angry with you if you don't want to apologize to Lyra and Naira, and repeat it again."

"Well, after school I'm going to Mom's house to apologize to Lyra. But I promise you, make it look like I have Lyra."

"Yes, I promise. Now you meet Naira and apologize to her" I said.

Haikal nodded his head.

"I'm sorry I was naughty with you" Haikal said, extending his right hand.

Naira's crying started to subside. Although initially hesitant, he finally shook the hand of his class sister.

The entrance bell rings.

"Haikal went to class first. Mom's house in the LYRA convection, Tini's aunt would know. Mother's door is open to anyone" I said. Haikal nodded in understanding.

"Lyra's mother!"

I had just turned my back when Haikal suddenly called out to me.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Thank you."

I smiled until a second later this pair of neutrals warmed up.

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