MY WIFE IS STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL
My Son Lost 17 Years Ago
"good morning everyone" Rehan said in class. Rehan is the chair of this 1st semester one regular class. Every time he got to class, he always greeted his friends. Unlike me, I am famous for being quiet, cold, indifferent but caring, and smiling. This trait is a derivative of my father.
"morning my bed" said the girls who did a lot with the head of my class. Understandably, he is a distinguished family child. His father worked as a surgeon's lecturer while his mother was the principal at my foundation school. Yes, we do have family blood from my mother, my mother is the sister of her mother Rehan. My father chose his mother rehan as the headmaster of the foundation not because of the family dynasty, but his mother rehan is famous for the youngest professor who is 25 years in my city so my father relied on him in the world of education.
"guys, I have two news today. Good news and bad news. Before I tell you, you all want to choose the good news first or the bad news? ask her to all her friends. Rehan likes to make his friends curious.
"good news used to be high" said our famous chatty friend siska.
"yes ting, good news used to be high" said several other friends.
"okay, calm down everyone. Do not let our commotion interfere with the class next to the study" answered Rehan calmed his friends who slightly started the classroom atmosphere to be like a market.
"so gini, today father". rehan continued
"definitely Pak Eki does not enter ting" cut Oki who really likes the atmosphere without this lecturer.
"if you are all thousand I will not continue!. (he waits until everything is completely calm). All right, everybody listen up. Today Dr Eki can not enter because he is out of town" replied Rehan while waiting for everything to be completely calm and then convey the announcement.
"asyikkkk. go home quickly, go home quickly" cut again okta and followed by other friends.the atmosphere of the class becomes noisier again.
"brakkk".rehan hit the table that made everything stop from the storm because only once did they see the angry rehan.
"the bad news is, Dr. Eki asked that today's schedule be replaced Sunday at 08:00. And Bliau tolerates a delay of 5 minutes after teaching bliau, if there are more students than that please enter but the door is closed from the outside" answer Rehan in a rather loud tone conveying a message from Dr. Eki this Calculus lecturer.
"well ting, can't be replaced the other day. Sunday is a world day and also a high holiday, give us a high vacation, you are close to Dr. Eki, so you can seduce a little bliau" timpal Serly who did not want his day off used it.
"can't, because this is a request bliau.!" rehan replied.
"well, let's go home" said a few other friends who had begun to be disappointed and they left class to go home.
"han, you go straight home or something" I asked my niece. Although our mother was a brother and sister, but we were born only 5 days apart and the birth was first rehan.
"no, maybe hanging out in the cafeteria if not in the building E look for wifi" he replied. Building E is an open building for students that there is provided student equipment such as wifi, machine atm, photocopy. It is known for building E because the building resembles the letter E.
"we went to yuk High School, I miss the canteen. Counting all the nostalgia of the old school" I asked to offer rehan
"let me know. I'm buying this".
"hmmm, come on" he complied with my invitation.
we were immediately parked to take our motorbike. Both of us are prohibited from using the car, especially we only have a sim c. Rehan with his favorite motorcycle New CBR while I with a old CBR motor modified in the style of film dilan. This motorbike when I rarely use high school because it was banned by my father.
Although my father owns the foundation, only his mother rehanlah and Pak Cokro my father's best friend whose son is still sitting in class X. Mr. Cokro is known to be very strict, although he is 45 years older than my father, but the face of Mr. Cokro is still like a 30-something. His first child is in America for military school, while his second child is currently in college in England while his last child who has a beautiful and kind face is still sitting in high school.
arriving at SMA.
"oh, mas randi and mas rehan. Please enter mas". say hello to the school gatekeeper while opening the gate.
"thank you sir" said the two of us simultaneously, bowing our heads and smiling a little
"want to find mommy, huh mas rehan?" ask the totok sir to rehan who is already familiar with this rehan family.
"no sir, me and Randi just stopped by the school all want to eat in the cafeteria" replied Rehan to totok sir
"yes sir, we miss the same cuisine mbok darmi" said I chimed in rehan's answer.
"walah, walah, mas randi was also just a few months ago graduated already kangen aja same mbok darmi cuisine. Later if you pesen food do not forget the same father yes" replied totok sir while joking to randi.
"safe sir, let's go in first sir. The motorbike I put near the post father yes" I asked while leaving the motor near the post totok pack.
"yes mas, not papa mas, tarok aja there mas surely pak keepin kok" replied totok
"okay sir, thank you sir" I replied
" same mas" replied totok
they both put the bike next to the totok post and went straight to the darmi mbok canting. This mbok darmi canteen is located behind the twelfth classroom at the very end of the school. My father also did not ask for a levy for the sellers in this cafeteria, but they only paid a monthly cleaning fee of 10,000 which they paid to the janitor.
