Mystery of Love

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"Deuteronomy!!! " Pak Sartono made the announcement after explaining the cultural chapter of the nations in Asia. He is our IPS teacher.

Suddenly Mr. Eko appeared in our classroom, which was originally the office of the teacher's room. Because of limited space, the teacher's office space is blocked with cabinets and our classes are narrow and only able to accommodate students of about 20 children with distance between benches that mepet-mepet. Different from other classes.

"What I get the best value will I love the gift of donuts" said Mr. Eko as our homeroom teacher.

The male students were cheering with excitement.

"What a sir!"

"You're in dom!!

"Non by nyonto y!"

My friends put their opinions to each other

Mr. Sartono also began to read the retrial questions.

As is the custom when in Junior High when the repetition is on a piece of paper then I immediately answer the questions of my IPS teacher in the middle of the book sheet so that I can easily tear it later after completion.

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"Gathered!!"

I also reflexively pull the paper that has been written replies steadily without hesitation. After I had torn the paper and I wrote my name, I just turned to the side, to my best friend.

"Not on the mbak paper?"

"open.n!"

"Yes sala.m".I patted my forehead.why did I not ask first whether the repetition was in the book or on paper. It's too late now. My friends have collected their books at the teacher's desk.

"Sopo zinc nongkon nang paper?!" His impact when I saw him walking towards my seat.

I just kept quiet about not reacting because I didn't know how to behave. Maybe I should have handed him my paper and apologized to him for not knowing it was done in a book, not on a piece of paper. But I just kept quiet and went straight back to my place as if he ignored Mr. Sartono's words. I mean, I don't mean that. I was too nervous and scared.

The books are then distributed randomly to each student to be corrected and then collected again after given a formula by Mr. Sartono how to give value to the repetition this time.

After all the books had been collected back at the teacher's desk, Mr. Sartono then asked in a mocking voice, "piro nilaine zinc doesn't want paper?"

He looked for my paper among the books and finally got it.

"75?", then put it back. Maybe Mr. Sartono still seems annoyed at me and wants to mock me but I'm not too bad so he just shut up.

Alhamdulillah.com safe.my mind while rubbing my face with both palms of my hands.

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Entering Semester 2 at school, I felt my cough illness recurred and was more severe than usual. Since childhood, I have been coughing for a long time. A very painful cough.

It's been almost three weeks that my cough hasn't diminished either. Though I've been taking cough medicine but it doesn't seem to change. Even my body felt hot making me lie weakly on the floor which was only a patchwork in the cabin room.

It was just my cousin I was looking for when I opened my eyes. I want him to wait for me and take care of me. But of course it is not possible because he also has to go to school, pray and run his activities.

I saw a wall clock showing at one o'clock in the afternoon and I had not yet prayed dhuhur.

I feel so weak. My body was hot and I was shivering at the same time. I was really not strong enough to lift my body so I could sit let alone stand. Even though the distance of our room to the bathroom can be said to be quite far for people who are sick like me.

I asked for help on the steps to help get me to the bathroom so I could pray in a holy state