Niki For Nata

Part 3. NP (Nata Prasetyo)

Happy Reading's!

"Well, mother's children, our lesson today is poetry. Has anyone ever heard of poetry?"

"There, ma'am," said the students enthusiastically.

"Some one can explain what poetry is, its parts or its features?"

"Busyet, a lot," said Salim protested.

Giving criticism and advice to teacher mother Devina, was not a scary thing for them. Because Miss Devina is the most open teacher of her students and humble. Sometimes he made the student his friend.

"Mommy knows, poetry is an Indonesian lesson that has never stopped discussing since you set foot on the bench of SD, Junior High School, to High School as it is today."

"When you were in Elementary, it was mentioned about poetry. But not too deep. Well when SMP, you have started making poetry. What's right?"

Devina's mother patiently explained the Indonesian subject matter on this day. None of the classes were sleepy. They look excited. With Bu Devina's joke, they felt comfortable learning. Because Miss Devina teaches by various methods. Not monotonous, not just lectures or note books until they run out.

Ms. Devina also never distinguished her students. Because for him each student is unique, has a different character and intellectual. I catch every kid differently. He was very sure of that.

In addition, Ms. Devina also occasionally gives rewards in the form of food that she cooks herself for her students. In addition, praise is also often given to appreciate his students no matter how little effort he has done.

"Rubber, ma'am." They simultaneously nodded again.

"Who can explain the mother's question, can stand in place and explain it to friends."

A student stands up. Then explain it to his friends in his own language. Such is the excitement in this XI class, when learning Indonesian.

Then Devina's mother gave reinforcement about the poem. Even giving some examples reflexively of poetry that he wrote himself.

"Now, your job is to make a poem with the theme of love. I gave her an hour to write the poem. And later after the poem is finished, you will present it in front of the class. So that your friends can hear, give criticism and advice if there is still something to be improved. Can it? I'm sure I can. Mother's kids are all smart."

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"Time is up. Come on, who wants to go first?" Devina's mother told and asked her students.

"I, ma'am," answered the female voice, breaking the silence in the classroom. Instantly everyone cheered happily, because there was a friend who represented them starting his presentation.

There are some students who embrace the understanding that the first to appear is scary, not confident. But if someone has started, then by itself they will flow in turns as they want.

"You, Niki? Tumben?"

Mother Devina was a little surprised by this one of her students. He knows that Niki is not an expert in the Indonesian language. Not that he hated that lesson. Even though the value is never above seven will be those subjects.

This proves that Niki is mediocre in Indonesian subjects. And today, it is not usual that he finished first the task that Devina's mother gave him. Usually, Dea and Nino are always first. Because they are so bright, they love this one lesson.

"Are you really done?" devina's mother asked again to convince Niki.

"Yes, mom. I'm done already. I can check it if I don't believe it."

Feeling that something was wrong with Niki, Devina's mother stepped onto the bench where Niki was. Right next to Nata's table, on the third table from the front. Niki and Nata are only separated by a small passageway. To the left of Niki is Sandra.

Sandra was also no less surprised by Niki's exact words. He glared his eyes when Niki said that he was done and ready for the presentation first.

"Borrow your notebook" said Devina's mother.

Niki directly thrust her notebook to Devina's mother.

Miss Devina was also bearded after reading Niki's poem. There are four stanzas. And the words are very poetic. It was seen from Devina's mother's smile that was so sweet after reading Niki's scribbled poem.

With a careful step because of his shoes, also with a slippery ceramic floor, the sound of heels Bu Devina quite seized the attention of the students. The sound of the typical heels that of course they have memorized in the head. Not out of the head. It disappears outside the head.

Devina's mother was their favorite teacher, who was far from a killer like a chemistry teacher or math teacher.

"I'm going forward, Mom?" niki said, it looks impatient. His friends' attention became focused on him.

"Oh yes, please!"

What about Nata? Yeah, biase. He doesn't care. He prefers to be busy with his science books. His Indonesian book he put on his right side. He is done with his poetry.

You are my everything

Nikita Demora's

XI Physics 1

Niki begins reading the title and author of the poem itself.

You are my sunshine

You are present in a cold heart

Gave warmth in every step of my way

You are like a star that shines at night

Which is able to shine a light on my heart that has long dimmed

You are my everything

You're the first one to stop in this heart

A heart that has never been touched by the warmth of love

You are present without me being able to fit in my chest

Like the sunshine that gives me warmth in my life

You are my everything

Your smile is like an opium to me

Distracting my world from all the gloom

Thank you love

Thank you for being present in my life

Filling my succumbs

You are my everything

I will take care of this heart only for you

My frog prince who always resides in the tribe

Love you in silence I would

Just so you're happy

Then I'll be happy

NP

Huuuuu

Cheers from his friends and applause echoed in the room. The room is always closed due to air conditioning.

Niki ended her poem with a smile. His gaze led to the table of Nata Hoping that the person who was seen as being carried away by his poetry made his classmates cheer, applaud. Give support to girls who are adoring, longing, loving in silence.

But what, everything is not as expected. Nata did not glance at him in the slightest. No reaction in the least. No clapping nor cheering. While Sandra, gawking with the content of Niki's poetry. Too much he thinks his best friend that one.

To be Continue....