Niki For Nata

For Bel

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"Puition's good. But I was curious about the last word. NP, what is NP? Can you clear? Maybe your friends are also curious, son," said soft mother Devina.

"Nata Prasetyo," Niki said without a voice. But his lips were clear, saying those two words. The full name of the eye itself.

"What?" ask Devina's mom. Because he can't read Niki's lips properly. He just guessed, so he wasn't sure. Devina's mother walked up to Niki and asked back.

"Can you repeat what you said? Strong dong let your friends hear."

"Nata Prasetyo, ma'am," said Niki later, whispering in front of Devina's mother. The few students who heard that, cheered. Some even whispered to the gardens that did not listen earlier because of the sound of Niki's voice.

Suddenly, they were all cheering. Cieee, teases Niki who boldly expresses love through poetry to a cold man and in front of her own teacher again.

How confident a Niki is. And in Physics XI class, only he has this kind of high self-confidence. There's no shame in the least.

In fact, Sandra who felt ashamed of her best friend. He may be acting silly for the man he loves. Sandra pengjdnjk, hiding her face down, stared at the class's white ceramics. His friend who was cheered on, he who was ashamed of himself.

While Nata, did not care about the boisterous voice of that class. The important thing is that he has done his job according to Bu Devina's orders, the rest he uses to read physics, physics and physics books.

The punishment given by Papa Tirta is, he must be diligent in learning, memorize all the physics formulas and his phone and camera will return. Nata is a normal teenage boy. Who is not too crazy about gadgets, but also empty without gadgets.

If there is a gadget, it can search many things. Good shooting technique, which view is more beautiful. There are many things he can look for, especially about the camera world. Hobbi he was from childhood without papa Tirta tau. Her late mother knew about it. Therefore, Mama Nata gave him a camera.

That camera you've been guarding, these last few years. Almost burned by the father.

Class XI Physics 1, it is usual boisterous like this if the teacher who teaches is Devina's mother. Other teachers even the next class would have understood that. Therefore they never protest. It is not wrong to learn with a voice. Just do not sound out because you are busy taking care of other people's affairs. Wong they don't necessarily want to be skinny. Why treat people?

Hearing Nata's full name mentioned by Niki, Devina's mother understood. He was also young once. Love during High School is often also called monkey love. He also smiles himself. It was in High School first.

Strange this teacher. His students are in love, not forbidden or advised. Even smile, as if giving support to Niki to fight for love. Mother Devina, a teacher different from other teachers.

"Mother children, love of the opposite sex is natural. And we don't know when that love came, to whom it grew, how it shaped, nobody can guess. But I want to say one thing, make love as your motivation to be better."

"Yes, like this Niki. Usually Indonesian language lessons are worth it. Lha today, she was the one who finished first with the task that mother gave. What it means, love him to the opposite sex it brings him to a positive thing. Therefore, mother is not angry. I'm not forbidden."

"But I have to promise one thing."

"What is that, ma'am?" ask Niki curiously. Also accepted by his other friends. Just a lot of girls. They're kepo, just like Niki.

"Do you know or want to know?"

The teacher even stalled time. His students were curious. There are those who wait while the mouth gaping, there are scratching their heads when not itchy and some are closing the book reflexively out of curiosity. The focus will be divided if the book is still open and shows the contents of the book.

"You know what mom is" they said.

"No, ma'am," they answered together. Some are also shaky.

"Therefore, take good care of your love. Use it as a motivation and inspiration for your life. Okay?" mama Devina. It feels like he's been talking too long. There are still many students who have not presented to the front of the class.

"Okay, ma'am."

Devina's mother started to get serious again. Continue the presentation to the next student. Give them space to move forward without being told to. Just like Niki.

Now, there is Nata who has not read the navel. All the students were curious about Nata's poem. What is the reply to Niki's poem? Is it about love? Or ... is it about the physics formula? Or Chemical? The whole class knew Nata loved to read physics books.

"Come, Nata! You go forward. You are the one who has not presented. I want to see how well you understand poetry."

Nata has not advanced. He was still sitting quietly in his chair. While his friends were already starting to whisper, I don't know what they whispered.

"Nata Prasetyo! Is there a student here named Nata Prasetyo?" ask Devina's mom. He knocked on the table three times. Keep students focused on looking ahead. No exception to Nata.

"There, ma'am," replied Nata's friends.

"If there is, move forward!" timpal Devina's.

"Nata, you were told to go forward with Miss Devina," whispered Tito to Nata.

"Me?" nata asked, beating his own drinya.

"Yoye, mamen. Is there a Nata Laen?"

"Yes but, why should I?" asked Nata with a confused face.

"Because you're not there yet, bro," said Salin impatiently. Honestly, he was also curious about his best friend's poetry. Is it poetic Niki or vice versa?

After getting an explanation from his friends, Nata also closed his physics book. Then he reached for his Indonesian book which he had previously frowned upon. He opened the book, right on the poem he had made earlier. Then he went forward.

The mood of the class was suddenly silent. Like students taking the National exam, there should be no vote. They can hold their mouths so they don't make a sound. For the sake of being able to hear carefully the contents of the poem from a Physics nerd man, in their class. Yeah, that nickname was just right for Nata.

"I'll...."

Nata has not finished with the percentage, even the opening has not, or the title has not, the school bell is sounding. That means Indonesian language lessons are over. Time to go home.

"Yaaaah," said the whole class. There was a disappointed tone in that voice. They don't ring too fast. Rare right? Usually, students will be happy to cheer if the bell comes home. This is it, heavy. This is all for the sake of being able to hear the poetry of creation from the man's eight-door refrigerator.

To be continue.....