OUR FRUIT OF HEART

Coming Late

Mr. Ahmad increased the speed of his motorcycle, he hoped to quickly get to where Rasti taught. The journey of about twenty-five minutes, already taken by Mr. Ahmad and now he has arrived in front of his school Rasti.

By the time Pak Ahmad Pak Ahmad had arrived in front of the gate of his school Rasti, he saw Rasti's motorcycle was still there and parked in front of the teacher's room.

Mr. Ahmad deliberately did not tell him that he was in front of the gate of his school Rasti, Mr. Ahnad immediately guided and parked his motorcycle in front of the southern classroom.

Mr. Ahmad did not hesitate in stepping his feet when he wanted to meet with Rasti, even though he came very late.

It is now one hour and ten minutes, while Mr. Ahmad promised the same Rasti would come to pick up Rasti at exactly one hour. Then Mr. Ahmad was ten minutes late.

Mr. Ahmad did not care, whatever the important risk he came to see Rasti. He took off the black helmet he still wore 1, then put it on the rearview mirror.

qPak Ahmad rushed his feet full of confidence that Rasti would not be angry with him, he walked a little down as the sunlight was getting hot right above his head.

Though drizzle accompanied the journey to where Rasti taught, but when Pak Ahmad arrived at his school Rasti just the atmosphere of the sky was getting brighter. Could this be a good sign for the journey of his love for Mr. Ahmad to Rasti.

Geck, tok, tok.

Mr. Ahmad knocked on the living room door, he recalled the first time he came here. His gaze circled around the entire living room that was already quiet, he looked towards the parking lot of the teacher's special motorcycle. There are only two motorcycles, one belongs to Rasti and the other belongs to Bu Wahyu.

But Pak Ahmad did not know that it was a bicycle belonging to Bu Wahyu, because between Pak Ahmad and Bu Wahyu did not know each other.

"Assalamualaikum" said Mr. Ahmad saluted.

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Bu Wahyu to answer greetings.

Rasti who heard the greeting from Mr. Ahmad, only answered the greeting in his heart and pretended not to recognize Mr. Ahmad. Even Rasti asked Bu Wahyu who met Mr. Ahmad in the living room.

Bu Wahyu walked out while holding Rasti, but Rasti released the hand of Bu Wahyu and pushed the body plan of Bu Wahyu to quickly meet Mr. Ahmad.

"Come, out! we meet the guest." ask Bu Wahyu, take Rasti out to meet his guest no matter who comes.

"No way, there's only Revelation that meets its guests!" stalk Rasti while turning her body.

"Well, I met the guest!" bu Wahyu said walking towards the living room, to see who came to school this afternoon.

"Eh, there's a guest. Sorry who are you, huh?" ask Bu Wahyu to Pa Ahmad.

"My name is Ahmad!" replied Mr. Ahmad as he extended his right hand towards Bu Wahyu. Bu Wahyu also grabbed it and said his own name.

"Oh, Mr. Ahmad! i'm Revelation. Please enter!" sahut Bu Wahyu invited Pak Ahmad to sit in the living room.

Hearing Bu Wahyu mention the name of Mr. Ahmad, Rasti was surprised and was touched standing from his seat. I can't believe that Mr. Ahmad is currently in this place.

Rasti pretended not to know that in the living room there was Mr. Ahmad, and it seems that Bu Wahyu asked the purpose of Mr. Ahmad's arrival here.

"What do you need, Mr Ahmad came here?" ask Miss Revelation throw a smile.

"Ohhh, Miss Rasti? there is, there is, there is." said Bu Revelation eagerly informing the whereabouts of Rasti.

"Bu Rasti is inside, just a second! I call first." said Bu Wahyu, asking that Mr. Ahmad patiently wait in the living room.

Bu Wahyu walked waving into the teacher's room, and called Rasti who looked cool playing his cellphone.

"Bu Rasti, there's a guest! the guest is a tall man nyariin Bu Rasti." said Bu Wahyu while patting Rasti's back, slowly.

"Let's say, Rasti's sleeping!" chord Rasti was upset with Mr. Ahmad.

"Don't! pity him, it has been a long wait." said Bu Wahyu reprimanding Rasti in a soft voice, afraid to be heard from outside.

"That's a damn thing, Mom! meet him, promise him a rubber clock. Huft!!!" rasti replied, grunting rudely.

"Meet me for a minute, he's been brought here. Far away come here to see Miss Rasti, but not found 'pity him." said Bu Wahyu frowned, he tried to advise Rasti to meet Mr. Ahmad in the living room.

"Hmmm, don't want to! just get him home, Mom!" gerutu Rasti asked Bu Wahyu to let Mr. Ahmad come home.

"Do I need to call Mr. Ahmad, here? so that Miss Rasti doesn't have to bother walking into the living room?" said Bu Wahyu gave a good idea to Miss Rasti.

"Don't! no need, Mom! let me meet Mr. Ahmad there." Hardik Rasti held back the footsteps of Miss Revelation.

"Well! so dong, do not make others disappointed if you do not want to be disappointed!." exclaimed Bu Wahyu, insinuating Rasti who walked grudgingly to the living room.

Rasti, who had stepped into the living room, immediately stopped his steps and turned to approach Bu Revelation.

"Yahmmahhh!" suddenly Rasti kissed the gnarled cheek of Bu Wahyu who from earlier nagged continuously, making Rasti growled.

According to the Lord, his words are true. But Rasti is a type of woman who is arrogant and not easy to accept advice from others. So often Rasti ignores the words of the Lord of Revelation who gives advice to him.

"Diem, why! don't keep nagging!" pinta Rasti after kissing the cheek of Bu Wahyu.

"Huh, you hard coconut! uh chief!" snorting Bu Wahyu while cleaning his cheek from the former kiss Rasti, the cheek of Bu Wahyu looks red because of the lipstick used by Rasti.

Rasti immediately met Mr. Ahmad and sat in a chair next to Mr. Ahmad, his face moody and bent down. He did not want to look at the face of Mr. Ahmad, Rasti was a little upset and emotional because the words of Mr. Ahmad did not match the reality.

"Bu Rasti is angry with me?" ask Ahmad in a soft voice.

"No!" rasti replied, shaking his head, slowly.

"Mom Rasti going home?" continued Mr. Ahmad continued to ask.

"No!" sahut Rasti in a soft voice.

"Lantas, why is Miss Rasti silent! Miss Rasti hungry?" said Mr. Ahmad looked at the face of Rasti who was still down and turned his lips.