OUR FRUIT OF HEART

The Restrained Step

"Sir Ahmad, wait!" prevent Rasti with a loud voice.

Mr. Ahmad stopped his footsteps who had just arrived in the middle of the living room door. He turned his body and looked at Rasti who was still sitting casually in the corner chair.

"What's up, Mom?" sahut Pak Ahmad.

"Say I want my HP number! loh ko hurriedly left" said Rasti, immediately got up from his seat and approached Mr. Ahmad who was still standing in the middle of the door.

"Where is Pa Ahmad? can I borrow it for a minute?" rasti asked, opening and pointing his right hand towards Mr. Ahmad.

Pak Ahmad spontaneously reached into his pants pocket to take his cellphone, but it turned out to be Mr. Ahmad ngedrop.

"Now, my hp!" said Mr. Ahmad while giving his cellphone to Rasti.

Rasti pressed the screen hp Pak Ahmad many times but did not open the menu display and it turned out that Pak Ahmad had exhausted his battery.

"What? His cellphone person Pak Ahmad ngedrop kok" exclaimed Rasti while returning Pak Ahmad's HP.

"Nih hpnya, I return it." continued Rasti reached out his right hand and put hp belonging to Mr. Ahmad into the pocket of batik clothes that he was wearing at this time.

Mr Ahmad immediately took back his phone and double-checked, making sure whether the phone really dropped?.

"Oh, yes Mom! sorry if my battery runs out" said Mr. Ahmad told Rasti.

"What did I say, just now?" toilet pursed his lips and sat back in his chair.

It was seen that Mr. Akhmad kept his cellphone back in his pocket and took a puloen and a piece of paper to write down his phone number and gave it to Rasti who was having a snack.

"This is it, Mom! my hp number. Please keep it in contact with Ms. Rasti, yes?" pinta Pak Ahmad, put a piece of paper on the front desk of Rasti.

"Yes!" rasti replied, still feeling bete.

"I'll go home first, Mom! Assalamualaikum" continued Mr. Ahmad immediately went from Junior High P.

"Yes, yes! be careful on the road" Rasti's message to Mr. Ahmad.

"Thank you, Mom!" sahut Pak Ahmad nodded slowly.

Mr. Ahmad walked loudly by carrying a backpack that seemed not heavy, towards the motorcycle parking of the teacher in front of the school.

"Mom!" shouted Mr. Ahmad held back Rasti's footsteps who was about to enter the classroom, because there was a clock in the ninth grade alternating with Bu Lastri.

Rasti also turned his head slowly, and glanced towards Pak Ahmad.

"Don't forget to call me, tonight!" shouted Pah Ahmad and quickly pulled his motorcycle gas to pick up Mr. Hasbi who was in another school, both were carrying out socialization duties.

"God willing" replied Rasti, shrewd and walking down the corner leaving Pak Ahmad who was slowly riding his motorcycle.

"What dream was I, last night? this morning I met a woman who was God. But pretty is she, too, Dad? hmmm" muttered Mr. Ahmad on his way to pick up Mr. Hasbi.

After Rasti was already in the ninth grade, he remembered a piece of paper bearing Mr. Ahmad's phone number left on the living room table.

"Well, where's the paper?" ask Rasti to yourself. He circulated the view to all corners to find a paper containing the number hp Mr. Ahmad. To the extent that Rasti walked backwards which hit Bu Lastri.

"Aduwww" shouted Rasti who almost stepped on the foot of Bu Lastri.

"Eh, Miss Lastri. I'm sorry, Mom!" said Rasti while continuing to look for the existence of paper.

"Bu Rasti is looking for what, anyway? until there has to be a walk back event too! fortunately, I did not step on my foot, it is a pity if hit by my new shoes hiks." scolded Miss Lastri while wiping her new shoes, using a tissue available on the guest table.

"Emmm, that! anu, Mom!" rasti answered the prestige to ask Miss Lastri.

"Speak clearly, Mom! who knows, I can help find him." Bu Lastri offered help to Rasti.

"I was looking for a paper containing__" Rasti's speech was cut because there was a call from students so that Rasti immediately returned to ninth grade to continue learning this afternoon.

"Sorry, Miss Lastri. I was willing to teach first, already awaited ninth grade." said Rasti, while carrying a student worksheet book.

"Yes, Mom! go ahead!" sahut Bu Lastri invited Rasti to continue learning in ninth grade.

While walking Rasti wondered, where was the paper given by Mr. Ahmad. It seems Rasti really wanted the paper, but initially cuwek duck and there was no good response to Pak Ahmad.

"Where's the paper, Dad? hmm" hela Rasti grumbled in her heart.

"Bu Rasti was looking for this paper, right?" said Bu Lastri, his voice surprised Rasti who was daydreaming in the teacher chair while watching students learn the group making discussion texts.

"Well! yes Mom! ko, Miss Lastri know that I'm looking for that paper?" rasti replied surprised, looking at Bu Lastri holding a paper with the number hp Pak Ahmad.

"This, it is in a scrap of paper that the name of Bu Rasti is written. Mr. Ahmad's phone number, make Bu Rasti keep it in contact hp Bu Rasti." said Bu Lastri read the contents of the message, Rasti also stumbled to hear Bu Lastri read the contents of the dish.

"Over the length of the writing, I guess it's just her phone number!" chirp Rasti felt a little angry at the attitude of Mr. Ahmad.

"This, accept! keep it in your heart, eh! that means keep it in contact hp Bu Rasti." pinta Bu Lastri while giving the paper to Rasti.

"Thank you, Mom!" rasti said with a smile.

"Yes, equally" Bu Lastri replied, patting Rasti's shoulder slowly.

"I was so embarrassed, it was Bu Lastri who found him hyks hyks" Rasti chuckled.

"No problem" sambar Bu Lastri. It turned out that Miss Lastri heard Rasti muttering.

"More teaching, passion!" rasti exclaimed, cheering himself on and quickly stepped into the ninth classroom.

"It is better to keep Mr. Ahmad's phone number in my phone contact, according to the message in this piece of paper. Instead of forgetting again, wash! cannot read his writing! adwww can be berabe." Rasti pours ideas for herself.

Soon Rasti took his phone in the pocket of the pink uniform he was wearing at the moment, and looked for the "contact" menu immediately He kept Mr. Ahmdad's phone number with pleasure.

"Click, save! okay, done! stored very here, don't disappear again ya!" Finally Rasti managed to save the number hp Pak Ahmad.