OUR FRUIT OF HEART

Sincerity of a Person

"Seriously, Mom! Miss Rasti wouldn't if I bought something for Miss Rasti? as a sign of my apology to Ms. Rasti." said Mr. Ahmad, reaffirming.

"No, Sir! there is no need to bother buying something for me, because right now I only need someone who sincerely loves me for who I am." replied Rasti in a floating tone.

"Oh, so! So, according to Miss Rasti, I tioe someone insincere?" sahut Pak Ahmad responded to Rasti's remarks that were like people were struggling.

"Eh, what the hell is Mr. Ahmad! what was I talking about?" ask Rasti to Ahmad. Rasti forgot what he said a few seconds ago.

"Haduws! ko, so ask me? kan just now Miss Rasti who said to myself the same as me, that Miss Rasti wants the existence of someone who is sincere. Isn't that what Miss Rasti said just now?" said Mr. Ahmad who began to be confused by the forgotten remark of Rasti.

"Hiks, hiks, that's it sir! don't think about what I said just now." Pinta Rasti to Mr. Ahmad.

"Hmmm, alright!" replied Mr. Ahmad cleared his throat slowly.

It seems that Rasti's mind is chaotic at this time, so he forgot his own words and when Pak Ahmad responded Rasti asked Pak Ahmad not to think about his words.

"Well, by the way, coming home from teaching what's the show, ma'am?" asked Mr. Ahmad to divert the conversation.

"Events? what is Pak Ahmad's intention? I don't have any show!" sahut Rasti responded to Mr Ahmad's question.

"I think, Ms. Rasti already has a schedule of events after teaching" said Mr. Ahmad in a flat tone.

"There was no show at all, at most I went straight home and slept!" rasti replied to tell the schedule of his activities after teaching.

"Emmm, what if we meet at one o'clock today?" invite Mr. Ahmad, want to meet with Rasti for the second time.

"Meet? what's the matter, sir?" asked Rasti while frowning.

"Yes, meet! face-to-face! we are chatting to share information" said Mr. Ahmad in a firm voice.

"If you meet the goal just to share information, via text messages can also! no need to meet and face to face." said Rasti was upset.

What does he want from Ahmad? looks like Rasti put more hope in Mr. Ahmad.

"Lantas, what does Miss Rasti want when we meet?" ask Mr. Ahmad, wondering.

"Yeah, we're eating meatball cake! eat cake soup, or eat ice cream so be romantic! the time to meet is just for unimportant conversation! hooft!" sahut Rasti with a slightly high tone.

"Ohhh, that's what Miss Rasti meant. What do I think I want?" chirped Mr. Ahmadad, plainly Mr. Ahmad responded to Rasti's remarks.

"Yee, you pictor!" snapped Rasti, feeling upset with Mr. Ahmad who misinterpreted with Rasti's speech.

"Talking about the future? not in the distance? are you ready to go to the household?" consecutive questions were asked by Rasti to Mr. Ahmad.

"Yes, the name of a normal human being certainly wants to be married. Building a good family, sakinah mawadah warohmah. Whether or not you're ready depends on the person!" sir Ahmad said with ease.

"Sir Ahmad, heloww! we're talking about what exactly?" tanya Rasti disperse the delusion of Mr. Ahmad who already wants to let go of his bachelor.

"Talking about our future! uh, it means my future or the time of deoan Bu Rasti." said Mr. Ahmad nervously.

Mr. Ahmad is afraid of mispronouncing, later there is even an ilfeel Bu Rasti with him. Finally, Mr. Ahmad intends to end his conversation via text message.

"Mom, I wait one o'clock at noon at the Great Mosque of Brebes! I say off first, there is still a task that I have to finish today" said Mr. Ahmad, and ended his conversation without waiting for a reply from Rasti.

Mr. Ahmad was very confident, if Rasti would meet at exactly one noon at the Great Mosque of Brebes.

"Who do you think you are, sir? just want to tell me to come there to meet you who are very sad. Huffttt is upset!" grouse Rasti, and immediately turn off his cellphone.

Rasti was again preoccupied with school administration, with Bu Wahyu he worked on it. Soon the bell in the last lesson had rung aloud, by which time it had been twelve hours and fifteen minutes.

"Well, the bell has rung! though I just want to enjoy a snack brought by the same Miss Revelation! unfortunately, if not immediately spent." chirped Rasti smiling towards Bu Wahyu who is still busy in front of the leptop.

Hearing and seeing the attitude of Rasti, Miss Revelation laughed without a single word spoken. It seemed like he was concentrating on counting something, not knowing what he was counting. It could be that Bu Wahyu is counting his words Rasti, who had been grumbling himself.

"Take the food, just get to class. Don't forget to drink, and that leftovers stuck to the cheeks are cleaned immediately before entering class! wash your hands too, luoa!" said Bu Wahyu immediately gave advice to Rasti, when he found out his friend who was nervous.

"Ha, ha, yes, yes! it is also cleaning up food scraps" said Rasti while gently rubbing her cheeks are cuby and smooth.

"Alhamdulillah, it's clean! it's time to go to class" said Rasti who was still standing in front of the mirror looking at herself.

"Hmm, beautiful indeed I admit the young age he had. Another with me, whom you have long betrayed." Rasti sings a song themed heartache, it seems that the current overflow of his heart that has just been left married to his ex-girlfriend.

"Hiks, hiks" there was a sound of restrained laughter, it turns out that Bu Wahyu who had been watching Rasti even though he was still busy in front of the leptop.

"Please, Miss Revelation don't laugh! later I swear, let Miss Revelation her body turned into a bully." said Rasti jokingly.

"Yee, not yeah! my body is always slim at all times, the body of Miss Rasti tuh! that widens everywhere" replied Bu Wahyu mocked Rasti.

"In the meantime I share this fat for Miss Revelation and also for another friend, hi hi hi" rasti said as he pinched the fat wrath that had sagged around his waist and threw it towards Bu Lastri who had just entered into the teacher's room.

"Weh, weh, weh! what's the matter? maybe someone is sharing?" ask Bu Lastri while sitting and enjoying a glass of warm tea made by Pak Kebun.