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55. Handsome Teacher In New School

“Assalammualikum ..” greet someone who comes from outside the room.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” my reply was accompanied by the principal's mother.

“Please come in, Mr. Reza,” the word of the middle-aged woman in white hijab in front of me.

“Thank you, Mom. Oh, yes, if you may know what I am called?” ask the handsome teacher with a pussy trim.

“Pak, please take Anissa to class XI IPA,” tell bu kepsek.

“Oh, fine, Mom. Come, come with me,” invite Mr. Reza who was watching on the right side.

We both went and walked in unison, to get to the classroom took a few minutes, because we had passed the second floor of the school building. Mr. Reza was just staring small, but reluctant to say.

Because he didn't want to say, I started first. “Mr teacher here?”

“Yes, you're a new student, yes?” the question is very awkward.

“I am a new student, Sir,” I replied.

“Replacement from which school?” tanyakanya. “As ever see.”

“I moved from High School Gemilang, Sir. Oh, yes, I am also like a stranger see Mr.” Then, we paused for a moment, while the gazes were still equally fixed without turning away.

Before long, we walked back and entered the room. A faint sound, the extremely chaotic voices of students and students were created from the classroom. However, it stopped immediately when we were in the doorway.

Because I felt so awkward, I just followed Mr. Reza from behind. Then she sat her body on the chair, staring at me who was still very scared. To say, it feels like the mouth is reluctant to open. In fact, from earlier my voice was good enough to chat with the teacher.

Seeing my fear, Mr. Reza raised his body while standing to the right. I stared at him for a bit because he threw a big smile on the whole classroom.

“Kids, we have new students coming. Come on, please introduce your name,” tell Mr. Reza please.

“Assalammualaikum ..” my sap.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ...,” room-wide response.

“Include my name Anissa Almahera, just call Anissa. I am a transfer student from Gemilang High School, hopefully you can be good friends with me. Thank you, assalammualikum ..”

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..”

After all responding well, Mr. Reza again sat down while allowing me to sit on the back bench. However, when I stepped one step, a student sitting in front stopped my actions for a moment.

“Eh, it looks like I've seen you, deh,” he said spontaneously.

“Ziva, where have you seen him? Kan, he's a new kid,” replied his countryman a little whisper.

While I was looking at the beautiful woman without hijab carefully. Yes, finally the moment a few months ago replayed.

“Yes, I'm like I've seen you,” I replied.

“Ziva, if you want to meet later when you rest,” sambar Pak Reza spontaneously.

“Bentar, sir, if it's not wrong you ever champion one of the Mathematics Olympics, right, this year?” tanyakanya.

“I-iya, I have won, against this school.” After answering, Mr. Reza raised his body from the chair.

“Anissa,” call him.

“Iya, Sir?” my many.

“Try you here, because I want to ask a little.” Then, I followed Mr. Reza's invitation and stood back in front of the class.

To begin with words, I cannot. Because at this new school, I don't want to brag. Especially because I have promised to be ordinary for many friends.

“Nissa, I am Ziva. Your opponent who was at the Olympics, you forgot? Kan, we once exchanged bracelets in the corridor,” sambarnya.

“Wah, it turns out we are the arrival of seniors from SMA that we can never beat in the race. Lucky we came to Anissa,” praise Mr. Reza.

“Pak, don't overdo it, I'm so embarrassed.” After saying that, I turned my head to the floor.

“Nissa, the performance is to be proud of, not overdone. Okay, you can sit down now.” Mr. Reza invited me to take the back seat.

Right in front of the vision, Ziva seemed to be giving the code. However, I just stared at the material that had been written by the teacher on the board. This morning made me feel very comfortable, because at this school I felt how well I was received.

Although in old school I also felt very comfortable, but only this time I felt very comfortable. In the future, I leave it to God. Hopefully everything I want can be achieved through this school to study abroad.

Not long after, the bell rang. Students and students rushed out of the room. Since I had no friends at the new school, I walked over and sat on the blue iron chair. As a routine every morning, diary books are always in the grasp, writing and telling complaints and grievances.

A gust of wind like the presence of someone began to be felt. Yes, he was a handsome man who was stunned staring. Wearing a scout uniform while throwing a knotty smile.

“Pak Reza,” says.

“Can I sit?” tanyakanya.

“Bby, Sir, please just.” After I answered, the teacher sat down on the right side.

Regardless of the teacher, I simply stared at the diary and wrote non-stop. Until one day, he gave me mineral water.

“Are you thirsty?” tanyakanya.

“Eh, Sir, who is this for?” I answered while throwing away the question.

“Emang here is anyone?” said.

I just shook my head twice, because in the current location there is only me and Mr. Reza. Initially want to refuse the gift, but the message from the mother, never make others feel hurt if giving something halal.

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied.

“Oh, yes, why are you so interested in entering this school?” tanyakanya.

“Because of what, yes, sir. I actually want to run from the past.”

“Last time with someone?”

“Yes, sir, maybe that way I can be free.”

“Is with you running from the problem, all of it will be resolved?” tanyanya, then I turned around for a while, she furrowed her eyebrows.

“I'm not sure, sir, but what's the harm in trying.”

“You have taken the right decision.”

“Meanour?” my question is full of search.

“Ya .. I think you have moved to this school. In addition to equally many achievements, you can meet my handsome teacher.” Finished saying, Mr. Reza closed his mouth suddenly.

Right on the blue bench, I simply threw away the gaze because it felt so strange. This morning's incident was the first time I've experienced it, because I felt so close to a teacher who had only met once.

Suddenly, the class bell rang. Quickly, I raised my body and wanted to enter the room.

“Pak, I'm sorry,”.

“Iya, Nissa, please.”

“Assalammualicum, Sir.”

“Wa’alaikumsallam .. graceful once the schoolgirl, besides being beautiful she is also very polite.” There was a faint compliment from Mr. Reza.

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