Romisa Life

44

"Well, Hendri is back on your bench, and will someone come forward again?" ask Misa after seeing Hendri come back and sit on her bench.

"I'm Mom." Chirps Ito raised one hand.

Misa nodded small. "It's okay, please move forward."

Ito came out of the table, he stepped forward towards the front of the class and stood right in the middle facing the students.

"Just start reading Ito, your poem," Misa said.

"Good Mom." Ito began to open his book, for a moment he glanced at Misa then looked back at the book he was holding.

And read out the title. "Shadows Miss Misa" Ito recited the title of the poem.

"Woy, how is there Miss Misa anyway? Do you want to read a poem if you want to reveal the contents of your heart?" Celtap Hendri.

"Both of it," Ito replied indifferently.

"Everything, listen first. Read Ito the content of the poem," the Mass said, nodding the head of the man's disciple.

Ito sighed softly, he began to recite the contents in the poem.

THE SHADOW OF THE MISSA

Every day it gets dark, your shadow is always present never absent.

When the lights go off, all I remember is the shadow of your face.

When you eat, walk, talk, even sleep you are always present in my brain.

Once, when I had a bad dream.

Your shadow accompanies me in fear.

Until I thought, and wondered... Why does Miss Misa always touch my brain?

Ito closed his book, staring straight ahead.

"Short your poem, Ito," said one of the students.

"Yes, it's okay that there's something important" Ito replied.

"Enak bener lo, nyamain Bu Misa the same spirit heaven." Celtap Hendri.

"The end of his shadow is loh, making the cave can not do any activity because there is everywhere Miss Misa," replied Ito with dramatic style.

"Ckckck.. kasian lo ito love claps one hand but stays in the shadow of his face." One of the female disciples felt sympathy.

Prok.prok.

Misa clapped her hands loudly to stop the conversation of those who were starting to digress again. "Already, enough chatter. And Ito your poetry is also good, still uses modern styles of poetry, and please Ito come back to your table again."

"Good Mom." Ito stepped towards his table.

"That's the students, the poems of your classmates. There's still 15 minutes to the bell to finish the lesson. Is there another one who will read his work in front? And for the rest we continue next week. Anybody else want to come forward?" misa's question spread a look at the face of her protege.

Egi raised his hand without making a sound. Instantly all the pairs of eyes that were in the classroom immediately turned their heads and looked at him.

"Will you go ahead?" ask Misa.

Egi nodded his head.

"Please move forward."

The handsome man, walked out of the table area and walked over

go to the front of the class.

"Please read your poem, Egi." Instruski Mass after seeing Egi standing in front of the class.

Egi gave a small nod, he opened his book. He sighed softly for a moment before opening his lips. Then he began to read the title of the poem.

"Me and my heart" said Egi and glanced at Misa.

The students no one dared to correct or express his opinion when Egi recited the title of the poem. Just a look with their silenced lips.

Egi began to recite his poem in a voice that was as if it were an expression of his real feelings occurring with occasional glances at Misa.

ME AND MY HEART

I stood looking at you without touching.

Because it's...

Not for me.

You spread a happy smile.

Not for me.

You gave the word soul sweetener.

Not for me.

You put on a bright face as bright as the sun.

Not for me.

You stepped closer with all that spirit.

Because i'm...

Can only watch

Without being able to touch.

I can only listen

Without being able to lick the sweetener tongue.

That's me, the feeling I enjoy, right now, right then, and I don't know when this excruciating feeling exists.

This love is so torturous

But so delicious too

Until it dawned, I could only hope not to face.

After reading the last verse of the poem. Egi closed his book while gazing unreadably at the beautiful girl who was standing not far from him.

Misa stared silently. Looks like the kid is in love. Heard his poetry in a very deep. But is love like that his taste to say torturing everything?

"Dalem is your poem Egi, it describes my feelings towards Miss Misa" Hendri said breaking the silence in class.

"Great lo, can also make a poem about love. The cave is so confused to reveal the feeling of the cave for Miss Misa, even in the same as the ghost of heaven," confided Ito about his poetry.

"Lo anyway, less dalem tuh his love," chirped another student.

"Eh, btw, the Egi again fell in love tuh.. make such a poem," chirped another student who was greeted by a cold gaze by the man who was the talker, made the student immediately scared.

Misa breathed a long breath. Look at his students. "Alright, the kids seem like the break bell has rung." Then he glanced at his protege who was still standing in front of the class. "Egi's back at your table."

Egi stepped without talking or nodding his head. He rejoined the disciples, and sat on his bench.

Misa tidied up the textbooks on the table. "Good class today to here. for those who have not read poetry, next week continue again ... Assalamualaikum," he said and then stepped towards the exit.

"Walaikumsalam," the disciples replied in unison.

The Mass came out of the classroom where Cesa was greeted outside waiting.

"Have you been waiting for Cesa?" ask the Mass that is in front of Cesa.

"No Miss Mass."

Misa turned, walked slowly. "Well, let's go to the cafeteria, but I'll drop the textbook off to the office."

Cesa nodded thinly, keeping up with Mass's footsteps.

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