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New teacher

Since the end of the holidays, Qonni was back in busy with his routine as a teacher. The math teacher is ready in the uniform, nursing for a while the baby looks calm sucking source Asi.

"MashaAllah, the daughter of Ummi." Qonni closed the buttons again. When the boy was finished and now closed his eyes.

The door of her room opened, Aida entered only to see her son and granddaughter.

"Sleep, Nduk?" Ask.

"Yes, Mom."

"Eees, Cah Ayu and Mbah Uti first." Aida sat on the edge of the bed. Holding a tiny body covered in a baby blanket. "Well, this is bathing, right?"

Qonni nodded. "So early this morning Qonni took a bath too."

"Well, have you told me many times? early in the morning Nisa is not in the shower. Let me take a bath, kind of a pity. His lungs were afraid of the cold. He has a fever." Aida babbles while kissing her fragrant grandson. To make it feel at home to put the lips on the tiny cheeks.

Hearing that Qonni smiled. Mother is the most chatty in the affairs of cucuk. Especially for new mothers who take modern science such as Qonni. Not infrequently the middle-aged woman is anxious about what her daughter does that sometimes do not fit in the heart. But his name is also old man, so Qonni thought that sometimes uncomfortable too. Fortunately, the birth mother. If the mother-in-law might Qonni wouldn't be this calm.

"Well! Anyway, tomorrow morning do not bathe again," he stressed.

"No papa, Mom. It used to be in the hospital, too, that Nisa was in the nurse bath at six in the morning, right? And besides, I took a shower, too, she used warm water." It is Qonni who rises again to fix his clothes.

"Here is the present-day child, really. If in bullshit," grumbled. Qonni himself only shook his head while grabbing the bag he had prepared on the nightstand.

"Mom I go first. Titip Nisa for a second? Earlier Bu Nanik said a little late here, because this morning his son wants to go to Kalimantan." Qonni grabbed his mother's hand and kissed the back of the hand.

"Iyo– after all mother's stitches are not much. Go there, be careful. Ojo speed, Nduk!"

"Yes, Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

Without closing the door of the room, Qonni immediately sauntered away with a glance pointed briefly at Nisa. Already getting used to it, he no longer felt the burden in his heart when he left Nisa with his mother and the woman appointed as Nisa's nanny during teaching at school.

How else, he had thought about the advice of his biological mother and Aaron's mother if Qonni should quit his job to be able to focus on caring for Nisa. After all, monthly money always flows from the Aaron family for them. However, it was not Qonni against their suggestion. Only, he had already felt these few months at home alone. His life even more stressful because there is no entertainment that makes the hijab woman can eliminate the feeling of sadness in her heart.

Because only wrestle with mathematical formulas and meet students. It can release stress hormones that accumulate in the nape and head.

The morning rolled bright, the wind was still cool to hit the entrance about his body covered by a jacket. Qonni began to enjoy life with gratitude like never before. It is not easy to return to the point where there are still lovers who accompany. But wasn't he alone before? So what was his reason for continuing to be moody. Every servant of God will leave this world.

The matic motor continues to accelerate, crashing into the highway that has begun to bustle the activities of people who want to go to the office or maybe the students who will study.

At school...

"Assynoltom..." Qonni greeted as he entered the teaching staff's office. The room full of piles of books on the rows of tables still seemed quiet. And only a handful of people inside, including a new teacher named Fatimah Nur Handayani.

Those inside of them immediately replied. Some only answer with their lips without turning their heads because they are busy with a laptop that lights up. Prepare questions for daily repetition. Some replied with a smile, setting their eyes on the slim female teacher who was currently stepping into her desk.

"Bu Ayu has entered? How's Dedenya?" ask the young woman with the khaki hijab next to the Qonni chair.

"Alhamdulillah, it's not fussy," replied Qonni while throwing his buttocks. Yesterday he did not come in. "My son yesterday only had a fever because he had finished immunization, Ms. Fatimah," he added.

"Ohhhh.., ahamdulillah if that." Fatimah who teaches Indonesian smiles.

As for Qonni immediately flinching, when he saw the large pile of LKS on his desk.

"By the way, yesterday the disciples had already done the task from Bu Ayu. And their LKS book was also piled up there."

"MashaAllah, thank you very much Mrs Fatimah." Qonni smiled before shifting his gaze back on the book on the table resignedly.

I actually didn't ask to be collected. They used to correct their own books by exchanging books belonging to other friends. If rich gini, I can go home late for correcting LKS books from three classes. –batin Qonni continued.

The woman who had just arrived immediately opened her handbook LKS, where all the evaluation questions had been filled. So it's just a matter of matching the results of his students. Qonni began to examine their LKS books one by one.

A few minutes passed. The entrance bell rang, the teachers began to prepare for teaching. Qonni checked the schedule on a large board plastered on the back wall of the teacher's room.

The fate of being a math teacher, which of course will be very rare in one day that there are hours that he does not fill. Especially Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. All the Full ... slim women instantly closed the questioner. And prepare.

All right, let's go later. Today it is time to dive with Logarithm material in the tenth grade four–Qonni sighed, living his routine as a teacher with the best possible.

"I go first, Miss Fatimah." Pamit Qonni to the teacher who was closing the box containing his snacks.

"Oh. Yes, ma'am." Fatimah smiled sweetly.

Highlight his eyes following the footsteps of Ayudia Qonniah. Then the head gurgles.

"MashaAllah, the aura of the math teacher is different. Very disciplined," muttered Fatimah full of admiration.

He himself moved, as a new teacher of course he should not lose his spirit with Ayudia who has been teaching here for three years. He also breezed off to go to classes that had been scheduled for him to enter.