She's Wife In Dream

Charming Man

Arsy POV!

 

Today I teach for the first time. My first schedule was in Class IX. I slowly opened the door to this classroom IX.

 

Krekk! I went into the room. It seems that the students in this room are very disciplined. The proof is that they are all silent and do not make noise. I approached Master's desk, and I placed the books I was carrying, on the table.

 

I took a deep breath, before greeting them. "Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wa'barokatuh!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wa'barokatuh!" answer my students, who make me smile.

 

"Do you know my name?" I try to melt the atmosphere. I do all this just want to, my protege, not be afraid of a new Master like me. I know that every child has a different self-confidence. Like a child sitting at the very back, he seemed to be very shy. I can see that, from his behavior.

 

"The brother of Ketos is cold!" The sound from the middle bench, made me turn my eyes towards him.

 

"Let's not nobody know my name! Surely in GC already rame usually on ghibah!" I said walking towards the back approaching, that shy student.

 

"Beautiful Teacher!" The child sitting at the front speaks.

 

"Ah ... mode si Genjeng!" said my entire protege, cheering on his classmates.

 

"Come on! Time no one knows! Let someone know my name! I give you a hundred thousand!" I've been standing next to my protege, which makes me curious. I smiled knots at him, he returned a smile from me, very sweet. He was a little different from his classmates.

 

"Mrs Arsy Latthif!" he said some of my students are. I nodded slowly, because of their behavior. I walked forward, saying. "Well .. why after I said get the money all answered!" askaku, while sitting in the Teacher's chair. And look at all those who laugh.

"How many students are in this class?" ask, to the students who sit in the front bench.

 

"Four eight, Mom!"

 

"So what did I say to forget, the hundred money thing?" ask them.

"Bu Arsy, said like this 'Who knows my name, got a hundred thousand' Gitu Bu!" My protege, answered compactly. To the point that I don't understand it because his voice is so boisterous.

 

"That means one hundred times four and eight what?" let me play guess.

 

"Four million eight hundred!" answer them compact . And they laughed after answering my question.

 

"So far, how many kids are you answering? Come show me a hand, ngaku!"

 

All my students, raise their hands up.

 

"No, I just saw the answer five to six!" said me, who made everyone lower their hands.

 

"Well it seems, I have to spend five hundred. Just this time, right? You see Master, his student's salary?" I asked, while opening the wallet I put the table.

 

Everyone laughed, because they said it to me. Praise Thank You Alhamdulillah! Because all my students, aren't afraid of me.

 

"It should be seventh grade ma'am! You taught us, it must be delicious Mom!"

 

"If you're seventh grade, I just went to bear country! Oh yes for, this money wants to be divided evenly bought snacks together. Or is it just you who answers?" ask me while raising the right hand that holds five hundred dollars.

 

"Make a snack with Mom!" yell at all who don't know my name.

 

"How do you sincerely answer, if we make this money for snacks together?" I also had to seek the consent of the five children who knew my name.

 

 

I saw their signs clearly, not yet sincere. If the money in my hand is to buy snacks.

 

"Yes, Mom! We'll just follow along." I smiled, because they answered so heavily.

 

"Alright, after eleven. One of you can go buy snacks, after that we eat together in class."

 

"Yes! Uhu can eat extra!" said my protege is no different from a Kindergarten child.

 

"Already! Don't boisterous! Since we are new acquaintances so today, we learn to relax first! Agreed?" ask them.

"Agreed!" the answer is so enthusiastic.

 

"All right, my children, you guys! Try to open up Akidah akhlak lessons! Chapter one. Maybe next time we can learn Fiqh and PAI maples! The one in LKS!"

 

"In this chapter we talk about Ikhlas! Can be repeated my word! We learn about?" tanyaku, who is ready to write on the board.

 

 

"What the hell is that sincere? What do you think it is? Come Genjeng! Make a sincere understanding of yourself!" I said pointing at Genjeng.

 

"That's why I'm telling that girlfriend to be with her own best friend!"

 

"Huhuuu!" All the students cheered for the answer from their friend. I just shook my head slowly.

 

"Can! It's nothing!" my answer.

 

"Wee .. hu!" Si Genjeng took out his tongue to mock his classmates.

 

"But some could be better understood, perhaps the language. You see, Genjeng's answer is too ambiguous!"

 

I looked at all my students, as if they had no initiative to answer. Now my eyes are staring, that shy student. It seemed like he wanted to answer but he was afraid of being wrong.

 

"Come on! You're in the corner, what's his name?"

 

The shy student, raised his face to look at me who was in front.

 

"Crazy!" I didn't hear because his voice was slow.

 

"Who-who's Ma'am? I'm sorry I didn't hear?" ask me while walking towards this shy student.

 

"Crazy! Ma!" All my students answered.

 

"G ... Madam Please! I'm sorry it was slow, so Miss Arsy didn't listen!" I said, as I continued walking closer to this shy student.

 

After I stood next to him, I asked this protege of mine. "Do you have an opinion on sincerity? Don't be afraid the answer is wrong!" I cloak Sila, by stroking her back. But somehow Sila, sila did not want to answer. He closed his mouth tightly, while his eyes were teary. I don't know, she's why. Was I wrong, that's what I asked myself. Until I was shocked by the sound of my protege whispering in my ear.

"Mom, please can't speak clearly. He spoke a little more limped, like a kid who's just learning to talk." This whisper makes me understand, if Sila is insicure because this turns out.

 

"Silah sir, let's answer nothing. Later Master, listen!" I said stroked sila's back.

 

Please look at me, his eyes even more glassy. I got confused because I didn't know how to behave with Sila, who had this privilege. Oh God! Help me to deal with this condition.

 

I close my lips to Sila's ear, and say. "If you have to be brave, for anything.The name of man is not perfect! But do not make your shortcomings, as a barrier for you to become a great person. But make it as a trigger for you to become a person who dares to move forward to set a bright future!" I smiled at Sila, as if she should get special attention.

 

"Ikhlas is when we can, let go of what once belonged to us. And we can accept what is destined for us, even though sometimes the gift is not what we want!" I smiled, hearing Sila's reply. Although I must insist on understanding his words.

 

"Well ..applause! Make Please!" I said, clapping and followed by my protege.

 

Prookks

 

"Actually the answer is almost correct but not perfect. So today, we're talking about Ikhlas!" I walked towards the front while playing a spoon in my hand.

 

"Ikhlas is to desire the pleasure of God, in a charity, to cleanse it of all the individual and the world. There is nothing against a charity, except for Allah alone and for the Hereafter. And hope to get the rinda of God."

"Or it is easier to purify the intention because God alone!"

 

Ting Ting! The bell rang, I saw the clock on my half-hour break for dzuhur prayer.

 

"All right, as planned. At eleven, someone wants to go out and buy snacks, to eat together. So let's end this study with Hamdallah!"

 

"Alhamdulillah!" All my students answered loudly.

 

"But tomorrow, we're not as active as we are today" I said.

 

After speaking like that, I walked towards the barrier wall made of glass. My eyes unintentionally saw, a male figure talking to the crowd. It seemed like he was directing something to his friends. He was holding up like a big sheet, then pointed towards the corner with a ballpoint pen and nodded his head. I don't know what he means, but he's a crew man! I don't like.

 

POV ENDS!

 

The man at the bottom stared at the favorite school building. Harjunot lowered his head again, as he felt that someone had seen him from above.

 

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