Short Stories Romance
My ex-wife My Student.
“Ica, go!”
I told my students to do Biology.
“Good, Mr Gan!”
“Since when did you rename Afgan?”
“Ish! Mr. Gan, that means Mr. Ganteng, not Afgan, sir!” skink.
Haha ....
Instantly my class was crowded because of the guyonan of my students.
Her name is Anisa Khumairah, about seventeen years old. She's a jolly girl and also ignorant. Not only his peers, sometimes I as a homeroom teacher, did not escape his ignorance.
“Reproduce it, Ica like a herd of male and female goats meet to continue producing children, sir!”
“Had, Ca! Meaning Father means.”
“Oh ... Ja. By Ica, reproduction is the biological process of an individual to produce a new individual. For example, the same father Ica married later had a baby grandpa,” chirps famous schoolgirls are ignorant.
Again, all the disciples laughed again at Ica's reply. There is nothing wrong with it, but why should I show it to him?
Kingggg!
Finally the school bell rang, signaling the end of school hours.
All the students rushed home. Moreover, the sky was starting to darken by the black clouds. It might rain soon.
As usual, Ica always goes into the cafeteria to eat chicken noodles before going home. It becomes his routine every day.
“Cepet home! It's cloudy, you'll be caught in the rain.”
“Let's go, rain ‘just water, sir! What should Ica be afraid of?” he answered while feeding the chicken.
Eventually, the rain came down hard. So that Ica can not go home, especially angkot did not pass this school. Because it's coming inside. Usually, they walk to ride the angkot on the main road.
“Yah ... It's still raining, sir!” he came to me in the teacher's room.
“Dilangin ngeyel, hell!” answer me with focused eyes to the student worksheet.
“Which way again, Sir. If Ica doesn't eat in the cafeteria, Ica can't eat at home,” is good.
“Why?”
“Mama Ica come home late, so there is no lunch at home.”
“You can't cook?”
Ica shook her head with a smile revealing a neat row of white teeth.
“Grigger again!” I said as I went back to check on my protege's duties.
“Yaelah. Can you cook?” ask Ica.
“Jan tanya!”
“Wahhh ... What can you cook? Ica ajarin dong, Sir!” he said with the spirit of four five.
“Jan asks again, meaning!”
Ica taper lips, “Ica kira, Mr pinter cook!” gerutu Ica's.
I chuckled, looking at the expression of the disciple who was nicknamed the Queen of Jahil by her friends.
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I tidied up the books and got ready to go home, then put on a raincoat. Time has shown at four o'clock in the afternoon.
“Pak, don't go home yet, dong! Who will Ica be?”
Yes too, yes! Kasian too if I stay him in school.
“Ya, Mr. Anter you. Here, use!” I gave her a raincoat.
I often bring two raincoats. Sometimes, there are other teachers who borrow it. Ica was wearing the raincoat I gave her.
We darted through the torrent of rain falling. Ica hugged me from behind.
The deg!
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. I started to catch my breath to reduce the shakes in my chest.
Damnit damnit! Why is this pound getting so tight, anyway?
.
Ica pulled me into her yard. He opened the raincoat he was wearing, then folded it.
“Pak, wait a moment, Ica make coffee, yes?” Ica.
“No need, Ca! You just go home.”
“Yes, thanks, Sir!”
I nodded and went back up my ride. Dropped towards home.
***
It was a memory three years ago. Now Ica has nowhere to go. All I know is he's been working, but I don't know where.
Kkrriinngg!
The hours were over, all the students had gone home and the school was deserted.
As usual, I went home later. We drove out in a new car, which I bought a few days ago.
.
“What is this?”
People were seen crowding the end of the road. I parked the car and approached the crowd.
“Gosh!”
It turned out that there was a middle-aged woman lying by the roadside covered in blood. I saw people around stopping vehicles. But nil, many were unwilling because the blood that came out was too much from the middle-aged woman.
“Come, Sir! Enter into the car, me!” I asked for help from the people who were crowding.
Residents directly raised the middle-aged woman's body into the car. I was moving at high speed towards the hospital.
The woman was immediately thrown into the ER room and I waited for her in the stenlis chair near the room holding her purse.
The sky is dark. I'm still in the hospital. I don't know him and am confused who to contact?
Dddrrr ....
There was a shiver from the victim's bag. Although it was not pleasant, I opened it by expecting it to be one of the family members of this Mother.
[Where is mom?]
[Sorry, Mother. Can I go to Bethesda Hospital? My mother is here.]
[What?]
[Mother is still in the ER room.]
[Okay, please take care of my mother, Mas. I went straight there!]
Tut!
Phone's down.
.
Chequek!
The door to the ER room opened and I approached her.
“His family father?” ask the doctor.
“Not, I just helped him.”
“Please log in, patient would like to meet you.”
The doctor passed away after telling me to go into the ER room.
I walked in, entered the hospital room. Looking at the middle-aged woman lying down with an infusion hose, she appeared to be asleep. But, after I approached the middle-aged woman, she opened her eyes. How shocked I was when he asked me something.
"Son, thank you for helping me. Is it okay, I'm asking you for one thing?" asked the middle-aged mother with a glaring eye.
"Yes. Ask what, Mom?" many spontaneous.
"Please, marry my daughter. I don't want to leave her alone" said the middle-aged woman.
"Istigfar, Mum. Don't talk like that. Mommy must be strong!"
I give support. But the middle-aged woman just shook her head. It was no longer strong to talk.
For some reason, my mouth immediately said yes. Either because he was my match or because I was too panicked by the woman's situation. Not long after, the door of the hospital room opened, a beautiful girl who approached the middle-aged woman, who was lying weakly helpless.
“Mother!”
Shouts of young and beautiful women approached the woman who was lying weak.
“Son, I've asked this good man to be your husband. I don't want you to be alone, I'm not strong, Ca!”
“Mom, I can't say that. Strong mom! I will definitely se...”
Ttittttt!
The middle-aged woman was gone and tears broke from her daughter.
.
“Sorry, I agreed to the trust of his mother. If you don't like it, just cancel.”
The girl looks up, “Pak Naveen?”
The sad net was rounded when I saw me.
“Queen Jahil?” keceplosan.
..
Finally, after the funeral was over. Ica and I agreed to the wedding, after forty days after her mother's death.
.End.
