Starting From Grey

Hasan was again first

This is not a matter of who he gets it fast. But it's who gets elected he's the right one. (Kru Kepo)

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Mutia stepped into the office with the book in her hand, she looked graceful and wise.

"Sorry Mom, ask me," said a woman wearing batik clothes in neat clothes. Her hair was wrapped neatly to give the impression of an adult.

"Yes, there is something that can be helped," Mutia replied courteously. Even the teenage figure looked at Mutia in admiration.

"I'm Bella, a 6th semester student who will make observations at this school. I happened to miss my group. Can you ask me to show you the teacher's board room?"

"Well, come with me" Mutia said as she walked ahead and followed Bella.

The two girls walked together to the teacher's hall, after meeting the group of friends Bella said goodbye to Mutia and did not forget to say thank you.

Mutia saw the cheerful side without burden on Bella, to present her own envy in the corner of her heart. Not wanting to nurture any longer that envy, Mutia hurried up and sat down in her chair.

He school is indeed provided in private a special room homeroom. Because in addition to teaching, Mutia is the 3rd grade guardian so she has a room that is near the curriculum room. The room was occupied by Riana and Mutia.

Riana is a partner teacher, you could say she is a multi-study teacher. He helped teach all the lessons even though he did not hold the subject matter, he was always in the classroom to see the development of his students.

"Dlo, Miss Riana's not in class?" mutia asked surprised. He said a greeting before going inside and he heard a reply.

"No Miss, this is me arranging our class parenting schedule," Riana replied still busy flipping through the paper and occasionally she looked at her phone.

Mutia put the book she brought to her desk, then she sat down on the floor with Riana.

In this room there are two work tables, one large table in the middle of the room and one long small table in the right corner straight with the entrance. On the big table there is only a globe, where a ballpoint pen, a book and some pigoras, while on the long table––table Riana there is a computer and some file places. If the printer and photo kopy machine is in TU.

"Is there help?" ask Mutia.

"This is Miss just look at her contact book, if maybe Miss has additional ideas. And this is a list of activities at home too." Mutia immediately opened it, on the first page there was the profile of the student and his guardian, then there was a letter of approval from the parents, and then there was a letter of approval from the parents, Mutia was quite amazed to see the guardian's parent's signature on top of materia 6000.

Then he flipped, there were routine activities of the child and some activities of companion teacher visits.  "Truly scheduled," mutia mutia mutinied quietly.

"Is this a schedule that makes us or our parents?" mutia asked Riana.

"That's the schedule from there Miss, if that's the schedule of the visit from us. But, all this time I was a companion was still not conducive. It's normal for teachers to have a holiday on the mager." Mutia nodded her head.

"What about the other classes?" mutia asked a little.

"Other classes are the same, Miss. But I don't know that either." Mutia. He tries to remember and dig up the brain to spark an idea.

"If you do the renewal must wait for a meeting first or how?" mutia asked curiously.

"To the curriculum team, later paid to the parenting creative team. Usually if there is a new idea it will be tried in the class of the idea if you already get ACC." Riana explained patiently.

"I have an idea, can you please? I'm counted new so don't know the ins and outs." Riana nodded in spirit.

Riana is an active teacher, so she is very happy to have a partner Mutia who is also creative and innovative.

"How about we have parenting groups somewhere, such as timezone, play ground, parks and other educational areas."

"When's Miss?" ask Riana.

"Group of guardians dong, they're bears tuh." Mutia said casually.

"Can you?" ask Riana curiously.

"We have this kind of arisan, so once a month or at will the guardian of the student. Well later the guardian who can arisan determine the place. Hows it? Previously in the group later we ask the guardians first their opinion."

"Maybe, all picnics." Riana chimed in cheerfully. Then they were excited to discuss many things that will be submitted to the creative team about the activities during the educational tour that took place.

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Maintaining it is harder than reaching.

If it is difficult to achieve.(Kepo Crew)

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A scorching afternoon, as bright as the radiance of eyes that squirm is uncomfortable. There are many considerations in each step.

Mutia came out of the school to the motor park, as she was wearing her gloves Mutia saw a child sitting alone on a swing. He smiled then stepped towards the little boy's seat.

He recognizes the little boy named Arsa, he sits next to Arsa who seems to be pouting. She caressed Arsa's head fondly.

She feels Arsa reminds her of someone from the past. "Arsa hasn't been picked up?" asked Mutia slowly.

"Not yet, today is Thursday. Arsa was supposed to be picked up by little dad, but it looks like little dad forgot again." Arsa complains with her childish accent––manja.

"Yes, I want you to wait." Mutia offered herself.

"Didn't Miss Pretty mind?" ask Arsa like an adult. Miss beautiful, that's what a 3rd grader calls Mutia, even though she's always talking about her mother or mother Mutia. But the kids always call her the pretty miss. Even the many guardian disciples who also called Mutia with that call as well.

"Of course not" Mutia replied as she stood up and swung the swing that Arsa occupied. Makes Arsa squeal excitedly.

"Arsa happy?" tanya Mutia was still swinging. The excited Arsa just nodded her head.

"It's Miss" said Arsa after a long time they laughed together.

"Worky in the shade, it's hot, here" Mutia asked while holding Arsa's small hand.

The two of them sat near the place waiting for the child's invitation by holding a packaged drink. They both talked and told a lot of things as if they were familiar before. Mutia had only taught for about two weeks at the school.

Unintentionally, Mutia's hand picks up Arsa's detached name pin.

He was pensive as he read his full name.

"Arsakha Abiyana Rahman" said Mutia slowly. He was shocked by Arsa's screams.

"Om Hasan." Mutia immediately looked up, and she found a very beautiful sight.

A man holds Arsa around and laughs together. And when he saw the figure of the man, his heart fell, how not the man was Muhammad Nur Hasan. Senior High School.

It was as if he was being reminded back in time, whenever he met people related to the white gray time that the person of fond memories said.

Mutia did not realize that the two men of different ages were already standing in front of her,

"Miss," Arsa called out to Mutia's daydream.

"Yes, this is Arsa's last name." Mutia gave the pin the name of the button to Arsa.

"Know om, this is a beautiful miss that Nemenin Arsa," said Arsa spoiledly. Hasan only looked into Mutia's eyes with a meaningful look.

"You know, we already know each other." Hasan smiled a smile that Mutia thought was strange and necessary to suspect.

"So Arsa has been picked up, Miss pamit ya," Mutia said ignoring Hasan's remarks.

"Yes Miss, but Arsa hasn't been picked up." Arsa said languidly then sat down.

"Dla, this was picked up by her," said Mutia slightly astonished, she turned to Hasan but the man did not help her to just shrug her two shoulders.

"Little Am doesn't pick Arsa up, he wants to pick up his girlfriend." Arsa said in a cynical tone while glancing at Hasan. Mutia frowned then glanced at the small om figure that Area meant.

The cynical glance from Arsa did not make Hasan afraid but was even widened. Mutia scratched the back of her nose wrongly.

"You can be together, Ar." Hasan persuaded Arsa.

"Well, that's the om nganterin," said Mutia excitedly, to screech. Hasan smiled at Mutia's behavior that sometimes to kanakan.

"But I don't like sitting in the back" Arsa said.

"There's ice cream" Bella said, standing next to Hasan.

"Let's go home" Arsa said as she kissed Mutia's cheek.

"Hay boy, forbidden flirtatious." Hasan exclaimed while Mutia was just quietly confused by their behavior.

"So we're teaching here," said Hasan making a thin smile on Mutia's lips disappear.

"Yes," Mutia replied quietly as she stood up.

"Unexpectedly, our destiny is as complicated as a thread." Hasan said calmly. Mutia did not answer just a thin smile while looking at the interaction of Bella and Arsa who seemed familiar.

"She's my cousin" Hasan said as Mutia simply looked towards the front.

"How are you?" ask Hasan again.

"From so many questions, sis Hasan nanya the trite thing to know," replied Mutia in the usual tone as before, before the incident that caused the estrangement between the two.

"Why?" tanyanya. Mutia smiled slightly. Ah, maybe it's time to step forward without a shadow of the past.

"Any knows brother, sister has seen me healthy wal afiat like this. Still asking again. Besides, it wasn't five months ago that we met at the reunion."

"That's not what I meant," said Hasan smiling crisply. Mutia was just gawking.

"I want the state of your heart?'' hasan said in a seductive tone. Mutia scowled dislikes.

"Well," Java Mutia brief.

"Sorry for the past" said Hasan.

"So my brother, let the past pass." Mutia answered wisely.

"You know dong, who's Arsa?" Mutia smiled faintly and shrugged both of her shoulders.

"That's a child." Hasan's words were cut off by the phone. After picking up her phone she said goodbye to Mutia.

Hasan rushed into his car, when he started the engine he forgot something. He forgot to ask Mutia for contact. But he didn't bother he was sure he would meet again. He knows his workplace. He still won a lot to get back started.

"Sister, why the rush?" ask Bella astonished. She just walked in with Arsa eating ice cream in the backseat.

"No sudden call" replied Hasan running his car.

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Mutia sighed, many things happened and many things were stored from memory.

Mutia rode her favorite motorcycle to a cafe, where she promised to meet with one of the guardians who wanted to consult outside the school. Can i? Mutia allows the important thing she has free time.

He turned his favorite bike and parked. When she took off her gloves she was startled by a voice.

"Still in love with pinky."Pinky is the name of Mutia's favorite motorbike, a motorbike she got from her father after receiving a SIM (driving license).

"Allahuakbar, Brother Dilan," cried Mutia quite loudly. Dilan was just indifferent, he was wearing his jacket and helmet.

"Sister's kok here?" mutia asked after calming down her crazy heartbeat in shock.

"New lunch," replied Dilan indifferently.

"Oh yeah, I was in the reunion yesterday. Why kangen?" Dilan asked in a seductive tone. Although his voice was swallowed, because Dilan was wearing a helmet.

"So, it just so happens to be a job transfer letter, so all right." Mutia said casually.

"Find him dong," said Dilan teasingly.

"What the hell," said Mutia turning her face away.

"Cieee.... Blush," said Dilan as he turned his motor.

"Udah, don't be red, I want to go back first. Bye Mutia, Assalamualaikum." Dilan runs his bike leaving Mutia who can only shake the dramastis.

Mutia answered the greeting then paused for a moment before sighing again, she was astonished for what reason, she felt that if she had met Dilan she had a good mood back.

Mutia put her gloves on the motorcycle seat with her jacket, then stepped into the cafe.

"Assalamualaikum, sorry ma'am wait a long time," said Mutia to one of the student guardians.

"Waalaikumsalam, it's not just me who seems to come early" said Bu Rahma mother of Saski one of the students in her class.

"What message do you want, Miss?" tanya ma Rahma offered.

"I ordered a drink, maybe I have a recommendation?"

"Here the juice and the juice are thumbs up, Miss. Saski really likes it."

"Well to try" Mutia said as she opened the menu. Before long the waiter came, Mutia ordered lemon juice with a little honey. Mom rahma ordered watermelon juice.

Mutia was silent for a moment, observing the movements of Rahma ma'am. Not watching him just want to read body gestures. Or in education science is commonly called body language.

"I'm sorry Miss, if I interrupt the time" said Ms. Rahma.

Mutia did not reply she just nodded and smiled kindly. He still wants to make sure that the mother in front of him is not the dominant type of mother. Because of the pattern of speech and movement can be judged so.

"I just want to confide, who knows Miss Mutia there is a solution."

"What's the problem, Mom?" mutia asked casually.

"Look Miss, it's been almost a week that Saski won't learn. Either at home or at the tutoring place. The teacher tutored him until I defeated Saski who only wanted to move did not want to stay still. What's more if at home, his behavior is very upsetting he makes all things playful." Mum Rahma began to issue her complaints.

"And also Miss, Saski's papi let it go. The boy was too spoiled by his father, so whatever he wanted was always obeyed." Mutia was still silently digesting every word Rahma said.

"Miss knew that in a week Saski had broken my favorite vase, antique plate, and urn. And if I rebuke he will be angry and if I am hard a little he will cry immediately." Rahma's sentence was cut off with the arrival of the maid.

"Thank you" Mutia said to the waiter.

After a long silence, Mutia began to open her mouth, "continue to want Bu Rahma how?''

"I want Saski to be the old Saski who, according to my words, does not straddle and not crybaby." Mutia nodded.

"Look Mom, before I wanted to ask," Mutia said with a little pause and as Rahma's mother nodded in agreement she let out a voice again.

"Have you and your mom not had much time to play with Saski lately?"

"Yes, I am currently busy with my new online business. His father was also often overtime. Sometimes it leaves when Saski hasn't woken up and comes after Saski's sleep." Mutia nodded in understanding.

"Maybe Saski is currently in the period of wanting attention. So he was trying to make mom and dad pay attention because at school Saski seemed normal."

"So how should I?" ask Rahma slowly.

"Have plenty of time together, Mom. Maybe by paying more attention such as dropping off at school, bringing supplies, picking up and always asking for her activities at school as well as listening to her story."

"But I'm busy?"

"Work can wait, but does the innocent child's heart have to wait?"

"Well shall I try" said Rahma unwillingly. Mutia only smiled faintly then finished her drink.

Children not only need material from their parents, but children also need a sense of affection. And loving a child is easy, enough to pay attention and always there when needed.

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