Sulastri's Struggle.

Chapter 24

"Seezer, can I?" Tri seems to lack confidence.

"Tri, what you can't do, you're a great woman who can do anything" Adnan said. It's true. Adnan knows Tri better than Arman. Lastri women do not know tired, when the school SMK Tri also work while school.

"ah! Big brother is exaggerating" Tri just smiled.

"Yes, I want Tri. Unfortunately you get the highest Performance Index (IP), if not you share it with others" Adnan assures.

"But how do I divide my time? because I got a scholarship S2. And this opportunity will not be wasted" Tri excited.

"I know Kok, the problem is. You just set the time, Al INNAYAH there will be afternoon classes you just set the schedule." Adnan said.

Tri then nodded. "Wait for Brother, where does Adnan know that my IP is highest?" Lastri felt strange, even though Tri had not told him.

"I know everything, during your studies there, but what I don't know is precisely when you get out of the old campus" Adnan was curious about this.

"Tri, why did you suddenly move from my Papa campus. Did you get a semester at that time? is it because of Arman?" this question has been pendam Adnan for more than three years.

Hearing Arman called, Tri flinched. Although it is true that one of the causes Tri chose to move. Tri does not want to share with anyone including Adnan who Tri already considers like his own brother.

"There's nothing, sister, I just feel unworthy to go to college at that place" Tri's face, changed heartily, given the injustice on the campus.

Initially Tri tried to fight the person who acted arbitrarily. But even so, Tri is still an ordinary woman, despite behaving like a super woman. After all, will not be able to change human nature that has no good character since birth.

"Actually it is not inappropriate for you to go to college there, but you yourself feel that way.Know not Tri, after you move not only I feel lost." Adnan looked at Lastri who was listening carefully.

"It was only a few months that you went to college there, you raised the confidence of the other students, because you dared to uphold the truth" said Adnan at length.

"I don't think I need to talk about this anymore, sister, obviously, during my time at the other college, I felt in person," Lastri ended the conversation because it was late afternoon Adnan was returning home.

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Two weeks later, Tri spoke to his three employees who helped him sew. He talked about his intention to teach.

"So.. We stopped sewing Ma'am?" Ayu looked sad.

"Of course not Yu, this stitch I entrust to you, if necessary, find another one to replace me" Tri said.

"Thank God, I thought I was told to stop" Herman said.

"Hehe. Sewing is; my ideals since childhood, with this machine can deliver me to be what I am now, will think a thousand times if I leave this profession of mine" said Tri while wiping the old iron that he first used to find sustenance. Iron giving bu Yani where he contracts the house first.

Remembering bu Yani. Tri becomes a kangen and one day will visit his house.

"I will help you from behind, looking for clients hopefully one day we can establish a convection" Tri prayed eagerly.

"But... Ma'am Tri, still had time to make a pattern, right? We can't draw, you know" Ayu honestly.

"Don't say can't Yu, but can't yet. If you say you can't, that means you really can't. But if you can't, now is the time to learn, use your time while you're young! You know what I mean" advised Tri.

"Ngerti Mbak." they answered simultaneously.

The next day with 45. Tri took public transport to school. Today is the time. He jumped into a world he had never done. He will become a professional teacher.

"Assalamualaikum.." when Tri went into the teacher's room it was already a lot of teachers who gathered, because today Monday will hold a ceremony.

"You're not an SMK alumni here, are you?" ask Bu Dedeh. Senior teachers who have been teaching here for a dozen years. He used to be the homeroom teacher of Lastri.

"Betul Bu Dedeh, I'm Sulastri." Tri smiled kindly and stared at all the teachers who were averagely wearing uniforms.

While Lastri because he has not got a uniform. The clothes he was wearing were not expensive. He was quite confident, acquainted, and greeted all the female teachers one by one, and cupped his hands to the male teachers.

"What year are you graduating?" ask one of the teachers who has not long been a teacher in this foundation, named Sundusyah.

"Year 1999 Ma'am" replied Tri.

Miss Sundus just nodded.

"Waah.. is very beautiful" said Mustofa, a math teacher not far from where he sat opposite Nuryahman the teacher of faith.

"Ah Ente" said Nuryahman who wore a cocoa shirt and skullcap he taught at the cottage as well.

Mustofa chuckled but his eyes did not want to turn away from Tri's face.

Feeling noticed Tri turned his gaze to the side.

"Bu Lastri, the head of the Foundation wanted to talk with Mother" said the teacher who had just entered.

"Good Sir. I live first Ma'am" his message to bu Dedeh and bu Sundusyah, and only in vouch by both. Lastri stepped gontai looking for the room of the head of the foundation.

He searched one room at a time and only the HRD room he had visited the other day at the interview. Although Tri became a teacher here the son of the foundation owner who brought. But Tri must still follow the procedures that apply in this school.

After finding the room of the head of the foundation, Tri walked into the room.

"Assynoltom..." Lastri stood in front of the head pack of the foundation, the old man. Naturally, when Tri SMK was the head of the foundation was old.

"Waalaikumsalam" the head manatap Tri looked up, then he invited to sit down and ask a few questions.

Satisfied with Tri's answer, what his purpose is to teach and what to do. The head of the foundation let Tri out.

Checklots.

Tri had only stepped on one floor, when exiting the door. The figure of a 31-year-old man who once filled the space of his heart, and has been almost 4 years he did not meet is now standing in front of him. Who else if not Arman.

The two of them remained silent in each other's place. The world is narrow. Tri knows, if Arman had taught here a long time ago, and had become a homeroom teacher. Not only was it Arman who had successfully melted his heart. But Tri did not think he met here again.

"Oh what am I thinking? isn't Arman married? inner Tri.

"Bu Lastri taught in 3rd grade, A. Yea?" Mustofa breaks the silence.

"Rubber, Mr. Mus" Tri replied nervously.

"Currently, our class is next door let's ma'am"

They walked together to the class. Leaving the flustered Arman.

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