Take Off Yourself

Satirize

"eeehs... Yasmin, you're very lucky to have a kades sir". Said a woman, brown hooded. He was, always the teacher where Yasmin was teaching.

Yasmin, roll her eyeballs. "Hmmmm...Then, why Meta?".

"Do you know, Ms Yasmin? The charm of kades, much in the interest of women". Said Ms. Meta, her lips raised upwards.

"Hmmm... Including,bu Meta". Sahut Yasmin, very lazy to discuss about her future husband.

Apparently, the other women. Seemed to dislike, for the marriage of Yasmin and Hanafi. Many other women, hate Yasmin.

All this time, other parents. Many betrothed their daughters to Hanafi. Quite famous, as the village chief. Of course, Hanafi always refused meekly.

"That you, don't deserve to be with Mr. Kades". Ejek bu Meta, staring hate towards Yasmin.

"Well....That's worth it, just meta ma'am". Yasmin, keep fighting Meta's remarks.

"Well, sir, kades deserves me. Because of me, I've never been married. You are equal to the status of a widow. To have parents, to be wise and to be true". Metas grout, melongos through Yasmin. He, too, nudged Yasmin on the shoulder.

Yasmin, sideways. He, shakes his head. Seeing attitude, unnatural Meta.

Yasmin, just be indifferent. Not coming, mingling with other teachers. He refused to find a friend. What's more, a man and his sense of trauma still lingers within.

"Mom Yasmin, will you come? This afternoon, eat together. Come on, don't be busy yourself, ma'am. Join mingle with others, lo fun". Miss Narti is married and has children.

"Yes, Ms. Yasmin. Don't be busy yourself, don't forget we're coworkers". Other mother's.

Meta's sharp gaze, asking that Yasmin reject the invitation of the other teacher's mother.

"All right, I'm coming". Yasmin replied, smiling smrik.

Meta, clench both his hands. Apparently, he wanted to seek attention to the other teachers. Watch out for you, Yasmin. Incidentally, my house is very close to Mr. Kades. Me, I can complain your ugliness to him. Inner Meta, smile.

One of the other teachers, Yasmine's hand was withdrawn and joined by the others. All of them, enjoy the rujak together.

Likewise, other teachers. I like Yasmin very much, always nice to talk to her about anything.

"Meta, it's your unmarital boyfriend. If it's Yasmin, get married soon. Come on, hunt for her husband". Say the other.

"Hehehe... Nothing's right yet, mom. Because the right fit, it's been stabbed by someone else". Sindir Meta, leaning towards Yasmin.

"Wahh... Therefore, do not introduce your friends. At the tikung his friend right". Another subject, but Yasmin understood what Meta said.

"Don't blame, ma'am. Usually, it's that guy who doesn't like us and chooses another woman". Yasmin said, smiling.

"Normally, like that. He does not like us. Eeee ..mah, like our friend". Another teacher, justifying Yasmin's words.

Watch out for you, Yasmin. Look, what I'm doing. Inner Meta, approaching Yasmin. He, deliberately brought a cup of orange juice in his hand.

Bruukk...

"Abkkhh.....". Pekik Yasmin, seeing her clothes wet from Meta orange juice.

"Ouch...Sorry, mom Yasmin. I was gonna take this. The taunya, the nagging of Yasmin's mother. Sorry,sorry...". Meta said, smiling smrik.

"eeeeee...Ms. Meta, there's-there's just. Look, Yasmin's clothes are wet with spills of orange juice". The other teacher, help Yasmin clean up.

"Grandfather, mother. Me, go home first. Teaching hours are over. Sorry, not eating together. Bajuku, wet,". Yasmin, smile.

"Remain sure, don't come, ma'am? How,besok. Not good, same with Yasmin ". The other teacher's proposal, which was directly approved by the teachers.

Making Meta, growing angry at Yasmin. Failed, so Yasmin doesn't eat together.

Yasmin, get ready to go home. What else, another student. It's over for lesson time, and waiting for the bell to come home from school.

"Iy-iya sir Andi". Yasmin replied, stopping her steps.

"Can you ask for help?". Said Andi, directly in the nod Yasmin. "Send this file, to the village chief's office. I'm not saying, um.sorry, Miss Yasmin, because I'm busy".

"Oh, no papa sir. Incidentally, the way home. In a moment, the village chief's office will be closed. I accept,pak". Yasmin, welcome the file in Andi's hands.

Andi, smile and nod. "I'm sorry, so troublesome Yasmin ma'am". His chuckle, scratching his non-itchy nape. Too bad, Yasmin's mom is getting married. Aaaarrggh....Failed, targeting this year's wife.

Yasmin, say goodbye to Andi. While Andi, nodded and went to the field to train his disciple.

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Yasmin, the caning looked around the parking lot. Him, find out. Does, Hanafi pick up car exist or not? Yasmin, was relieved that there was none.

Yasmin was wrong. Today Hanafi, go to the village chief's office using a metic motor.

Because Yasmin, I don't know about Hanafi's life. To him, it doesn't matter.

Yasmin, get inside the village chief's office. He, feel uncomfortable with the gaze of the people around. What's more, the clothes are still wet.

"Please, wait for mom". Said the officer there, Yasmin sat down and waited for someone's signature. After him, give me the file of the gym teacher. I don't know, what the hell that file is.

"Mom, Yasmin. Please, go inside. Order from mr. kades". The officer said, making Yasmin surprised.

"I mean, Pak Hanafi". Yasmin asked, who was feeling bad.

"Yes, please ma'am. Because the file, it was taken inside". Said the officer, to be honest Yasmin, wanted to disappear right now.

Ha's? He, is here. But, his pick up car doesn't exist. What do not-don't, up the motor yah?. Inner Yasmin.

Ceklek....

Yasmin, go inside and try to cover her wet clothes using her bag.

His eyes were fixed on the man, who was relaxing on the chair. His hand, flipping through the file.

Over and over, Yasmin sat in front of Hanafi. He, was nervous and his heart was racing.

"The file, I signed it". Hanafi said, handing the file over to Yasmin. "Why, is your shirt wet? Are you, carelessness takes care of everything".

"No, your business". Yasmin replied, directly. He, took the file on the table. But, he was held by Hanafi.

"Pak kades, dear ones. I want to go home and don't bother anyone". Yasmin said, in a high tone.

"Jawab first, my statement". Hanafi firmly, stood up and took his file.

"I have answered, sir. Because of this, it's not the business of Mr. Kades. Quick, where's the file. I want to go home quickly". Yasmin, long breath. The reason, to not meet with Hanafi. Like this, there must have been a sickening incident for Yasmin.

"If you don't answer my question, don't expect it. This file, it's in your hands".sharp grin, Hanafi.

"Oh, so Mr. Kades started to pay attention to his future wife". Syndir, Yasmin smiled. "Say, neither will nor love. But, kepo also with the future wife".

"Ck, go there". Hanafi, directly put the file to the table. Quickly, Yasmin picked up and stuffed it into the bag.

"Remain sure, don't you want to know? Just tell me, Pak kades wants my equal attention. Come on, I jabanin at will". Yasmin,glance.

As there was no answer, Yasmin walked out of Hanafi's study. She won again against her scheming husband-to-be.

Brainskkk....

Again Hanafi, lose to Yasmin. He, increasingly upset with her. Swiping face, back.