That Black Shadow (Not)My Mother's Spirit?

part 2

The trail biker took off his helmet and jacket. Turns out he's a handsome-faced man. His facial lines imply Middle Eastern descent.

His feet are wearing long sweatpants. His body was wrapped in jerseys. His nose was pointed, while his hair was in the style of an army cut. His eyebrows were thick black, perfect with his milky skin.

The man smiled at me making his cheeks hollow. He approached while holding his bag. I became misbehaved.

"Umar ..," cried the voice of Mother Rina so loud as if right in my ear, when she stood far away at the door of the office.

The woman's hand waved right at the man. He was so calm, then walked quickly past me just like that and approached the man he called Umar. Is that the man's name? Who her?

"Mother Ning, meet this Umar, uh I mean Mr. Umar. She's my high school friend, she's going to fill in the empty gym teacher" explained Ms. Rina as if understanding that my heart was filled with question marks.

"Welcome, Mr. Umar. Introduce me Ningsih, just call Ning. Good luck here," I smiled awkwardly.

"Thank you, Mom. Please guide him" said Umar again smiling.

I also left them. The class at the corner of the corridor was my goal. There, I will find a sincere smile with many stories.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," said Asep, the student I appointed as class president.

"Waalaikum salam ...," I replied, letting the back of my finger be kissed by Asep.

The boy often smelled of smoke wait. He often helped his mother. Its body was small, but it was loud, just like a hummingbird. The skin is exotic dry twig color, because it often plays in the rice fields.

Asep was a boy full of dreams. He was always enthusiastic about telling his dream of becoming a famous ustaz. He also wanted to be a reciter of the Quran.

"Come to see you in heaven, Teacher. Mother said, Father died again Asep was three years old. Asep doesn't know the Father, Asep doesn't remember what Dad is." I always remember Asep's answer whenever he was carrying a little "juz amma" book.

That boy always managed to make me grateful. I'm lucky to still get to know you, even though he often makes himself upset, because his wild zero is making love. I don't know, you've always been a big PR for yourself to dampen emotions.

"Have you had breakfast, Sep?" my many.

"Already, Mom. Regularly eat rice uduk sale Mom," reply cheerful.

"Alhamdulillah, may my mother continue to be healthy. Mom to the office first yes, want to keep the bag," said my.

Asep smiled showing his seri teeth that were no longer white. In fact, one of his serials has dated making a window on his row of teeth. I smiled back, then left him.

In the office the mood is a little rowdy. Yes, a man named Umar was the cause. In the school where I teach there are more female teachers. We currently have nine, six female teachers and two male teachers with a male principal. If the man joins, even our number is ten.

The man glanced at me who had just sat on the throne. This chair and table are mine, sir. Do you want to take it? Why look at me like that?

I don't want to care about him who's busy taking notice. This self is not a person who likes to steal attention or easily pay attention to men. Especially the new one, even though he is handsome.

Scroll the wall clock, still twenty minutes before the bell rings. There is still time to call A Iwan and A Wahyu. Hopefully they answer my phone immediately, so Mom won't come after me with the question "Where's Aa, you're Ning?"

"Why, De?" a Iwan answered on the phone. Thank goodness he answered quickly.

"Mom asked, tomorrow Aa play no?"

"God willing, tomorrow Aa play with Teteh. Yes, I am still at work. Want to get ready to go home," replied A Iwan in a hurry.

"Yes A," agreed and turned off the phone.

Then I looked for contact number A Revelation and came back to make an outgoing call. This time, my phone got a reply. Maybe he's working.

Aa's working again, De can't pick up the phone. Tomorrow Aa's overtime, De. Tell Mom yes, Aa can't go home.

A Iwan sent me a short message. It seems true that he is working. Alright, tomorrow there will only be A Iwan and Nia Tea at home.

I put my phone back in my bag. Then, the attendance records of the children who are now the center of my attention. Soon their warm greeting will fill this heart. With them time will pass very quickly.

I see this little mirror face tucked in a purse. Just for a moment, to make sure there was nothing wrong with my appearance. This green leaf veil is correct and neat, it is time to greet the little angels.

"Mom Ning, first hour in the gym's mom class, right?" asked Ms. Rina to prevent my steps from going to class.

"Oiya, right. Is Mr Umar going to my class?" I looked back at Miss Rina.

"Yes, let's get to know the kids first, how?" replied Miss Rina.

Somehow the woman was very enthusiastic about the arrival of Umar in this school. Maybe, because he is his friend or maybe the man is quite handsome, so it can be an eye wash when mumet comes. Ish, why am I thinking about someone else's business.

"Bye, Mom. Teaching is no problem either. I'm just happy not to fill the sports hours." I smiled casually and the man smiled back, so sweet.

"Yes, the time of the first day was immediately told to teach the, Mom. Just introduce," replied Miss Rina.

"Oh, that's okay, I'm happy. Just relax, how?" sahut Umar's.

"Yes, whatever. How did Mr. Umar do it." I immediately picked up a few books and stepped out of the room.

I knew Umar, had been behind me and following in the footsteps of a Ningsih. Oh, yes, I mean Mr. Umar. I don't know, I don't feel comfortable calling that guy sir.

That man is my age, and so is Rina. However, Lina was once angry, because I called only by name without any word Bu that coincided with her name. Since then this self feels awkward hanging out with him. So, this mouth is very careful when saying his name, even in the heart.

"Mom, do you have a boyfriend?" chirping Umar is chasing my steps.

What the fuck is that guy! I never thought he was this sassy. New to know, but already dare to ask that far. I just kept quiet to answer his question.

"Oh, must be married?" the chirps again pissed me off.

"Don't be angry, Mom. I was just joking so that we wouldn't be awkward, because I saw that Mom was keeping a distance with me" Umar said, smiling at the end of his speech.

"Well, I'm sorry," I sped up.

I don't know, I don't keep my distance from him or I don't like him. But this is what this is like. I am not easily familiar with men. Perhaps, too often see Mother crying because of the Father, make yourself this really guard the heart.

However, this does not mean that this self rejects the men in my life. This self is still open with the name of love. Haikal, a sweet black man has been my girlfriend for two years.

That guy always managed to make me laugh off his humorous attitude. However, unfortunately his decision to work in Bandung has made us slowly move away. In fact, we haven't seen each other for a month. Our relationship was just waiting for time to end.

I am not a fool, but I know myself. Long distance relationships are never reliable. Moreover, there is no marriage bond, of course, making Haikal still free to make his choice. This self was just waiting for that moment to arrive, when Haikal asked for the word break up for our relationship.

"This is my class, fourth grade. Let's go in, please" I said as I arrived at the door of the old brown twig class.

The originally rowdy atmosphere of the classroom suddenly calmed down to see my arrival. Asep took over to greet. The whole class followed the commander Asep.

"Waalaikum greetings Warahmatulllahi Westararakatu. Good morning everyone ...," I said back their greetings.

"Morning, Ms. ..," replied the compact children.

"Today, I'm going to make an announcement. From today on our school there will be a new teacher, his name is Mr. Umar, a sports teacher. Please, Mr. Umar," I finally smiled sincerely to the man.

Umar smiled back and made a rowdy whole class. They're all very enthusiastic. I know they must be happy to be free of my drab sports material. Plus their new teacher is handsome.

Umar looked very comfortable carrying himself in front of the class. From his style of speech I can already guess he is a humorous, sociable, and smart man. Thank goodness, because for me it can help children to develop.

I left Umar in class and went back to the office. I want to pursue the unfinished class administration report. This is what sucks the most when you become a teacher. All very boring and so much, so often make this head dizzy.

I know, Miss Rina will definitely protest loudly, her handsome friend I let her teach directly. However, this self does not want to take a headache. Just cover your ears and ignore everything you say, then let this smile serve you.

***

Finally the clock came home. All the children have returned to their homes, and so should I. The school has been deserted, only myself and Mr. Ganim, the school guards who are still the school residents.

This self has just finished with that administration. Monday there will be supervision from the center, so inevitably the pile of work must be completed today. This self just doesn't want to disturb my day off tomorrow.

"It's over, Mom?" ask Mr. Ganim who is getting older.

Her hair is getting lighter. His facial lines were already increasingly saggy and fine wrinkles were clearly etched. However, his spirit to fight had not been as slack.

"Already, Sir. I go home first, right?" pamittu.

I got out of the office and headed straight for the guava tree in front of the school. Under that tree my bike is still in the shade. Then the motor engine itself is turned on.

"Not yet to come home, Mom?" suddenly Umar's voice sounded in my ear.

"Umar, uh I mean Sir, Umar. Mmm ... not yet, I just finished administrative. Your own father, didn't you just go home?"

"Hehehe .. Just call Umar if there are no children. Yes, my HP was left behind on the table," Umar replied as he scratched his head.

"Oh, then excuse me first" I asked, then took the bike and left it alone.

At home, I knew you were relaxing in front of the television. He must have just finished his mother's cooking. I rushed in immediately too.

But the sweet, black pet cat Mother kept meowing loudly. It was never like that, even if welcoming me was just meowing slowly. However, this time he was very annoying and followed my steps while meowing loudly.

"You why the hell? Hungry?" my protest to Sweet.

Sweet just kept meowing and kept following me all the way into the house. His black fur kept swiping at this leg. He doesn't even want to move a bit from me.

"Just got home to you, Ning?" greet me and let myself kiss her hand.

"Yes, Sir. Ning to the room first," I replied and walked to the room.

Meanwhile, the sweetie was still following me. His long tail he moved occasionally. Finally he was silent, when he arrived in the room, then fell asleep on a fur carpet patterned panda, my favorite animal.

"You sleepy?" I said see Sweet.

***

The bamboo tree swayed in the wind. I just woke up from my sleep after falling asleep again after dawn. Finally, the body can relax.

I set my foot to open the door of the house. This nose wants to smell fresh air. For a moment, I want to let go of my fatigue today.

However, these eyes were wide open, my heart was pounding. In haste this leg wears sandals, so it is upside down, but I just ignore it. Something under the bamboo tree had made the feeling of fear grip tightly.

"Sugary!" pekikku running.

That chatty cat I found lying covered in blood. His black fur was full of fresh red. His neck has a gaping wound. The flies quickly came crowding.

Oh, sweet you why? Just yesterday afternoon you were so loyal to me. Why did you leave me so tragically this morning?

Sadness just evaporates. Although, Sweet is just a cat. However, I found him in the yard since he was very small. Every day Mom and I took turns feeding him, until he became very fat and difficult to move.

Of course, it was natural for this self to be very sad to lose him. I also left him. Be patient Sweet, I will take care of your body that has become a carcass.