THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)
26. Are you moving, or am I moving?
–Halo, I'm Irna.
Sera who was reading the anatomy encyclopedia immediately threw her book and ran towards the front door as soon as she heard a familiar voice on the intercom.
Something was strange that day. In addition to Papa Reksa, Nanny Sri who is cooking in the kitchen, there is a new person–not Guru Irna– who is standing at the side of the door.
Sera strangely saw this person standing at the entrance like her.
Brothers, sisters, she said her name was Shain. He's 24 years old–still young, if said Papa. He said he'd escort Sera.
“...” but this guy never smiles, standing from afar, Sera always feels this guy staring at her sharply.
Sera grabs the door-holding handle to open it, but Shain precedes her.
Sera and Shain looked at each other. Shain felt guilty for extinguishing Sera's spirit, while Sera felt annoyed that this person had preceded her.
Shain opened the door wide and Sera's attention was diverted to the approaching figure.
“Assalamu’alaikum! Sera!”
“Bu Ilna!” She ran through the terrace before crashing and hugging Ms. Irna as she often did at school.
“Come in, come in, this is home Sela. Come on in, Miss Ilna!”
Teacher Irna laughed at Sera's movements. He thought that this one disciple would instantly move on and forget about it. I didn't think he would accept a lunch invitation. It's already the third day he hasn't seen Sera, by the way.
Shain who stood not far away just nodded at Teacher Irna, not adding any more expressions. His hair in the lower pouches neatly, his ready position and his black coat characterize the special profession that Guru Irna knows.
He didn't say much, thinking about Mutual status, Teacher Irna simply nodded.
Shain saw the two hugging each other like brothers and went inside. She never expected, The little miss whom she thought was shy, introverted and gentle could turn out to be active as well.
The most distant interaction the two had, Shain recalled. As the two scramble for the door handle.
Yeah, just now.
Recalling her Miss round eyes staring from afar, Shain took a deep breath.
The lady is so sweet.
Too bad, even though he likes children, his favorite never likes Shain.
“Bu Ilna,” Sera patted the sofa with passion. “Tas!”
Without waiting for a response, Sera returned to Guru Irna and extended her hand.
“Tas.”
“Oh..,”
The young woman handed the bag in her hand to Sera, wondering if it would be flanked.
But Sera just put down the bag, then pulled Guru Irna's hand for a tour around the room.
Faced with this enthusiasm, Teacher Irna was of course pleased.
“This is high Sela. Sela up... five..meter!”
Sera pointed to the sign line on the wall that his Papa had just made.
“Sera five meters high?”
“Yup.” The boy seemed to get an idea, then pushed the rider Guru Irna to the wall before running around looking for a paper marker.
Upon his return, witnessing the unattainable height, Sera was instantly confused as to what to do.
Irna's teacher took the marker from Sera's hand and gave it his own mark.
“Wow! Height!” Sera saw a high comparison of herself and Guru Irna.
The little girl then took him upstairs after finishing the first floor tour.
“Slowly.” Sera looked at Teacher Irna and imitated her Papa, watching her teacher's feet climb the stairs.
Amused at once touched.
“This is guest. Ms. Ilna sleeps... sleep here.”.
“Oh, guest room, okay.” just no chance for himself to sleep here.
“It's a pool, for swimming. Sela gets into the air, nose pain. Gasuka swam.” his little legs then ran, but approaching the swimming pool he immediately walked very slowly.
“In, Bu Ilna do not enter.” he said, like sharing a big secret.
Suddenly, a low voice interrupted the chatter of the two.
“Sera.”
“Papa!” the little girl ran straight to her Papa and was swinging into a sling.
“Papa, this is Bu Ilna.” this is not the first time Sera introduced one person to another. He usually takes on that role in school if there are new children. Unfortunately, the little ones don't understand. Sera felt unappreciated. Doesn't matter.
“Bu Ilna, this is Papa Sela.”
“Halo.” the two shook hands before Reksa apologized for just showing up.
Adult chatter is a bit boring for kids, but Sera has an unusual attraction. He listened seriously.
The three of them went down the stairs and sat in the living room.
While Reksa talks with Guru Irna, Sera goes to the kitchen to bring her a drink with a small tray of plant images. He has his own kitchen.
After receiving the thank you, Sera did not interrupt or interrupt during her papa chat. He pulls the block box placed on the side of the tv table and scatters it over the sofa on the side of Muta before playing it.
“For three days this means Sera hasn't entered school, huh?” ask Teacher Irna.
“Engga rush, it happens that my office also moved, so we are again at home first.”
Reksa opened the cookies one by one while replying. Sera who was always watching from the tail of her eyes, saw that and immediately went down to open the other keler before returning to sit and play.
The two adults agreed not to comment and only pay attention. Neither Reksa nor Guru Irna of the two kept throwing compliments.
Assume that all these gestures are natural and natural.
Irna's teacher never knew what kind of interaction this father and son had between him.
He watched as Reksa said nothing, but those eyes looked at Sera softly, implied by the pride there.
“Sera her son is easy to get along with, she definitely adapts well in her new school.”
Sera, who heard his name, was not sure of the content of the sentence. But from his tone, he must have been praised. Sera pretended to focus on playing.
“I hope Sera doesn't bother at her school.”
Hearing that Sera glared at her Papa, but instantly remembered she was pretending not to listen and finally did not protest–she reassembled the beam.
Teacher Irna who was watching from across held a smile and replied. “Same as no. Sera is very obedient and always helps her friends at school. He was very popular in his school.” last sentence spoken with a little whisper.
Sera frowned because she could not hear what it was.
The two discussed other topics before returning.
He knows, not all children are as good as his daughter. Difficulties must exist. He could imagine the chaos in Kindergarten just by thinking of ten Sera crying together.
Catastrophe.
Teacher Irna understood that worry. There is so much to think about as a single father. Once again he felt touched by the attention that Mutual showed. “Di TK good, very good. The spirit is rich and never wears off. The energy is endless!”
Reksa was astonished and amazed by the enthusiasm of Guru Irna. There was still apparently a young teacher who had this kind of spirit.
“Betah but, right?”
Teacher Irna was a little confused. Maybe Sera never told you anything? Teacher Irna simply answered according to his view.
“Iya at home.But would you like to move?”
Mutual surprised. “Loh, want to move?” Sera told me nothing. He thought Teacher Irna would teach for a long time?
Sera immediately exclaimed. “You moved?” could it be that Teacher Irna is going to come to her new school?
Teacher Irna: ... How is something wrong?
“Sera instead of moving?”
The mutual then realized. “Oh, yes, she moved..,”
The two looked awkwardly at each other. Teacher Irna put on a business smile, her expression showing nothing else. But his slowly reddened face denied all that.
The cow finally laughed. Apparently this young master was easily embarrassed as well.
“Sorry, sorry, I misunderstood.” as a gentleman, he pretended to be unconscious.
Sera blinked a few times. She also saw Teacher Irna's face flushed red but her focus was on something else.
“Bu Ilna moved too?” the little girl was already standing beside Teacher Irna, hugging her thighs.
Teacher Irna who was relieved her face turned red considering the misunderstanding earlier.
“Engga, Ms. Irna has not moved.”
“Sela who moved?”
“Iya.”
“Bu Ilna follow Sela.” the boy was silent for a moment. “Sela well, who is in school ngga.” she explained with confidence. The person Sera was referring to was the boy who had always made Guru Irna troubled. But for a small child, it is normal.
Sera is one of the most observant children.
“Bu Irna stay there so that everything can be good rich Sera.”
Hearing that Sera could not say anything. He just put on a pouting face. How else, Teacher Irna is like an angel. Blatantly, Sera let out a long breath.
Irna's teacher: ???
Until the Nanny Sri came out of the kitchen and finished cooking then the atmosphere changed.
“Everything eats together aja.” said Reksa. Because it's not a formal dinner. He wants the atmosphere to help Sera not to keep thinking about ‘moving’ and ‘moving’.
Okay, he actually wants to make Teacher Irna more comfortable. If it was only with him it seemed like the young teacher's face would be flushed again.
Shain also sat down for lunch. This was his first time as a personal bodyguard, hence he was a little stiff once he sat down with his master.
They eat together. Except with Shain, Sera was familiar with the others. The child is active; nor does Mutual reprimand to eat in silence as usual.
Finished helping to put down the dirty dishes, Sera immediately pulled Teacher Irna's hand into her room.
Reksa actually never asked Sera to do homework; other than cleaning her toys. But the little girl seemed to have the intention to do so. He doesn't know what his motivation is, but Mutual doesn't stop him.
“Bu Ilna, sleep.”
“Huh?”
“Tidul noon. Nap time.” Sera pointed at her young blue bed.
Reksa was about to stop but Guru Irna agreed.
While Sera was lying on the bed, Guru Irna leaned against the head of the bed and began to pick up one of the fables closest to her.
Greatest Commander, the title.
Trained teacher Irna began to read the story.
Today Sera woke up so early and actively did many activities to prepare for the arrival of her teacher.
In between her eyelids that were getting heavy, Sera remembered she had not shown her treasure to Teacher Irna. He thought, he would show it to Teacher Irna upon waking up later.
Unfortunately when he woke up, Teacher Irna had already returned home.
“Sorry I have to go home now.” Teacher Irna felt bad, because she could not say goodbye to Sera.
“Ngga nothing, later I will tell you. Thanks for coming, sorry Sera troublesome.”
“Same as ngga.”
“If there is a time to stop by home once.”
Teacher Irna knew the meaning of the phrase Mutual and nodded in understanding.
“Oh yes, this.” Mutual handed him a paper bag containing sweets and an envelope.
“Yesterday Sera makes with Bi Sri.” Mutual shook his head slowly. “If he forgets, he'll go berserk.”
Teacher Irna laughed at hearing that.
After Guru Irna's return; plus Sera's sleep that afternoon, Reksa got a rare quiet time.
Mutual sits in a barbed chair on the balcony with a glass of juice, a snack and a laptop that shows the latest financial information.
Muta reached out her hand to pluck the cake, but what she felt was even a tangled texture like hair.
Reksa.
“!!!”
Little Sera stood by the table, her hair messy like a bird's nest. His large round eyes were staring straight at Reksa.
“Oh, Sera is awake?” Rabb, surprise my son.
Once asked, feeling the attention, Sera's expression immediately changed. Her lips pursed, her eyes glazed and her face began to turn red.
Mutual gulps.
“Mau... eat ice cream?”
“...Ms Ilnaaa...!!!” Sera's cry broke.
Muta sighed.
Before he was ready to persuade Sera, Reksa spent his juice first without hurry.
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