The Arabic Teacher

New Teacher

"Vita!" Shouted Ms. Yasmin.

Auto kalangkabut dong, where hijab has not been used again. My fault is also sitting on the table and removing the hijab which is the attribute of the school. How else, beyond the tremendous heat, the heat could penetrate my head which was originally wrapped in a hijab. If only my father was the owner of this school, I would have asked him to install a fan.

"Married Lu, Vit! So do not open the hijab, still," said Lala slightly whispered sitting in her place.

"Ah, noisy Lu!"

Vita walked closer towards Bu Yasmin who was the teacher of BK at Madrasah Aliyah As-Salam. While looking down, the anger of Bu Yasmin could still be felt by Vita hearing her hunting breath.

"You again, you again. I give you a tired punishment, Vita. Aren't you tired of being takzir?"

Vita looked down, her gaze focused on the end of her shoe that was starting to gap. Looks like starving aka asking for blue glue.

"I'm sorry, Vita!" Bu Yasmin's jolt made Vita rewind her body a little surprised. Lucky I can still maintain the balance, if I can't touch dong, right berabe. Not the pain, but the shame..

"I'm sorry, Mom," Vita replied, finally venturing to raise her face to see the creepy look of Ms. Yasmin who was right in front of her face.

Ms. Yasmin shook her head, either bored or tired, a minute later she ordered me to sit back. He said, soon there will be new teachers who fill in Arabic lessons in place of previous teachers.

Ms. Yasmin stood her back to the students while removing the graffiti of Madrasah Aliyah As-Salam, especially this class on the board. From the alay language of young people to the language of animals is clearly displayed there. It is no secret that even all teachers have been very familiar with how this class is.

Suddenly someone was knocking at the door.

"Assalammualaikum, sorry ma'am I'm late," he said as he stepped in.

"Waalaikumsalam, it's okay sir," replied Ms. Yasmin smiling faintly then introducing who it was. Apparently he was the new teacher that Ms. Yasmin had talked about earlier. When viewed from the looks of it is quite yes, his nose pointed and his face to arab-araban. No wonder if he calls it an Arabic teacher, it is suitable.

"Assalammualaikum, good morning brothers, introduce my name Dafi and you can call ustadz Dafi. As Ms. Yasmin said earlier, I came as a substitute for the previous Arabic teacher."

Cheers were so crowded that they filled the classroom. The noise created from the mouths of the women made a riot happen. Understandably, this school is the majority of women, see who mlesnong less begging for mercy. There are some male teachers, but already on expired aka kolot.

"Vit, for what reason did the Arab prince become a teacher in our school."

"Ah, your noisy. Ntar he kegeeran if horrified, his head may be bulging big."

Vita observed every move of the new teacher. His gaze did not escape the slightest of his sight. He felt fascinated by the authority of ustadz Dafi who was explaining the subject matter. The look in her eyes, the curvature of her smile, even her voice made Vita want to see again and again.

"Beauty!" Gumam Vita.

"Vit, woy, called noh," Lala was a little angry to see her best friend staring at ustadz Dafi.

Vita flinched, she came to a realization with an eraser hovering right on her face."Who threw my face with this buluk eraser, here if you dare!" Vita said with a waist.

"I! Any issues?"

"U-Ustadz," Vita was nervous, he was sitting limply wiping his head wrapped in a hijab. If only I could be like Naruto, turn myself into some. Maybe at this time I can disappear far from the face of ustadz Dafi. And what did the teacher do? He approached me instead, while Lala was my best friend this time he spoke a thousand languages. Bagosssss, fucking best friend!

"Try anty stand up!" Ustadz Dafi looked at me.

Vita got up from her seat while pointing at herself for more reassurance."My ustadz? My name is Vita, ustadz, not anty. How the hell.."

Buaha..

"Vita-Vita, at least pinter dikit haha," led one of his friends from the direction of the front seat.

Ustadz Dafi held back a laugh watching him close his mouth quickly. Even Lala also smiles herself seeing the behavior of her best friend. Fortunately temen, if not gibeng cave also lu.

****

The most awaited hour finally came as well, the break bell rang, Vita and Lala headed for the cafeteria by ordering two bowls of meatballs at once. Eits, but not for both, but only Vita. Hunger or greed? I don't know, Vita ordered two bowls of meatballs for herself.

"Yes slowly Vit. Keselek nyahok you," said Lala pulled his chair and then sipped the orange ice he had ordered. Vita who felt very hungry so greedy eating meatballs whose steam is still flying.

"Giggly.."

Lala laughed, "What did you say."

"Damn you," grumbled Vita then sipped his drink.

To be friends with Lala do not ask, they are best friends since childhood because of his adjacent home. You could say Vita and Lala are friends of the game. Initially schools in different places, in this gray white period they were one school even one class. How about having a frequency friend do you think?

Lala's gaze stopped at the footsteps of someone who was about to enter the canteen.

"Vit, noh ustadz Dafi. Why is he here?"

"Where?" Vita dizzy looking for the existence of ustadz Dafi in the canteen.

"Cie nyariin, I think you will like the same ustadz Dafi," ledek Lala held back her laughter.

"Open the hell you are, gaje. Oddly part of you, people to the cafeteria used to be asked what, yes obviously want the stomach," replied Vita a little upset, he did not care anymore with Lala and chose to focus on eating his food.

"But I'm serious, noh ustadz Dafi is sitting in the corner."

The Vita reflex looks back. Sure enough what Lala said, ustadz Dafi sat alone at the corner table with tea est in front of him.

The crazy idea came up all of a sudden, Vita got up from her seat then climbed up the chair. He clapped and shouted for the attention of everyone in the cafeteria. As desired, Vita became the center of attention of people who were in the cafeteria. Some were whispering, some were indifferent, some were screaming asking him to come down. Curiosity also arose in the minds of ustadz Dafi, seeing the new teacher looking at him, Vita smiled happily. And this is the time for vengeance!

"Consider everything, stop eating! Because I want to tell you all. Look at someone sitting in that corner, right? You must be strangers, right, not yet in the knowledge? Well I want to tell you that he is our new teacher filler Arabic maple. Don't you want to meet that handsome teacher?"

Lala tugged at her best friend's shirt asking her to come down and stop her behavior.

"Vita, are you looking to die?"

"Shutt diem, La. You sit quietly and abisin lo drinks it, after this we cappus."

Lala patted her forehead, she felt her security was threatened because of Vita. What else saw the gaze of Ustadz Dafi who turned into eagle eyes that were ready to pounce on its prey.

In contrast to Vita, instead of being scared he looked back at the new teacher with a look no less creepy. Abstain for him to retreat before he finished.

"The belom of acquaintance come dong acquaintance! Not polite, one canteen but pretend not to know. Come on-ayo, the time and place I gave it up!"

Everyone gathered around ustadz Dafi. Vita smiled knotingly looking at him then pulled Lala's hand to follow him leaving the place. Shame in reply shame, and now break even already. One who dared to humiliate me in front of the class, now also dong rasain. We score each other ustadz, equally shy.

⁇ ️TBC️