The Arabic Teacher
Get Tired
Next week, is the final time for Madrasah Aliyah As-Salam students to determine who graduated and who was left behind. They will be doing the semester exam at the beginning of the week.
After the embarrassing incident a week ago at the house of Ustadz Dafi, Vita slowly dodged. He never again looked for ustadz Dafi to just greet him. Moreover, Lala who always watched him to no longer pursue ustadz Dafi who clearly rejected him.
"Gue will report to aunt Rahma if you are desperate!" That's how Lala threatened him.
Though, his heart was tormented withstanding longing. Longing to want to talk to him, longing to want to look at him, even silly he also missed his anger.
"Lo's ready for next week's test, Vit?" Ask Lala on the sidelines of those who want to go to class.
"Udah dong, I'm really ready."
From a distance someone ran to call Vita.
His breathing makes him a little difficult to talk, especially his body super bombs.
"Why Tun?"
"You are called ustadz Dafi."
"Huh, seriously?"
"I'm boong, sono gih samperin!"
Vita looked at Lala, who was stared at kicking her shoulders a sign of not knowing anything.
Vita asks Lala to go to class first with Atun, while he will fulfill the call of Ustadz Dafi in his room.
Slightly nervous, Vita knocked on the door asking for permission to go inside.
"Why, Vita?" Ask Mr. Burhan.
"Sorry sir, I was asked iftz Dafi to see him."
Mr. Burhan nodded, "Just wait at his desk, he goes to the toilet." Vita nodded, walked to the blocked Ustadz Dafi table with a closet, then sat down to wait for the owner of the name Muhamad Dafi to appear.
About two minutes Vita waited, finally ustadz Dafi appeared with his dehemant voice.
"Even I'm willing to wait as long as possible until the ustadz is actually ready." Vita replied softly but still heard in the ears of ustadz Dafi.
Ustadz Dafi chuckled, then sat down opposite the girl who was always chasing him.
"To the point, why did ustadz call me?"
"At that time, I took a look at the anty to the library of Arabic dictionary nyari, which part of my lesson made it difficult for anty?"
Vita did not have time to answer, ustadz Dafi resumed his sentence.
"It turns out to be very persistent efforts anty to make my heart melt."
"His name is also love" he replied, looking down in shame.
"Creally love?"
Vita nodded.
"But Anty was too young to understand love. Maybe Anty only understands the word, but not the meaning and the meaning."
"I mean ustadz?"
"Vita, I really appreciate how you feel about me. But again the feeling you feel towards me is not real love. Love has its own meaning which means very deep, not love as you always show me" said Ustadz Dafi.
This is the first time Ustadz has called me by my own name. But it doesn't feel fair to what I feel in here. I think love is still love, it cannot be differentiated just because it shows a different way. I love you for real, not a coincidence of your good looks. You're right, ustadz, maybe I don't understand the true meaning and meaning of love, but doesn't that need an explanation?
Vita smiled wryly looking at the face of the man who always rejected it."I have never regretted what I feel now, no matter what kind of response the Ustadz had. I just thought, ustadz can't accept me so justadz said that. My abandonment, my silence, does not mean that I hate and forget my feelings. May ustadz never regret! And forgive me for all my feelings that make ustadz uncomfortable, I'm sorry assalammualaikum."
"Getishalight."
Vita rushed out of the teacher's room, but he did not go straight to class, but he went to the fish pond that was behind the school.
Vita shed her tears there, it was tight to hear ustadz Dafi's distrust of his feelings. Is true love measured by a person's age? Seeing my age is still a dozen years old, do ustadz think my love is just playing around? Feelings for a moment? As long as I know, it's the first time I've ever felt such an incredible love. Ustadz, until when do I have to endure for a love that is never avenged? I'm getting tired..
⁇ ️TBC️
