The Arabic Teacher

Women Scared

Ever since Vita and Ustadz Dafi chat in her room, Vita was determined to try to bury her feelings deeply. Waiting is boring, even more so the rejection he always gets, reluctantly feels back to chasing the love he could never have.

Vita lay with her head resting on her lap.

"Mom, if in the end ustadz Dafi love Vita how? Do you still not approve of us?"

"Healah ndok, don't ngayal too high. I don't think it's possible. Already to, this is already a sleep mall there tomorrow school do not be late!"

As it turns out, burying these feelings is a very appropriate choice. Although it is difficult, but it will be much more difficult to get the love of ustadz Dafi.

Vita decides to immediately sleep in the dim light.

****

Vita parked her bike neatly, while Lala was busy breaking her headscarf in the rearview mirror.

The reflection of ustadz Dafi was seen there, but this time there was something different. Ustadz Dafi entered the schoolyard with the hands of a veiled woman. Lala tried to cover it up so that Vita would not see the scene that would make her heart hurt.

"Look, La! No need to be prevented that," said Vita suddenly.

"Lo not papa?" Lala was worried about her best friend.

Vita nodded even though her eyes were not strong enough to hold the puddle.

"Lo's not after ustadz Dafi? This time I promise I won't report to Aunt Rahma."

Vita shook her head without making a sound, her chest tight. Apparently this is the reason why ustadz always rejects. Why not say frankly if you already have a candidate?

Seeing someone he loves with another woman, no one's heart will feel fine.

There was a knife stuck in it and scratched it, the pain penetrated the other organ.

His eyes were misty, collapsing as well as running water soaked his cheeks. Lala hugged Vita giving a calm. As he hid, he would not be able to endure the bloodless pain. The wound was invisible, but the pain was incredible.

"Ustadz Dafi evil, La." Vita said as he pleased in the arms of his best friend.

"Lo's patient, Vit. It's time you have to be strong, it's time you pointed out if you can move on."

Unable to say anymore, Lala invites Vita to enter the class immediately considering that the learning hours will begin soon.

Ustadz Dafi entered the classroom as usual, passing one by one his students.

"Vita Amayra!"

The one who was called did not answer, he just silently daydreamed as if he had heard nothing but the image of ustadz Dafi who was in intimate company with the veiled woman.

"Vita, woy..!"

"Eh, why?" Vita wiped her tears that fell without excuse after she woke up from her daydream.

"Anty didn't hear a hiatus from me!" Ustadz Dafi asked with a thunderous voice filling the room.

"Sorry, ustadz."

Saying nothing and no objection, Vita walked out of the classroom. He sat on the bench alone.

Shortly after, someone thrust mineral water at Vita.

"This is for you, must be thirsty, right?"

Vita raised her face to see who was coming. Vita received his gift, and invited him to sit beside her.

"Because of takzir?" Ask.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Your face is pale, is it sick?"

Vita shook her head, "No."

A few moments quiet...

Vita ventured to ask about her relationship with ustadz Dafi.

"Ukhty's a new student?"

"No. Just stop by someone, "he replied with a smile.

"Definitely special? The sample is filled with everything."

"Yes, he's special to me and means a lot in my life."

Degs...

Come on, Vit, why do we need to be clear again? Isn't it clear they're lovers? I may not be husband and wife for long. Now you have to understand, you are not as level and comparable with these ukhty-ukhty, obviously ustadz Dafi is more choosy.

"Sir, what's there?" Suddenly ustadz Dafi approached.

"Chat, bosen in the dalem continue."

"Laper?" Ask ustadz Dafi.

The veiled woman nodded.

"We went to the cafeteria!"

They walked away without caring about the Vita there. It feels more and more awkward, want it feels to go home now and cry, yelling fast evoke all the contents of a heart that has been destroyed.

"Anty can come in now! Ask them anty for the lesson" said Ustadz Dafi and passed away. Apparently he came back to Vita after a few steps away.

Vita did not answer and did not react. Let alone to talk, just set his breath he had a little trouble. How not? The tightness in his chest was like something was squeezing. Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken? It has been rejected, made jealous anyway, the pain of double-double.

⁇ ️TBC️