The Arabic Teacher

Heart Vitamins

One week after the return of his parents and friends, Vita again underwent his activities as a santri. But he was a little uncomfortable when he met ustadz Ilham, on the other hand Vita felt guilty for rejecting him. How else, the heart can not be stretched like a rope. Vita can only hope that no one feels hurt by it.

Asatidz offices are not usually this crowded, Vita stepped closer to him by carrying two bushels from Umi Hilda. Surely not alone, accompanied by Manda roommate Vita to the room asatidz and asatidzah convey the mandate of Umi Hilda.

"A lot of people, Vit?"

"There may be a sideburner," replied Vita not too focused.

Vita knocked on the door to say hello and then stepped in to give two bushels to Umi Hilda. Sure enough, the office was so crowded because someone visited, Vita was not too focused even he always looked down not to see who was coming.

"Thank you, Vita," said one of the ustadzah there.

Vita nodded,"Afwan, ustadzah. I'm sorry assalammualaikum."

"Getishalight."

"Ehem!"

Vita stopped her steps after hearing someone's deheman. His voice is not foreign, imaginary or real? But it feels impossible! Vita shook her head quickly and walked out of the room again. Is it because you miss too much? Ustadz, Vita kangen..

"Afwan, this is Anty's, '" he said showing the brooch veil before Vita actually stepped away.

Degs...

Vita turned her back completely staring at her interlocutor. The voice and name Vita always misses. That figure was currently standing right in front of him, if only this was not a crowded place, I would embrace you ustadz. No matter the expense, the important thing is that I can treat long-cherished longing.

"U-ustadz Dafi," murmured Vita softly, even barely making a sound.

"What?" But not with the hearing of ustadz Dafi, he could still hear the cry.

"Thank you ustadz, this is mine, he said, asking ustadz Dafi to drop the veil brooch on his palm. Ustadz Dafi smiled, many changes from this girl in her High School days. Usually Vita takes it straight from his hand, but this time it does not. His hand was completely unwilling to be touched, he chose to extend his hand waiting for ustadz Dafi to give it to himself.

Ustadz Dafi dropped the veil brooch on Vita's palm without touching it, the owner pulled Manda's hand and ran away in a hurry. Ustad Dafi grinned at him, no one watching them with jelly except ustadz Ilham.

Ustadz Dafi spoke again with the others, but not with Ustadz Ilham who looked at him without excretion from his seat.

"Vita, what the hell are you doing? You know ustadz?" Ask Manda curious.

"Kok you know that he's ustadz?"

"Yes nebak aja, from his clothes he is not much different from the teachers here, meaning ustadz dong," he replied making Vita nod.

Manda agrees, he goes first to Umi Hilda's house, while Vita heads to the bathroom. Arriving there, Vita did not really want to throw away, but rather prancing with excitement over what he saw earlier. His beloved Ustad was really present in front of him, he was more handsome after four months did not meet. Aaaa wants a hug..

How happy to see ustadz Dafi in the boarding school where he studied. But then his curiosity arose, from where did ustadz Dafi know of his existence in this cottage? All Vita knew was that there were only a few people, including Lala and Umi Kulsum.

Vita struggled with her question, now was not the right time to ask with ustadz Dafi. Moreover, the current living environment is a boarding school, it is very unlikely that he is free to meet ustadz Dafi and talk to him at will, given the prohibition for ukhty and aki to speak only two without urgent interests.

"Umi, in the office was very crowded," said Manda who was washing dishes.

"Yes, the son of santri Umi used to come here. He's the coolest kid, and an S2 graduate in cairo."

"Oh that, but how do you like to know that same Vit is ustadz," again Manda was curious and continued to ask that to Vita.

"Emang Vita knows Dafi?" Ask Umi Hilda who seems to be curious.

"See also new, Umi," Vita replied lying.

Not the time he told me about ustadz Dafi who had been an Arabic teacher when he was still in High School. It was not Vita's intention to lie, it was just that it still needed time to tell all the details.

"Oh his name is ustadz Dafi huh, Umi? Is he the new Asatidz here?"

"The plan is that, but Umi can't be sure yet" replied Umi Hilda.

Vita was only a listener between Umi Hilda and Manda, but occasionally he also joined in saying. There was a sense of happiness in his heart if it was true that Ustadz Dafi would become the new acididz in this boarding school. But worrying things are also being thought Vita, what about Mom? Who clearly opposed him to no longer pursue ustadz Dafi even asked him to reconsider the intention of ustadz Ilham who wanted to menghitbahnua.

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Vita walked down the corridor of the cottage with a book intent on finding the Ustadzah Mila who had been waiting for him to deposit memorization.

Accidentally Vita passed by ustadz Dafi who wanted to go to the room asatidz. Vita lowered her head, though her mood became incoherent between happiness and shame.

"Learning diligently" said ustadz Dafi, making Vita lift her head. He looked back to see the owner of the voice passing away. Vita's smile expands, "Ustadz!"

"Anna Uhibopen, ustadz!"

Ustadz Dafi smiled then nodded, Vita prancing in joy after seeing ustadz Dafi again stepping away. He was no longer angry or lecturing her when Vita expressed feelings. What does it mean that Ustadz Dafi is in love?

Luckily the corridor is not so crowded, in this hour of study all students are pursuing their lessons in their respective classes. Vita ran feeling unable to stand with her heart that was happy, the spirit to learn more and more. Vitamin C is already coming, life booster, heart booster, and heart vitamin. Ustadz I Love you..

⁇ ️TBC️