The Arabic Teacher

Used Box

Vita hugged Lala from behind, hiding her face there. Vita's crying voice made Lala panic, what happened to her?

In the end they chose to go home and skip school.

It still feels clearly painful because of the rejection of ustadz Dafi. Vita wandered down every corridor of the school. Either footstep took him where, have no purpose. Ustadz Dafi's words were still ringing in his ears.

Disappointed sure! But it's not Vita if she has to back down before she gets accepted. Yes that's how love makes him feel stupid, chasing him again despite being rejected. I don't know when the dictionary without giving up it survives.

"Lo daydreaming mulu deh, daydreaming what the hell?" Lala asked who had just entered the classroom from nowhere.

Reluctant to answer his best friend's question, but a second later, the teacher came to fill the first lesson hour.

I pulled the drawer looking for textbooks on schedule. Lala was watching me from earlier.

Vita's mood is really bad. Even seeing a lizard on the wall alone made him emotional.

"Lo's still heartbroken huh, Vit?"

"Where La, ustadz Dafi was my first love, rejected instead" he replied with a bent face.

"Keep out?"

"Not really, just.."

"Fight dong, don't give up! I support you," said Lala smiling to give her best friend spirit.

They embrace each other and strengthen each other. But it didn't last long after Bu Lusi's blaring voice rang out loudly filling the room.

"What the fuck are you guys? Now you two stand in front of the class until my lesson time is over!"

"Gara-gara lo anyway, Vit's using everything," grumbled Lala blames.

"Lo also used my hugs."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Rice has become porridge, they again and again must be takzir. Lala and Vita stand in front of the class until Bu Lusi's lesson is over. Every now and then Vita looked outwards, and would see ustadz Dafi passing by. Itung-itung so the encouragement of this takziran. That is my way of being happy. Even seeing her walking straight without looking back my heart blossomed.

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The next day after dawn prayers, Vita reluctantly closed her eyes again. This morning the activity he did was to force his mother to teach him to cook fried rice with a flat egg on it.

Of course his mother was astonished, but Ms. Rahma did not bother, moreover Vita reasoned that she was an adult and it was time to learn to cook.

The smell of fried rice is really appetizing. Vita tasted his fried rice. After it feels quite good and feels right, Vita put it in the lunch box. Feeling that everything was in order, Vita decided to take a shower and left for school.

Arriving at school, Vita was silent in front of the gate waiting for someone. Lala was waiting from a distance.

Soon after, the target of Vita appeared.

"Assalamualaikum, ustadz."

"Waalaikumsalam, you.."

"Why tadz, am I beautiful huh? My mother also said it's tadz."

His gaze began to be unfriendly, it seemed that ustadz Dafi was starting to grow furious and was about to step away. Vita quickly gave the breakfast he had made at dawn. Full of struggle and love, fried rice ala Vita is now in the hands of his favorite ustadz.

"This what?"

"Back box, tadz."

"I know what he meant to do?"

"Make ustadz. I know ustadz must be a breakfast bell, right?"

Vita headed for class with a happy smile after seeing her gift well received by ustadz Dafi. That way he was more eager to learn, even more so today sports lessons, it was certain that all the students gathered on the field.

Mr. Burhan as a gym teacher entered the class before ordering all students to jump into the field. The entire schoolgirl sat quietly considering that Mr. Burhan was the most feared teacher in the school. But unlike Vita, he was interested in the supply box that Mr. Burhan brought. Vita nudges Lala's arm and asks her to see something in Mr. Burhan's hand.

"Like doang times, Vit."

"Maybe."

Vita and Lala deliberately wait for their classmates to come out first, including Mr. Burhan. With the aim he wanted to make sure the supply box lying on the table that Mr. Burhan had brought. After everything came out except for Vita and Lala, they hurriedly approached and confirmed the blue box. It is clearly a box of supplies that is very similar to what Vita gave ustadz Dafi earlier. To be more sure, Vita opens and looks at the contents inside.

"It doesn't look like La, it really does have me."

"But how can you be the same Mr Burhan?" Lala asked, making them look at each other.

"What if you guys are still inside? Get out!" Mr. Burhan's shocking voice made Vita immediately pull Lala's hand, not to forget he also brought his stock box.

Running small in the field and doing warm-up movements, but the look of Vita's eyes is always fixed on the teacher's room. The goal is only one, asking for clarification to ustadz Dafi for the supply box he has given him. Why is my stockbox the same as Burhan's?

"Ustadz Dafi should explain this, La. I can't be fooled like this."

"Lo really, Vit. It's good to play with that guy, try to give him to me, I don't refuse."

"Your bun!"

Lala giggled amusedly. An hour of exercise, it was time for them to change into white-gray uniforms. Laper actually, but what's the fate of my supply box?

Lala kept whining asking to go to the cafeteria immediately. After that, they thought about asking ustadz Dafi for an explanation. But when they entered the cafeteria, Ustadz Dafi walked out with a cup of coffee in his hand. The charm that makes Vita so unmoved that it makes it difficult to move. Luckily Lala made her realize by nudging Vita's arm.

"Ustad!" Vita chased after ustadz Dafi who walked past him.

"What else is it?" Keto.

"Ustadz, why is the box I love with Mr Burhan?" Ask Vita a little.

"Don't he give it to me? So it's up to me to whom."

Lala who heard it immediately pulled her best friend's hand and whispered, "Benere also Vit, it's her right."

Vita still does not accept what Ustadz Dafi did. He took pains to make fried rice by forcing the mother to teach him. But what was obtained there was no appreciation or just gratitude. That's for you, ustadz, not anyone else!

"But not that dong ustadz, should ustadz eat alone. It's called ustadz do not appreciate the gift of others can be said also nolak rezeky."

Long times wide Vita protested against ustadz Dafi for a provision of food. But the empress was silent with her flat expression there was not even the slightest face of guilt.

"Ustadz if anyone says it look at his face, not even bow," protested Vita again.

"Have protested?"

Vita nodded.

"If you'll excuse me." Ustadz Dafi just walked away making Vita look sad.

"What is he not, La?"

"Yes is the time of ghosts" Lala answered, pulling Vita's hand to enter the canteen.

Between surprise and disappointment, Vita felt limp all her efforts were again worth zero. Why is your love so hard to get, ustadz? His throat feels dry needs a refreshment that can eliminate his thirst. Immediately Vita grabbed a container containing water on the table and drank it. This impingement is not comparable to what ustadz Dafi did to make a heart slashed.

"Eh, dudul, what were you drinking?" Lala thrust out the orange ice she just had on her message. Vita was surprised and more precisely he just realized something. His eyes were fixed to an aluminum container on the table whose contents were exhausted. They both looked at each other.

"Rubber!"

⁇ ️TBC️