The Arabic Teacher

Letterbox

The bell rang, Vita and Lala rushed to the parking lot. This time Vita's view is not only focused on the streets, but a store that sells various trinkets across the street. Vita asks Lala to stop her motorcycle right in front of the store. After the motorbike stopped, Vita immediately rushed into the store by following Lala after parking the motorbike.

They saw various trinkets in the storefront. But nothing caught his attention.

"What's up, Vit? Funny again, how much does it cost?" Lala felt anxious to see it.

"Expensive, La, my money's not enough."

"Vit, I have a frog piggy bank at home, if you want to use it first!"

"Seriously?" Vita sparkles instantly.

Lala nodded, "But we need tape first, because all the change."

Vita patted his eel, feeling it was hard work. Mending is not. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on a shelf that contained books, invitations and so forth.

"Vit.." Lala raised her eyebrows showing a plastic containing pink paper. Vita quickly picked it up, and instantly her smile was perfect. Now he knew the most effective way of expressing feelings without being known to people was to send him a letter. Mr. Ustadz handsome, wait for my love letter huh?!

*****

Vita took the pink paper out of the plastic. His heart was excited to feel impatient to immediately incline his heart in the paper in the form of writing. He picked up the pen with red ink and began to scratch the words that had always been stored in his heart. The word set was ready for him to write on it.

Dear USTADZ

The DAFI

Cute. Assalammualikum..

After ustadz reads this letter, maybe my heart will feel relieved. I'm trying to resist the embarrassment of being able to send you a letter about how my heart and my feelings are.

Forgive me for loving you, my teacher. But ustadz, doesn't love need a struggle? And allow me to keep fighting to keep my feelings in order to get you.

Ustadz, no heart will feel fine when love is not welcome. Including the rejection many times that ustadz gave. But I'm not angry about it, I feel like I need to work hard to fight for my love.

Ustad! Doesn't love have to be sincere? Therefore I sincerely wait, waiting until Ustadz will accept me. Even though I have to ask every day. To this day, this is all I can convey through writing. Next time we connect again.

Enough and receive love

Marked

Vita was satisfied with the letter he had made. Her smile grew again impatiently waiting for tomorrow.

Vita folded the paper neatly, so that ustadz Dafi was amazed when he opened it. He smiled to himself imagining the expression of Ustadz Dafi as he read this letter.

Not wanting to be late for tomorrow, Vita decides to go to bed soon.

****

The most stressful day for Vita, he had to think hard how to deliver the letter to his beloved ustadz. He did not have the courage to give it directly. Some were terrified, afraid that the letter would move into the trash before it was read.

"Where's dong, Vit? The book was kept on peeking" Lala was also confused in what way she helped her best friend give the letter to the idol. They planned to slip the letter in the dictate book that Dafi ustadz always took with him wherever he went.

"Gue was also confused, how is it?"

"Are we going to his desk?"

"That's what it's called to die."

Lala laughed hearing that, she rose from her seat to the library. Lala asks Vita to follow her.

"Gue has a way to work" said Lala confidently.

The plan was very curious, but as much as possible Vita held it. Besides, Lala wouldn't tell him before things settled down. They walked down every corridor of the school. From a distance look ustadz Dafi just came out of the canteen. When they were close, Lala deliberately pushed Vita to make her fall down on ustadz Dafi. Fucking Lala! What scenario is this?

"Anty isn't papa?"

Vita just shook her head in response. Lala helped him stand up, while Ustadz Dafi picked up his scattered books. Vita's eyes were fixed on a pink envelope of hers lying near the dictate book of Ustadz Dafi's. Ustadz Dafi took care of all his belongings except for the letter. Then step away.

"Ustad!" Lala took the pink envelope and gave it to ustadz Dafi."It's left behind."

"But.."

"I saw him fall from the dictate of ustadz Dafi's book. It's!"

Ustadz Dafi accepted it and then walked away. Vita and Lala are thrilled that their plan has finally succeeded. Waiting for the answer from the heart.

"Tomorrow you have to buy two bowls of meatballs, Vit!"

"Eleh, one bowl only rarely abis." A second later, they compactly laughed.