
With confidence Nurmala walked towards the school where she taught. The hijab she wore first in school gave a positive impression to those who saw it. The beauty of Nurmala is increasing although more contained but not seen if in fact the body of Nurmala is two-bodied. An unusual smile gives hospitality to everyone who crosses paths with him. Her hijab brought about a great change in her.
"Wah ..wah...Bu Nur is now more beautiful. What a dream I had last night was seeing Bu Nur with a very different look like this." Stare in amazement. When he saw his friend wearing a hijab for the first time. Currently Nurmala is wearing a uniform with the same color hijab. Nurmala responded to Mr. Dodi's words with a smile.
"I just want to change in a better direction sir" he said calmly. While making a sweet tea located in front of the office entrance
"ck .ck. .ck. Hope Istiqomah ya ma'am!" Praise Mr. Dodi while stirring coffee
"Thank you father"
Nurmala went from there to her seat which was located behind Bu Neni's desk. He immediately corrected the results of yesterday's repetition that he had not been able to assess.
One by one the teachers arrived. Bu Neni came with rice supplies and side dishes as a breakfast menu together this morning. Because of the habit in the school the girls always bring supplies from home to prank at school while huddling about whatever is clearly the language that is hits this month.
"There is a new teacher. Gitu dong Bu Nur wear hijab so that it looks more beautiful and charming but remember the beauty of the mother should not be mistaken for the real one. It doesn't fit the clothes you wear. Try if the hijab from the past, Mr. Han will be happy and will not leave this school. Bu Nur eventually thought to be Mr. Han ninggalin Bu Nur deh, pity ...." Said Bu Neni smiling slantedly starting to act with her julid tongue. Nurmala looked at Bu Neni sharply. It's been quiet all along with Bu Neni's know-how behavior.
"What does Bu Neni mean? I was hijab or not hijab is certainly not a mother's business. I hope you don't criticize anyone else anymore. Try mom self-criticism mom is it right yet? Mother has long been hijab but the words of mother always pierced the hearts of people. So I hope you can also take care of your heart and tongue. Because both of them must match the clothes that you wear. If you don't know anything about the truth, it's better for Bu Neni to be quiet than for Bu Neni to embarrass herself and to have been accused without any proof.' Quite impressive but in the heart. Nurmala just passed by Bu Neni's desk while carrying a class device because the first bell had rang indicating the first hour had begun.
Not felt the process of*** today went smoothly successfully passed Nurmala very well. After the last hour Nurmala was called the headmaster in his office located next to the administrative room.
"It's Bu Nur I hope you can come to training this Friday. Check in can be Friday night because the event starts Saturday at eight in the morning." Nurmala received a letter of duty from the principal to attend the current training of the latest curriculum.
"At Anyer" Gumam Nurmala softly. He breathed slowly. Hopefully able to live it considering its content that stepped on 4 months.
"Okay, my father is ready!" Steady words.
After receiving the letter of duty he headed to the teacher's room to take his bag and then went straight home. He did not want to linger in the room just to avoid unwanted talk.
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Nurmala ordered the food she wanted. Then choose to sit by the window.
The drink he ordered first was on his desk.
Suddenly in front of him sat a man whom he longed for.
"Herdi...." Sluggishly. Herdi smiled never expected to meet his lover in this place. It felt like he was hugging his woman with a burning longing. But he was resistant. At first he had doubts about the woman in front of him worried about the wrong person for wearing clothes that were very different from usual. But after Nurmala recognized him she was convinced that the woman sitting in front of him was the woman she had longed for
"Your mother is different now. You look more and more beautiful. I know we shouldn't have a meeting but it turns out we met here by accident." Herdi said he was very happy to meet his woman. Nurmala did not respond.
"Mas ..mas please have my order wrapped!" Nurmala exclaimed at the servant who passed her desk.
"Good Ma'am" The waiter said as he nodded.
"Sorry Mr. Herdi for now we do not need a meeting first. We have to be patient if we want to achieve our future. Please respect my parents' decision, ma'am."
"But Nur....." Herdi did not continue as Nurmala raised her hand.
"Enough mas. Please respect the agreed decision. If we are friends, we will meet again. Pray for our future. I wait for your promise. Don't worry, we'll be fine. Excuse me." Nurmala just passed by without caring about the feelings of Herdi who missed her so much. No. Nurmala doesn't miss. Precisely with this meeting can make Nurmala feel hurt when remembering the dark past that made her tarnished before her time even though they khilaf do it on the basis of mutual love and mutual love.
Nurmala headed to the cashier to pay for her food. His desire to eat in person at the venue was totally void due to an accidental encounter with the lover he so longed for.
"It's not time yet, it's not time for us to be together. Be patient and we will be reunited. We will be happy with our child" Nurmala said monologuing in her heart while rubbing her stomach that slightly protruded. The tear thread that originally pooled in the eye pelupuk finally escaped as well. Her crying was unbearable. While eating rujak he cried so that the taste of rujak was like the taste of nano-nano.
Outside the drizzle began to descend as if knowing the contents of Nurmala's heart at this moment. His sadness, his grief was greeted by a drizzle that began to rush. He hopes to get through this drama of life with patience and strength. He realized his life ahead there would be waves crashing his life so he had to prepare a fortress that could sustain the swift waves of life.
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