Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 14

" Yes, Monday you can come in. We're waiting for Zahra's son to arrive at our school."

Then Indro sir said goodbye. I'm still pensive, papa... Mamma.. Zahra longs!

I looked at Grandma's cheerful face, "Granny happy?" I asked carefully.

" Yes, grandma's happy." Grandma answered while rubbing the corner of her eyes.

" Your father's desire to make an educator in this village will be realized." Grandma again.

" What is this, what is it about smiles?"

Suddenly Aunt Lidya surprised us both.

" Share the happy news!" Aunty Lidya's picking my chin up. He raised his eyebrows teasing me.

" Lidya, sit here!" Grandma patted an empty bench.

Aunt Lidya sat next to grandma, she seemed impatient to hear the news that would be delivered by the two of us.

" Do you know Mr Indro?" Asked grandma while adjusting her breath that went up and down

Aunt Lidya nodded.

" Pak Indro invites Zahra to join as an educator. Soon your late brother's wish will be realized." Grandma said enthusiastically.

" Well... Congratulations, dear! At last... Can also serve according to the wishes of the deceased papa. You know not every deceased comes here always stories with pride that his son will help advance his homeland."

We embraced the three with happy hearts.

I never understood why papa was so Keukeh told to take the title S.pd.

The word papa should not be with a high salary but with a clean and patient heart.

" Zah, tomorrow we go shopping for uniforms?"

I just nodded confused. Honestly the money in my Atm is not much anymore. And I don't want to be a bother with Aunt Lidya.

" Why pensive? Don't think about money.

Papa's money is a lot, baby."

Aunt Lidya rubbed my head.

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Today my aunt and I were ushered in by Iwan going to the city to shop.

" You choose what you like, the aunt pays. Isn't it mas?" Aunt Lidya asked for an opinion from om Iwan.

" Yes, your papa's garden is wide Zah. It's all been prepared for you." Answer me Iwan casually.

Papa.mama... If you think about it, I still like to be sad.

" Yuk down!" Bring aunt Lidya.

I followed Aunt Lidya into a shop.

I bought three pairs of clothes and one shoe. Thank God, I still have a great aunt.

After filling up the middle village, we finally returned home.

" Zah, why just grab one shoe?" Ask aunt Lidya wonder.

" In Jakarta Zahra has quite a lot of tan shoes, bags are also a lot. Later if there is time Zahra wants to return briefly see the house in Jakarta." I expressed my wish.

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Monday has arrived. There is a sense of uneasiness as well. It was my first time meeting and starting a job.

I repeatedly pecked at my look in the mirror. However, I will appear in front of the children later. I need to set the best example later.

Don't forget I sprayed fragrances on my shirt.

" Don't you?" Grandma called me from behind the door of the room that opened a little.

" It's beautiful again." Praise grandma while smiling showing off her teeth that are not intact anymore.

" Thank you for my grandmother's praise, dear."

" Let's have breakfast first! Grandma wait!" Grandma said as she left me.

" Okay, grandma." I lifted my thumb.

After feeling confident in my appearance, I joined the dining room with my grandmother, aunt and mother.

" Who's daughter does this smell so good..?" Ask me if Iwan teases me.

" hee...." I just smiled shyly.

We also started breakfast. Thank goodness full!

I was about to clean up the table and the dirty dishes used by us, but prevented by aunt Lidya, "do not need to be cleaned soon mbak Tami come anyway."

" Don't be surprised how neng, mbak Tami is a worker in this house. A month ago he was on a vacation home." Obviously aunt Lidya. Like I can read my mind.

" You want to ride an old aunt's motorcycle or be escorted by you?" Ask aunt.

" Riding the bike aja aunty let her go home not confused."

" Loh want to be with om also not papa kok because we are in the same direction." Suddenly Iwan came to us.

" No need to, Zahra ride a motorcycle. Last night Zahra uda muter-muter same aunt for road survey. Thank God Zahra uda is not confused anymore." Refuse me subtly

" Oh okay then go first."

Om Iwan said goodbye to aunt Lidya, do not forget their cipika cipiki (kiss the right cheek and kiss the left cheek). My inner romantic partner commented on them both.

After saying goodbye to my grandmother and aunt, I left immediately.

" The spirit is say..!" Aunt Lidya yelled at me.

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim may this be the best way for your servant.

I had arrived at the school led by Mr. Indro.

With a certain step I swung my step towards the office.

" Assalamu'alaikum..." I say hello at the door.

It seemed that several teachers were present and answered my greetings together,

" Neylorda."

I greet them one by one.

" Please sit down!" The brown hooded mother let me sit down.

" I'm Zahra ma'am, yesterday I made an appointment with Mr. Indro that today I can enter this school." I introduced myself too.

" O you are Zahra who was told by Mr Indro yesterday? Wah Alhamdulillah yes finally there are kora children who want to join us here. I know Anita."

Ah, it turns out that Ms. Anita is very friendly.

" Know me Jamilah" said the black-hooded mother.

We also know each other.

There are eight teachers in this school.

Three men and five women.

The white man and most of his name is Mr. Andre, still single he said.

While the sweet black with a sharp nose and kalem his name is Pak Amal. And one of the others is Mr. Indro who became the principal around this school. They were all very friendly to welcome me.

As the beginning of the experiment I was assigned to teach first-class children. And my patience was really tested once.

But I really like the cuteness and indulgence of those little kids. Maybe because I was born as an only child.

The lesson hour is over. The kids have all gone home. In this office there is only me, Mr. Jamilah, Mr. Andre and Mr. Amal.

" Zah, where's your house? We may visit." Say Open Jamilah.

" Huh right that's it." Mr. Andre chimed in Jamilah's opening remarks

" I still don't know the address here. But I live in Aunt Lidya's house." I tried to explain where I live.

" Where is Aunt Lidya?" Open it looks confused.

" Lane 3 green house." Suddenly Amal opened his voice.

" Do you know my house?" I asked astonishment.

" Zah do not need to call father and mother, we are still the same age. Surgical when talking to other teachers. No, no, Ndre?" Open Jamilah asking for an opinion from Mr. Andre.

" Yup that's right!"

I laughed and watched Jamilah and Andre open. At first glance I glanced at Mr. Amal he also smiled seeing the ridiculous nature of his two friends.

" Okay, I'll call mila and I'll call ya?"

" Now that's better" the white guy seemed happy as soon as I called him mas.

While busy chatting with Mila and Andre mas, Amal secretly came out and turned on his bike passed leaving the three of us.

It's strange! Amal cannot say goodbye. I can only shake my head.

" Okay, next time we come by your house. " Say Mila

We finally went home to each other.

Thank God they accepted me well.