When Your Love Knocks on the Door of My Heart
Who exactly are you
I parked my favorite Beat motorcycle in the spacious courtyard of an international private High School in the city of B. To the right of the parking lot are lined with several black license plates cars with various brands. Well.the name is also an international private school, of course the students are children of the upper middle class.
I tidied up my favorite suit, just killed my nervousness this morning. This was the first day I started teaching in high school, because I only taught in the elementary school in my hometown.
Different cities, different atmosphere, different style and environmental conditions. But I'm still the one who always gets nervous and nervous on the first day in a new place. "Eagerness, Almira. You can definitely..," I whispered quietly as I stepped in with a fairly heavy backpack on my back. This is the attribute of a teacher, a backpack full of ammunition for the achievement of a learning mission.
"Assalamualaikum.permissiii," I knocked on the door that said office in the first room after entering a large and magnificent building. Some heads immediately looked at me while answering my greetings. "Sorry father/mother, I want to meet with the Principal Almira" I said politely from the wide-open door lips. They were all smiling, and a female teacher who was already in her 50s and looked the oldest among them stood up while welcoming me kindly.
"Please go to Almira, introduce me to Tutik. Let me take you to the Principal's room," he bargained by shaking my hand tightly. I nodded happily.
"Thank you, bun." I replied kindly as well.
Fifteen minutes in front of the Headmaster, he invited me to go straight to the class he was going to hand me this morning. Mr. Tatang walked next to me while explaining some things about the atmosphere and activities of this great school. Spacious courtyard, class terraced, green and colorful beautiful atmosphere. Beautiful.the air is fresh because the flowers are blooming without season. Hhhhhhh.
"Assalamualaikum.welcome morning everyone," Mr. Tatang stood full of authority after entering a classroom that read XII IPA 2. At once they answered with courtesy and vigor. I was amazed by the way Mr. Tatang spoke, not a hint of a saggy smile from the look of his old face that radiated.
I was a little nervous when Mr. Tatang invited me to speak introduce myself. Feels a new student at school.
Mr. Tatang left me in a class that felt foreign and still new to me. My spirit, Almira, whispered in my heart while putting my backpack on the chair available to teachers.
This first meeting will usually give a deep impression for the next. I started standing in front of the class and smiled. I handed out a small paper that I had prepared from home to open a study in class. Surely it would be very different from teaching in the elementary school that I have been doing for many years.
Dealing with teenage students like this requires extra skills and strong confidence. Especially teenagers in the digital age.
Forty minutes passed smoothly. The material finished perfectly, jokingly but seriously really made the study time feel less. I asked the class leader named Zen Pratama to collect the results of the reflection study this morning in the subjects I have given.
"Don't forget the tips, ma'am" chirped a student sitting at the end of the room.
"For...?" ask me while smiling and tidying up the learning equipment that I used to deliver the material.
Some kids laughed.
"Tips value, ma'am. Let's increase the spirit of learning," replied the student by the name Bayu.
"Ready. As long as we can fill each other, receive and give, everything must be smooth" I replied lightly. The class was a bit noisy. Some children respond with teasing.
"Cieeee, mom. Can we fill up, ma'am?" the male student who was sitting next to Zen made a loud voice that was greeted with laughter by the others. I'm laughing a little. Teenagers are ridiculous. That was when he was himself a teacher for seven-teens.
The break sign reads. Some students have preceded out of the class in groups to the cafeteria or a place that makes them comfortable for a short break.
I totally forgot. It's just that I feel so familiar seeing it.
"Bu Almira Rashad," he said in full. I gasp. I've been in class since just introducing Almira's name without a last name. But Zen knows my last name?.
I looked at his face with question marks. A clean face with a sharp nose, sensual lips according to my size, beautiful eyes, and ideal high posture. But I don't know who Zen really is.
"Do you know your mother's full name?" my investigation is full of deep question marks. Smiling lips reveal white teeth. Uhhhh, what an ideal this teenager. My mind began to admire his physique.
"I know your mother's surname. The mother's origin, the mother's favorite, and the mother's home address," she replied smoothly without any reaction. Iihhh.aku baper would be. "Don't baper, Almira.remember you are an educator" whispered my heart softly.
"really?" I laughed to overcome my surprise. The classroom is empty. I am a little worried about this unfortunate situation.
"Means you're great. A kind of BIN that has everyone's data without the data owner knowing," I put the stationery into the backpack and prepared to walk out of the room.
Zen let out a crisp laugh and walked ahead of me to the classroom door. I follow, if seen from the front of Zen of course my body which is only 155 high will not be visible to his athletic body. Suddenly Zen stopped at the classroom door and it made me almost hit his tall body.
"Zen.", I said a little surprised. But Zen again laughed crisply as if deliberately teasing me.
"It's only Almira's mother who I have memorized her identity" he said as he walked in a different direction from me. I was silent for a moment. This teenager really makes me wonder who he really is.
"Mom Almira.", call him when I have started to step towards the teacher's room. I reflexed his head. Zen smiled sweetly and blinked his eyes then turned to continue his steps. I'm flabbergasted, this young man is brave. Or is it just me like this?. I dispelled the ridiculous thoughts that suddenly swirled in my head. My inner teenager laughed a little.
I joined and chatted with some teachers who were sitting while busy with laptops and sheets of paper on their desks.
"How was your first day in class, Al?", asked Tutik kindly.
"Alhamdulillah, bun. Everything went well. The students are very cooperative and great" I replied smiling.
"Nobody does not want to copy, Almira?" said Arifin, an IPA teacher in his 40s. I laughed while shaking.
"Later there will be, ma'am," said the young teacher of PPKn probably around the 30s and above. Beautiful and married have 2 children.
"Must be able to cope if that happens. But don't worry, Madam Almira. If there is an exaggeration leave it to the BP teacher tuh.", point Mr. Arifin with a gesture towards the sturdy and somewhat fierce-looking Septian sir.
The one who was appointed only laughed a little while shrugging his shoulders. I smiled happily. How beautiful the office atmosphere is full of family and togetherness. I sat down while making some learning notes today, thinking about finding out who Zen really is. But I was confused, should I ask the administration?. Ahhh.
