When Your Love Knocks on the Door of My Heart

The Stalker

I quickly grabbed the phone that had been ringing since. I felt reluctant to pick it up because I could already confirm what the caller was going to say.

"Almira, if you don't turn off your phone wait for it to ring once more I'll slam yaa...!" Threaten my housemate Fiona.

"Seriously very, Fi. Yes I lift up," I replied with a laugh.

"Assalamualaikum.." The voice across I can confirm. Must be a whiny there.

"Waalaikumsalam, Zen." I replied in a soft voice.

"Almira, what about my request from yesterday. I hope you don't forget, I'm still waiting yaaa...!" zen said in his teenage style. I took a slow breath. Never a desperate teenager approached me.

"Zen, call me ma'am. I repeat once again, Miss Almira. Can you?" I'm tough as always. Zen laughed at the. Somehow the look on his face as he laughed at my firmness that seemed to be meaningless to him.

"It was just a call for you at school. Don't keep reminding me of that problem. I think you know what my answer is. Remember, the time you promised to stay is another week. I think you should remember that your call will change in the week ahead of me." said Zen lightly.

"Zen, can you understand my current circumstances and situation?" I'm still trying to divert his unreasonable will.

"Hhhhhhh.I'm not an elementary school kid anymore. I used to be quiet and admire you but now I don't want to lose the person I like. You don't think S and B are good destinies for us?" Zen sounded to turn off the sound of music that had been playing.

"In the years since I moved from S, I've always been determined to return to that city when I was an adult. My goal was only one, saying what I felt for a teacher named Almira Rashad who had filled the heart of a little Zen back then. You didn't forget my words, did you?" zen said at length. Again I took a breath of honesty. I knew Zen would never stop doing anything to get close to me.

"alright. Tell me what you want now?" I softened up a bit trying to make room for the 17-year-old to be happy for a moment. Zen's voice laughed crisply. Tuh...happy he is not?..whisper my heart growled.

"Tomorrow Sunday. I want to go to your house!" he said without permission. Teenage child labile.

"Can't, Zen. I'm..."

"Tonight," he said without frills. I widened my eyes. This kid is really brave beyond my estimation.

Fiona smiled sneering in front of me. It seemed that he was getting sultry hearing my conversation with Zen.

"alright. Sunday morning. Where's?" tawalku.

"I'll come to your house. Share the location tomorrow morning. Thank you." she said in a happy tone. Eh...when do I feel happy so?..hhhhhh, I laugh alone. Say hello before you hang up the phone call.

"Basic old ABG labile." Cibir Fiona while glaring at me.

"Yes, that murid is yaaa...?"

"The name is Zen Pratama" I answered briefly reminding him of his name.

"The story of dong, Al. How was your big fan's childhood." Fiona smilingly raised her eyebrows teasingly.

I'm laughing a little.

"Should I remember her time in elementary school?"

Fiona face sumringah.

"I think he's gonna make a fool of you, Almira." Fiona laughs.

I threw it with a couch cushion.

"Our age is far different, Fi. Don't make it up. I don't do it." I replied sewot.

"Eut.don't get it wrong, Al. Age is just a number. If it's love, it'll be hazy and meaningless."

"It's realistic, Al. Try to think you've never been close or in a relationship with any man." Fiona stared at my face unblinkingly like a policeman interrogating a veiled criminal.

"What the hell, Fi.." I

"I wonder what it would be like with your brave student. Dong's story..." Fiona smiled expectantly. My best friend is the best, but I want to know people's business. But his kindness is not in doubt. We are different professions.

Fiona is a Marketing Manager at a foreign company in town B. We met when S2 completed S2 at the same university but different majors.

I smiled a little.

"Are you sure you want to hear my story?" ask me to know. If you have a story with Fiona, she sleeps. It feels like we're reading a sleep-sending fairy tale to her.

"Seriously, Al. I want to know," he replied as he lay on the sofa in front of me.

I'm trying to remember the story of nine years ago in the town of S. At that time I had just completed S1 education in Indonesian Language and Literature. Graduating with the best grades is a profitable opportunity. I was offered to teach at a private elementary school in the city of S.

After consulting with my family, I finally accepted the offer to work at the elementary school. At that time I was asked to run 6th grade. Every time I finish my studies, a student named Zen Pratama follows me. If I myself do not hesitate he came to me and asked various things regarding the lesson. In fact, once just for the sake of following me home, it finally made Zen confused to go home.

So he ventured to admit his actions and asked for help to be sent home. Because I followed me too often and my movements so much that Zen used to be called "the Stalker".

Little Zen was a smart student in the 6th grade back then. Every time there is a science competition he has always been a representative of the school to the national level. Once upon a time at a teacher's day memorial, Zen Pratama gave me a bunch of colorful roses that were beautiful and fresh.

"Happy day teacher, Ms. Almira," he said, handing out a bunch of flowers. I thanked her and received the beautiful flower happily. After all, the happiness of a teacher is priceless with expensive items. Sometimes only with a sweet attitude they are already the most beautiful gift, let alone they excel.

"What are your dreams and desires, Zen?" my much at that time. The handsome face of little Zen chuckled.

"I want to marry Almira" she replied loudly, who was laughed at by her classmates. I smiled trying to cover my surprise.

"Anyone can aspire, but must keep trying, because the ideals will not be easy for us to get if not with determination and great confidence," I said make the 6th grade kids quiet.

"But, mom. What Zen said was not allowed" protested one of his class mates.

"Teachers are second parents to us. Zen can't marry Almira." Yoga is loud. I smiled to mediate.

"I'm not saying it now. But if I grow up, then I'll marry Almira. Everyone can have a dream. Isn't it mom?" zen replied to cheers from his friends.

"That's it. Let's start enjoying your cake. Happy teacher's day to my beloved mother's children as well" I ended a long debate between students. Zen's face kept a flat smile.

Since then, it is very visible Zen attitude that is so obedient and helps every activity I handle. Zen is always ahead.

Even little Zen did not hesitate to offer me any kind of help. Once when the school exam was over, Zen called and I talked.

"Zen, where are you going?" ask me when he's sitting in the chair I've prepared in front of my desk. His face was sad and he looked uninspired.

"I want to be here, Mom. But both my parents wanted me to study in another city. He said it's not good to stay with the parents. Though I do not want to part with my mother," he said honestly to make me touched. I patted her shoulder gently.

"Hey.spirits. Your parents were right, studying under the guidance and attention of both parents was much better. Mother's prayer will always be with you" I said encouragingly. Zen smiled slightly.

"May I hug mom this once?" the door is plain. Oooh.I became moved. How not this brave and handsome little Zen makes my heart so happy. Unfortunately still an elementary school kid. Hhhhhh.I laughed a little.

A magazine on my shoulder surprised me. Fiona's face grimly stared at me. I laughed realizing my mistake, lulled in the memories to forget about Fiona.

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