Aksara For Arsyilla
Trying to Rise
After a few days, Arsyilla tried to get up. Although the shadows in the morning where he opened his eyes and saw his naked state and also there was a completely innocent body of a man lying on the side sometimes can not just disappear. However, this time Arsyilla closed her eyes and said to herself.
“Ayo Syilla .. You must rise. Even if your world has been destroyed, your life has been tarnished, but you can give up. You have to get up and do your activities as usual.” murmured in his heart while encouraging himself.
Today Arsyilla stared at her appearance in the mirror, armed with a makeup technique that she got on a YouTube, she applied the foundation to drip the traces of redness that had not faded on her neck.
“Close perfectly ...” he said as he picked up a scarf that he would wear around his neck in anticipation of not seeing the stain on his neck.
Arsyilla while taking a deep breath to fill her lung cavity, the woman then tidied up her hair strands, “Ayo Syilla he said it this time with a voice.
After that, Arsyilla went down and began to say goodbye to Mama and Papa who were already at the dinner table. “Ma, Pa.. Syilla left for campus first yes.” part by kissing the back of Mama Khaira's hand and Papa Radit.
“Iya be careful ..” Mama Khaira replied.
Meanwhile, Papa Radit was silent and seemed reluctant to look at his daughter. Arsyilla left with pain in her heart because her Papa still looked so angry. Outside her home, the girl smiled again.
“Syilla's slow-wash .. someday Papa will forgive you. Syilla kangen Papa.” muttered with a face that almost cried. However, he soon paused because today is the day that Arsyilla will return to teach at his campus. He wanted to look excellent and there was no look of sadness on his face when faced with the students and students he taught on campus today.
Meanwhile inside the house, Mama Khaira starts to approach her husband. Breath came out of the woman. “Pa ..” gently she calls her husband that.
But it seems that the man is still reluctant to speak. So Mama Khaira also grasped the hand of her husband, “Mas .. I know you are still angry with Syilla. At least don't be too long. He loves you so much, Mas .. Your cold attitude just makes the child sad. Indeed I gave birth to her, but you are her first love.” said Khaira who spoke by staring fixedly at her husband's face.
“Hmm ..” Papa Radit replied so briefly.
“That's the answer? I was angry and disappointed in him, but we are home to him. Where he would go home if in his own home, he felt uncomfortable and unacceptable. The water of our love tank is both overflowing, but we can not fill the full glass of love.” advice Mama Khaira to her husband.
Slowly breathing out of Papa Radit's nose, the man shuffled to look at the face of his wife who had accompanied him for decades. “I'm disappointed, Honey .. I feel like I failed to be a parent because I don't know if my son came home stained. I don't know how the daughter I love with all my heart and soul, went home and admitted that she had made a mistake one night.” This time Papa Radit revealed his heart to his wife.
Khaira nodded, “True Pa. It's just, you don't see how the look in her eyes dims when you're just silent and reluctant to look at her.” she told her husband again.
“Then, how should we Ma?” asked Papa Radit who seemed to ask for a solution from his wife.
Mama Khaira was silent, her mind was dead. A few times the woman had her temples so thin. “We wait for Syilla first, Pa .. we have to ask how the decision is.” Mama Khaira said in response.
“Don't we need to know who that young man used to be Pa? We only know his name and phone number. How is the background, will his parents receive Syilla?” the mother worries about the background and also the family of the young man named Aksara.
“If they don't accept it, then Papa will make them want to accept Syilla. However his son has taken the sanctity of our daughter.” he said again by clenching one hand.
Realizing that her husband was emotional, Mama Khaira gently rubbed her husband's back with her palm. Such gentle up and down movements, as if to be a way to calm her husband. “Sabar Pa... All problems should be solved with a cool head. If Papa is still emotional, all will not find a way out.”
Slowly Papa Radit nodded, “Thank you Ma .. already reminded Papa. Later Papa will go to the airport after work, Ma .. Mama certainly remember, today our son returned from Singapore after his study S1 there. Papa will pick up Shaka today.” he said.
Khaira then nodded, “Of course Mama remembered Pa... Mama has bought Shrimp, later tonight Mama will cook Shaka's favorite Sweet Sour Shrimp Sauce.”
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Meanwhile, Arsyilla arrives at the college where she teaches today. When she was a child, Arsyilla aspired to become an Architect, and now the 25-year-old woman has become a Lecturer in Architectural Engineering at one of the universities in the Capital.
Starting from being an Assistant Lecturer when he was in the final level of his college, until finally Arsyilla completed her S2 studies at the campus. Armed with the best Field Experience Practice Value that crowned him the best PPL value-winning student, making parties from the campus offer him to become a Lecturer at the campus.
Being a young lecturer and also believed to be able to lead three courses, namely Architectural Planning, Architectural History, and Real Estate. In one semester and having to teach three courses certainly makes Arsyilla quite busy with his activities as a Lecturer. Today is the first hour, he teaches Grade I Students about the History of Architecture. As is characteristic of the freshman class, they are very active and want to ask everything about the history of architecture.
Patiently and painstakingly, Arsyilla explained and answered questions from her students. In addition, as a young lecturer, in fact the competence possessed by Arsyilla was quite large and he was able to revive the class. The learning methods she applies in the classroom also vary greatly.
While at the second hour, which began after lunch, Arsyilla will again teach Architectural Planning for Students in Semester 7. The woman walked around carrying her laptop bag, entering a class where students were waiting for her.
“Good day everyone ...” say to the students.
However, when Arsyilla noticed the faces of the students of Semester 7 there, he, there is one face that in a few days always appears when he starts to close his eyes at night and open his eyes in the morning. The two neutrals stared at each other for a few seconds.
Slowly Arsyilla bit her inner lip and neutralized her irregular heartbeat, the woman turned around and removed the white blackboard behind her.
“Ya Lord ... Why is he here? Don't tell me, if he's my student .. please Lord.”