Aksara For Arsyilla
Learning for a Gift
On the eve of this weekend, Aksara was seen sitting on the sofa. The man's mouth was seen in the middle of a row without a sound. Strange scenery, usually every night Aksara at least wrestled with his Drawing Pad, drawing building designs or teasing Arsyilla. This time, the man appeared to be carrying a notebook.
Arsyilla who saw seemed to laugh. The woman chose to sit at the dinner table, while observing her husband who was kamit. Fortunately, Aksara is not Mbah Dukun, if Aksara is Mbah Dukun, the man is definitely komat-kamit spell reciting.
After just a few minutes of observing Aksara from a distance of several meters, Arsyilla then took a seat near her husband.
"What did you do, brother?" slowly tanyanya.
Afterwards Arsyilla laughed, "I watched from afar as her mouth went along. Brother's not cast a spell, is he?"
The woman's laughter broke again, not expecting to tease the man who was her husband and student.
"Haa, read the mantra how do you mean?" ask Aksara while narrowing her eyes.
While Arsyilla was still laughing, her face was flushed red and her stomach was shaking remembering the serious, but at the same time funny expression of her husband. Seeing Aksara waiting for his answer, Arsyilla slowly held back her laughter.
"That's what I've observed Big Brother's lips goofing around. What the hell?" ask again.
Aksara then lifted the notebook he held, showing it to Arsyilla.
"Now, for this I am kayaking Mbah Dukun" he replied with a frown.
Laughter Arsyilla was lost when she found out that her husband was studying Planning and Architectural Design.
"Oh, just learning yes," he asked slowly.
This time there was no more laughter because Arsyilla seemed to be observing the solemn face of Aksara. Nevertheless, in her heart Arsyilla felt that it was true what Father Bhishma said that this script was the type of student who needed encouragement. If pushed, it will definitely advance.
"For the sake of this loh, for the sake of getting a gift," he said later.
Arsyilla then frowned, staring intently at the man, "What is the gift? Learn from not knowing to know. Learning to know" replied Arsyilla.
However, Aksara shook her head instead, "There's something else I want to get. If only I knew, I already knew. Just, I want more" he said, staring at Arsyilla.
"What do you want more of?" ask Arsyilla later.
"You," said Aksara quickly. The man then stared intently at Arsyilla. It was as if nailing the girl with both of her eyes.
Suddenly it was as if a chill had penetrated Arsyilla's body, causing the woman to carry both hands side-by-side in front of her chest. The man answered so seriously and also glanced at his deep eyes, truly a threat to Arsyilla.
"Don't learn for that. The orientation is different. Do anything with all your heart, the results will follow" Arsyilla later said. As if this time Arsyilla was advising her own students.
However, Aksara shook her head, "I must have a goal that I want to achieve on my own. For that sake, I will study earnestly," he replied later.
Arsyilla then laughed, "As far as you are Brother, I want to sleep yes .. already sleepy," he said as he hurriedly ran into the Aksara room.
Aksara nodded, "Don't lock the door, I'll catch up in a moment" he said, shouting slightly.
Apparently not waiting for the grace period, in fact Aksara also followed Arsyilla into his room. The man looked lethargic as soon as he entered the room and immediately joined Arsyilla who was leaning on the head board. Aksara rested his head on Arsyilla's shoulder.
"Syilla ...," he called his wife's name.
"Hmm, what?" sahut Arsyilla while slightly looking down, saw the lethargic face of her husband.
"Why the hell did it get you so heavy? I have to work hard" he said.
"meaning?" ask Arsyilla who feels less familiar with the words Aksara.
The man then pulled back his head, his eyes now collided with Arsyilla's eyeballs, "It feels like I have to work hard to get you," he said.
Instantly Arsyilla was just silent, wanting to respond whatever it felt was also imprecise. However, now the woman is still staring at the face of Aksara.
"Don't everyone have to try to get something, too?" ask Arsyilla now.
Without working hard, it is impossible to get what we want. The same is true with Aksara who really had to fight to get Arsyilla.
The man then nodded, "Huhh, alright. I'm gonna make an effort. As long as life is still contained, I will try," he said, clenching his hands. It's like he's trying really hard right now.
While Arsyilla actually returned to laughing, "Why sometimes you can be this funny anyway," he said who again laughed.
"I'm not funny, Syilla .. I'm serious," he said again. "There's a leak about mid-semester later?" ask Aksara now suddenly.
Arsyilla quickly shook her head, "No leaks. Besides, I've conveyed the grid to class, right, so yeah just learn."
"Make your own husband no leaks?" ask Aksara in a lethargic manner.
"No, there's no. Her husband is a student, so the spirit of learning, sister," said Arsyilla.
Even if the man is a student, Arsyilla will not share the actual exam he has made. Being a husband does not mean having to get convenience, including leaks about exams. Arsyilla would be proud if her husband could study hard, do the best problem possible, and get maximum value without intervention.
"You are great, dear. It seems, even my seduction has no impact on you" Aksara said.
Indeed Aksara only tried his wife. Whether personal relationships can shift Arsyilla's status as a Lecturer. Realizing that Arsyilla remained in her stance, Aksara was proud, nor did she want to be treated special.
"OK, okay .. Now we better sleep, I think I want to face Mid Semester next week so I can reach you more than this," said Aksara who then lay down.
The man took Arsyilla to lie down with him, by his side. Peeling her forehead with her warm lips. Surrounding her with a tight hug.