Beautiful Teacher Trapped by Sacred Promise Bond
CHAPTER 31. BURY TASTE

Triying....

The sound of Lesya's cell phone alarm. He took a quick look at his phone and it was written at 4:30, only to wake him up.

"Astaghfirullah, I woke up late" he said and immediately ran towards the bathroom to fetch ablution water and dawn prayers.

After the dawn prayer he taught for a while. He took it even if it was just one word.

Rampung teachi, everything is tidied up and stored again in the closet. And get out of the room.

"Good morning ma'am, sorry I woke up late" said Lesya who turns out the mother had prepared breakfast.

"No papa son. I heard your alarm sound since 4:00. I see you're still asleep".

"Why didn't you wake me up ?".

"No, you must be very tired until the sound of the alarm you do not hear" said the mother while continuing to cook.

"Yes mom, I'm so fucking".

Marini's mother looked at Lesya. Lesya's face looks a little pale and looks dark circles and eyes dim. "It looks like you're sleep deprived. Why ?".

"Kok mom knows ?" Said Lesya who immediately looked at her mother.

"Yes, I know. Why ?, you think of your lover's man ?" Say marini's mom gently.

Lesya who was sitting on the dining table chair and was drinking immediately spouted water in her mouth.

"Bruuuss... (Suppose it's the sound of bursts ya gaes). Uhhuuuk".

Hearing the child choking until coughed, Marini ma'am immediately approached Lesya.

"Astaghfirullah, you're why Les" while patting Lesya on the back.

"Drink again" said Marini who poured water for Lesya.

Triiing...

Voice calls coming in at the Lesya pondel. Seen on the pondel screen with the name Denis.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum" said Lesya who picked up the phone.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, Les,," Denis replied across the street.

"Hmmm... What's up Nis ?".

"Have you left yet ?".

"Yet. Why ?".

"Can you stop by my shop for a while before you leave ?" Ask Denis.

"How come, what's wrong?, not important ?" Lesya starts teasing her best friend while holding back a laugh.

"Yaaa elaaah, nanya mulu dah. If I tell you to come here so early, it's important" Denis is getting upset.

"I have temen judges very yak. Hihihi" ledek Lesya.

"Udah ah, just come by here. I wait".

"Okay," Lesya brief.

"Yes, Assalamu'alaikum" Denis ended his call.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered his greetings.

*

"From Denis yes nduk ?" Ask Marini ma'am.

"Yes mom, I was told to stop by the store. Yes, mom, I want to be ready" said Lesya, then she sipped a glass of milk.

"Well, don't you have breakfast ?" Mother says.

"No, I'll have breakfast at the school cafeteria. Scared of running late, having to stop by Denis's shop first".

"Yes, don't forget to take breakfast later nduk" Marini's mother reminded.

"Yes mom".

Lesya went straight to the bathroom. And get ready soon. After he was clean and tidy, he immediately grabbed the bag he had hung in the hanger of his room. He quickly got out of the room.

Arriving at Denis's shop, it looks like the surroundings are still quiet. Only down and down the road people who are busy with their respective activities.

He then entered the shop. Just entered Lesya immediately greeted by Denis.

"Eh, you've reached Les. Here and here, sit here first" Denis said then took his friend to sit down.

"What the hell is it, chirp yeah. I have no time, afraid of being late" Lesya said.

"But" Denis looked at Lesya's face. While Lesya who felt observed, put on a look of wonder and frowned.

"Whyyy, whyyy ??" Ask Lesya.

"You're the big guy Les. Elo is sick ?".

"No. Maybe it's because I had a hard time sleeping last night".

"You know not drunk halal version ?"...

"What?, where are drunk people said to be halal" said Lesya.

"Low blood, stomach acid, maagh, like to stay up, the next morning there are work activities. Those are tips and tricks drunk halal version. Record it". Ceplos Denis's.

"You are, yes, the most you can" said Lesya.

"Is breakfast not yet ?" Ask Denis.

"Yes not yet. If I had breakfast there would be late".

"There's already a mini cake for you, and this one is for Mr. David". Denis said while raising both eyebrows.

"Lo loh... Do you really like Mr David ?".

"I'm tresno at first sight Les. Mr. David was my type anyway" with a smile and his gaze looked up, no matter what imagined.

"All right, I'll tell you later".

"Eh, I asked for her phone number to dooong". Cupping both hands in the chest.

"Yes can't just give me Nis. I'll tell Mr. David first, then I'll give you the number" explained Lesya.

"After that, I trust you, my good friend" as he cooed Lesya's cheek.

"If you want to be good with me. Heh" Lesya sneered.

"Haha..." But only laughs by Denis.

"I really want to tell you something. But tomorrow-tomorrow. Now I'm leaving scared to be late". Said Lesya who was ready to stand up and hold her bag and the cake.

"Okay, I'm waiting for the story. Ma love ya Iaaang" said Denis spoiled while nudging Lesya's shoulder.

"IIihh,, what the hell. Very disgusted" Lesya replied with a small pinch on Denis' cheek.

"Assalamu'alaikum, byeee"... Say hello to Lesya and leave.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Careful" his friend replied.

On the road Lesya who rides her motorcycle and thinks of her best friend.

"Yes Allaaah, why do you also like Mr. David anyway. But yes, it is. It seems Mr. David is not my soul mate. I'm willing to bury my love for my best friend". Lesya continued to struggle with her mind and heart. His heart said like it but his mind said it had to be willing and bury the taste.

"I know I have to be strong. God gave me this trial because God knows my capacity. There will be no fallacies in the smesta scenario God created".

"I believe that it's all a matter of time - black or white, good or bad, sad or happy - it'll all just pass".

Lesya continues to calm herself against complicated thoughts.if likened to this, her brain is like a looped rope uniting without any end. But he knew that his sick mind and heart were only the power of God and were conscious of his own sanity.

\_Hayooo who's kayaking Lesya. Have low tension, have acid stomach disease, magh but like to stay up late and tomorrow has a myriad of activities, finally tired lethargic weak lunglai like a drunk. hehe,, toss first ✋ we are the same.

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