Best Teacher And Me
Malu

The first day of school was very thrilling for anyone, not least for Kila. The girl, whose full name is Afifah Syakila, came on her first day of school at High School level with her parents. Kila can't wait to see a new friend in a new city, considering that she and her family have just moved out of her old town. And Kila arrived at a Private High School that was one of the best schools in the city.

"Ma, Pa, thank you, for going between Kila on Kila's first day of school. Though Mama and Papa are super busy especially we just moved." Kila felt happy and guilty for both her parents. Kila was quite happy because after a long time, the three of them were finally able to regroup like a family.

"No papa, honey. This is your special day. So, as parents we want our daughter to be happy on her first day of school in this strange city." Mama responded, then the two kissed Kila's cheeks followed by Kila kissing their hands and took off waving to those who began to stay away from their respective activities.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim" Kila said as she entered the gate hoping that her first day of school would go well.

The first day of school, all the new students were gathered in the school hall. They sat separately between the male and female students. The male is in the three right columns, while the female is in the two left columns. True, this new school year has more male students than female students.

Syakila looks around hoping to find someone she knows and the results are nil. Kila also tried to get to know someone next to her, "Hi... I'm Syakila, you...?" Kila asked the beautiful schoolgirl with her hair unraveling next to her. She enthusiastically responded, "Oh, Hi, I'm Ira Christina. Call me Ira, Kil. Hmm, you I call akil can't I?" Unexpectedly, the schoolgirl asked for her own nickname on Kila which was then approved with a nod from Kila. They also began to talk about many things, about life history. It seems they will become close friends.

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The sun is already at its peak, requiring the availability of all activities for the purposes of rest and eating. Kila and Ira had to separate due to religious needs, Kila headed to musholla while Ira remained in the hall with other Protestant students.

The brother of OSIS guided all Muslim students to enter the musholla, take ablution and prepare to wear prayer equipment. While the other students were busy getting acquainted and looking for friends, Kila especially heard the murottal filler time to go to Azan.

Azanpun time has arrived. How amazing Kila heard the azan reverberate, the article muezzinnya bring the azan with nahawand rhythm that is very appropriate to calm the heart and mind of the tiredness of the series of activities introductory to the school environment. The distinctive tone of the sad Nahawand is able to bewitch anyone not to turn to listen to the azan and rush to pick up the call, pray.

"God's Masya... Azan. So sweet. Who does the voice think it belongs to?" Inner Kila was unceasingly amazed at the sweet sound of the azan while deepening the meaning of the azan and answering it in the heart.

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Most students have finished praying after the priest says his greetings. They immediately tidied up his prayer equipment and rushed to wear shoes and regrouped to be guided by OSIS's sister to the school hall. On the other hand, it appears that Kila is concentrating on worshipping the name of his god in dhikr, continuing by praying to His Majesty, then honoring Him. Until finally Kila realized that he was in musholla had mingled with the rest of the upperclassmen who had just finished praying, not with new students anymore. Kila wanders around the corners of the musholla to see if OSIS' sister can guide him back to the hall, as Kila forgets the direction to the school hall remembering the many halls, hallways, and turns in this school.

After asking the class sister who seems to be the school spiritist, Kila also ventured to go to the school hall alone. Kila was not good to have the upperclassman deliver her because she was in a hurry, it seemed like the lesson hour was about to start.

Capitalizing on determination and courage, Kila headed straight for the hall. "I guess, this way, deh, if said the brother earlier," said kila guessing the direction.

"Abis from the teacher's office, turn right, keep going...?" muttered Kila. Finally, Kila forgot the next direction. His memories with complicated things would not last long. There are many more paths and turns that were told by the rohis brother. However, there was no half of it yet, Kila forgot and was confused by the order in which it was headed.

"Go back to the teacher's office, please" Kila thought. Already in front of the teacher's office, Kila was even reluctant to ask the teacher who was there. Because it looks like all the teachers are busy struggling with the books on their desks.

A minute later, Kila decided to go again to the hall relying on a faint memory of her direction.

BUCK

As Kila turned around, she instead collided with someone. Her stature was firm and higher than Kila, so Kila hit the chest of her field, yes the one Kila hit was a man.

"Okay, sorry, sir. I didn't see the road. I'm sorry, sir, the files you brought are falling. Let me help you, will you, sir?" Kila offered to help, her harm besides also turning around suddenly. But his hand had already tidied up the fallen file first.

Along with Kila's action, the man she called "Pak" also collected the files that Kila dropped. Up to the last sheet, Kila's hand lost quickly and instead held the man's hand.

Unknowingly they stared at each other. Kila traced the man's dense hazel eyeballs. "Beautiful eyes" Kila.

Hurriedly the man stood up to cut off the eye contact. Then Kilapun came to stand after taking his prayer equipment that had fallen also earlier.

"I'm sorry I was accidentally touched by your hand" Kila said spontaneously. In fact, he also never came into contact with a man not his mahram. So, Kila was quite surprised when she even touched him, even by accident. Plus, Kila wildly traced the man's beautiful eyeballs, despite the reflexes.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Can I ask you something?" tanya Kila prevented the man from moving in front of her.

"What's that?"

"Actually, I'm a new student here, sir. I should have gone with the other students to the hall, but I missed it because it took too long in the musholla. Then, because I forgot the direction of the hall I tried to ask the upperclassman who was in the musholla earlier, but the older brother gave an explanation very quickly, sir, so I forgot to remember. From the explanation of the upperclassman earlier, after arriving here, I no longer know the next direction towards the hall. So, can you tell me after this I have to go through where else?" obviously Kila details on the man with the name tag perched on his shirt that says Irsyad Maulana, and Kila ignores the title after his name because according to Kila it is not important.

"If you can tell, what's your name? Why did you take so long from Musholla? Was there not a friend of yours you knew and asked him to wait for you earlier? Lastly, did you tell OSIS' brother that he guided you along with other students to wait for you?" ask Irsyad to interrogate.

"I'm Kila, Afifah Syakila, sir. I'm in musholla because I just finished praying, sir. In fact, that made me long in musholla because I was too focused on dhikr after I finished praying. I don't mean riya or bragging, sir, but that's the reason I'm long in musholla and left with the others. If it's a friend, there is. Different religions, sir. If the religious had not been acquainted earlier in the time in musholla.

Trouble didn't tell OSIS' sister, I was wrong, sir. I don't want to make trouble with OSIS' sister. You see, every new student who wants to talk is always encouraged, sir. I thought later if it was too late because the prayers would surely his OSIS brother would be understood, but this was too long because I forgot the direction to the hall. But no papa, I risk it because it's the consequence."

Each school has a school environment for new students. Most events that the school submits to OSIS to "guide" new students with excessive assertiveness, more toward anger and not wanting to be denied. But Kila was already used to it, because it was not far from the experience in his house all along.

"All right, I understand. I also ran out of musholla. I'm going to the hall after this, to transfer files. You can come with me."

"Well, what a coincidence. Thank you very much, sir."

"Yes, a minute, yeah. I went to my desk first to grab some files that were lacking."

"Okay, sir, I'll wait."

"Intention wants to ask directions, even accompanied. Lucky I, Alhamdulillah..," inwardly Kila. If we know that we put God first more than the world, God will surely ease our every step. Like Kila who met with Irsyad and was led straight to the hall.

Shortly after some files have been retrieved, Irsyad showed directions while introducing a place around the school. Irsyad understands very well, girls like Kila must be forgetful especially with this very complicated school floor plan.

"Um.., sir. By the way, do you know who muezzin musholla dzuhur was?" kila asked interrupted by a pause from the chat.

"Ooh, why?" Irsyad did not immediately answer, but asked back.

"It's nothing, sir. I was amazed by the adzan I saw earlier. What a beautiful Adhan. Moreover, the sad nahawand makes everyone peacefully listen to it." said Kila with full honesty.

"Ooh, so. Is it really beautiful? Isn't every Adhan beautiful?"

"Yes, Sir. But this Adhan is different. I am really amazed when I have heard several times another beautiful Adhan. Adhan dzuhur was like there was magic in it."

"Haha, you're overreacting."

"Really, Sir. But that's how I feel."

"Then, thank you." Irsyad said as he scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Thank you? Kayak aja aja adzan earlier." said Kila astonished.

"Loh, I haven't said that yet, yeah. That was it, I'm the muezzin."

Kila immediately stared at the sentence Irsyad who claimed that Irsyad was the muezzin. Kila cursed himself because he seemed to make a statement of admiration for Irsyad blatantly. Malunya Kila, could-can himself like this.