Best Teacher And Me
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Ten minutes already Kila was struggling in the kitchen. Making chelate tea for grandma as well as making sweet tea for herself. Not to forget also he brought a healthy snack available in the kitchen for grandmother, then put it on a tray. Kila is arguably a granddaughter who is very attentive to her grandmother.

"Sir, drink first" said Kila offering. Grandma immediately sipped the tea made by her grandson slowly. Although it was not warm tea, but not completely the boiling water that Kila poured in the tea. There was a bit of cold drinking water to make sure it wasn't too hot for her grandmother's tongue. Now her grandmother had changed rooms, sat in the family room and followed by Kila sitting next to her.

"Sir," said Kila suddenly. Grandma paid attention to her grandson.

"Why baby?" grandma's response.

"His name is Irsyad Maulana."

"Whose name?" asked grandma astonished and afraid of hearing wrong.

"His name" answered Kila briefly.

"Ooh, nice name," grandmother responded.

Silent moment.

"Sir," call Kila again.

"Yes?"

"Not so, Grandma."

"Why you?" Ask Grandma about Kila's attitude. Kila is not what she usually is.

"No papa" replied Kila briefly again.

"Sir," cried Kila again.

"Why the hell, baby. Story here."

"Actually ...," said Kila in a hanging tone.

"Why?"

"There are actually other things that bother Kila from him," said Kila. Just wanted to sip the tea, now the grandmother no longer holds the glass containing the tea made by her grandson because the grandmother wants to pay full attention to the story of his grandson. Remember, this is not the usual Kila. And the grandmother was a little worried, because Kila looked a little excited to tell her "his daughter", the man who was her teacher. Grandma was worried, there was an exaggerated feeling that Kila would put on the man.

"I was amazed by his voice. When he proclaimed the Adhan, Kila could not turn away from the Adhan. Her adzan is so sweet. Anyone who hears it will surely go straight to the source of the voice, pick up the call, pray at the school musholla. Keep ...," said Kila a bit doubtful at the end.

"Continue?" asked Grandma tilted her head slightly.

"You look straight into his eyes?"

"Eh, no. That, Kila unintentionally looked into his eyes. There was something in his eyes that made Kila look at him fixedly. But, grandma also knows that Kila likes to pay attention to the eyes of everyone I meet, not her."

"Tumben you told me so much about men."

"Yes, tumben."

The voice that was thrown was not a response from his grandmother. The voice came from a couple who had just come down the stairs then sat in the family room with Kila and her grandmother. Yeah, they're Kila's parents, her mom and dad.

With the increase of people in the family room, the atmosphere instead of getting warmer even becomes cold.

Kila was happy when they decided to move and live together, Kila, grandmother, mother and father. Because, all this time Kila always lived alone with her grandmother. Her mother decided to move house because she wanted to live in her hometown. Mama Kila thought, at least they had to live together like a whole family to please her mother for the rest of her life. But the truth is different. His mother was busy taking care of work, not homework but work from the office of his small company and often went out of town. While Papa Kila super busy raising his business that just opened a branch in the hometown of his grandmother.

"Yes, from home. It's Sunday, so mommy and dad take a break from work and family gatherings. Yeah, right, Pa?" said Riska, Mama Kila.

"Yes. So from then on, every Sunday mom is equally papa always at home." said papa Kila, Gilang, continued.

"Oohs. But where was papa's mom last week?" ask Kila to Riska and Gilang.

"Last week was still busy with work, you also know dong, dear. We just moved too. So it's starting this Sunday." Riska answered while rubbing Kila's head to calm down a little.

"Ooh, that. Starting this Sunday, he said, right? Why didn't you have breakfast and lunch with me, Ma, Pa? Job business again?" Riska's hand stopped rubbing her son's head. Then stand up from his seat in a hot mood.

"You know, dong, honey. Mama papa's work is much. Can't be left that way. The work that we build from scratch and full of struggle, we cannot afford. Moreover, maintaining it was more difficult than building it. Breakfast and lunch are not important. We're here too, right?" silang. His high tone slowly became slow.

"Ooh," replied Kila briefly.

"You know, don't you?" turn Riska said. There's a firm tone in it.

"When you understand your work. Mama and papa must also remember that Kila is still in High School. If you don't understand that, papa's mom was never there to show herself to Kila, to grandma too. Kila's first time in school was a concern, until between Kila to all schools. Usually in the city we used to live, papa mama does not know that Kila began to enter Elementary School, Junior High School, or the days Kila wanted to go to school also not delivered. Not to be delivered, Kila went to school too papa mama would not know, right? You don't know, Ma, Pa. Kila seneng really we can finally stay together, one family. But it happened not long after the transfer and between Kila to school papa mom never showed up. Not news either. It was the same before moving here. Nothing has changed. How about if there's anything like Grandma? Ma, Mama herself, right, who said we moved here to make Grandma happy for the rest of her life? Do not make your efforts to move to the hometown of this grandmother so in vain" said Kila at length.

Grandma held onto Kila's back then rubbed it gently. From the touch of grandmother, Kila became aware of having over-talked like that to her own parents. Kila also sipped the tea he made earlier to reduce anger, then beristighfar in the heart. He saw not only his mother who stood, but his father also.

"Yes, Ma, Pa. Thank you so much for your hard work today. Kila love you guys." Kila said a little tautly, then returned to her room below near the family room. It was not because Kila was angry that she left the family room. But realizing he was angry, so he immediately went to his room to take ablution. Kila believes that anger comes from the devil. Because Satan is made of fire, to defeat fire we need water. With ablution and beristighfar can make anyone calm from anger.

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