Best Teacher And Me
The Successor Class Guard

The day had changed, the coolness of the dawn wind greeted. Kila woke up early this time. Going to school sooner than usual. He didn't want to get involved in the debate last night anymore, preferring not to see his parents first because they would definitely be avenging the matter last night.

"Great, apparently no one has come at all," said Kila was impressed. Kila sat on the bench, then made the sitting position as comfortable as possible.

"At this hour it's very quiet, yes. There's no one but me. It turns out that being alone is convenient as well," Kila's inner. True, Kila really enjoyed this atmosphere of solitude. Then his mind wandered, thinking about the incident last night.

Actually it's not a big thing for everyone, but not for Kila. Because, Kila and her parents rarely meet, rarely communicate. Once you talk, be like this. This incident not only happened last night, but in every parent at home. Kila is still resistant to her feud with her parents because of the presence of her grandmother, her grandmother her encouragement and Kila is also always patient because she is always advised by her grandmother. Kila always remembered the word grandmother, even if her mother and father were so, Kila had to remember that they were her parents. Do not think that everyone has shortcomings and has made mistakes, but do not because of those shortcomings and mistakes we do not see the advantages. That is why Kila always kisses the cheeks and hands of her parents when she meets, behaving like a child who is devoted to parents but really sincere. Cold or awkward may be, but manners must be maintained, that's what I've instilled in him all this time.

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Hours of lessons entering the end, there is only one more lesson that is the Indonesian language lesson with three lessons. Today Kila is not focused on learning and keeps daydreaming. Fortunately for today's lesson the teachers who entered were only tasked with making notes, so Kila did not get a reprimand for not paying attention to today's lesson.

"Ah, keep thinking. Was I wrong before? I should have kept quiet and obeyed. I didn't apologize last night either" Kila said slowly, only she heard. Kila looked at her desk. Kila daydreamed while staring at her desk. Then his mind kept on remembering the events of last night.

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Ira and Risa seem hard to get close to Kila today. Kila's aura was difficult to approach. While Ira forgot to tell Kila about who the surrogate homeroom teacher was.

"Duh, Kila. Daydreaming does the work. Ris, you're deketin, gih," said Ira. Risa tried to look towards Kila, then she shook her head in refusal.

"Udah wants to enter the clock Mr. Irsyad, Kila can not be left behind," Ira exclaimed.

"Eh, Ra, I'm afraid that Kila will even be shocked when I see Mr. Irsyad," said Risa while patting Ira's arm.

"Well, what else, Ris? You don't want to go to Kila's place, anyway," Ira said instead blaming Risa.

"Well, you try, Ra, who's going to Kila's. Must be a whip too, don't you dare too, right?"

"Yes, I don't dare. Look at Kila, let alone us, Ris, another classmate no one dared to approach Kila. Especially with Kila's situation. Her aura said, 'don't talk to me first, I want to be alone'. Where he sat alone again. After all, Kila chose to sit in front of the teacher, certainly many do not want to sit there. That's why he doesn't have any friends." Ira sebal himself.

"Eh, Ra. It's coming over."

"Who?"

"That's it, his replacement homeroom teacher. Mr. Irsyad, Ra. Start sitting on it, tuh, look," Risa said with her face slightly pointing towards Irsyad.

"Good day, everybody. I am Irsyad Maulana. I think you already know that I will be your homeroom teacher in place of Ms. Emi. Just like Ms Emi, I also teach Indonesian lessons. So far, anyone still don't know me?" Irsyad opens lessons with introductions.

Actually one class already knows about Irsyad. A handsome and well-established man, he completed his postgraduate education at the age of twenty-three. In addition to being an Indonesian teacher at this school, he also became a lecturer at one of the private campuses. Now he is twenty-four years old, still young to be given the call "Sir" by students at this school. He is also preparing to continue his S3 studies. In addition, his stature is firm and high and the chest of his field makes anyone captivated with one look. Of course, there were already many disciples idolizing him. Irsyad is ideal for any woman.

"No, Sir. Whose father, yes, we do not know. How did a handsome model get into this class? It's not Indonesian language school hours, is it? Oh, this father is that much-idolized teacher, huh? Hehe." The sentence was uttered by Ira, then greeted with laughter by everyone in the class, except Kila. Kila was still unaware of Irsyad's presence and still focused on her own thoughts.

"Haha, you're all there. Well, if anyone still doesn't know me. Some say, 'Unknown then ta'aruf' agrees, don't you?" Irsyad said as he threw a smile at all the disciples. Right, Irsyad is a warm teacher.

"Ta'aruf, after the sermon, continues to marry. Yeah, right, sir?" Ira responded. Ira is an active student, not only in the classroom but in the school as well.

"It's not the context. The ta'aruf I mean was acquainted. So I want to introduce myself to you guys. It's also impossible for me to marry all of you, right?" irsyad said, greeted by laughter by some students.

Irsyad also explains basic biodata such as name, address, date of birth, age, phone number, email address and so on. Irsyad also had time to tell the background of his education, some students who do not know and already know were still amazed by the educational background of Irsyad.

"All right, any questions?" ask Irsyad at the end of the story.

"Have you not married yet?" chirps one of the female students.

"Haha, don't get married. The candidate just doesn't exist yet" Irsyad replied with a slight laugh.

"If so, there is an opportunity" said the student jokingly. The other students cheered him.

"Okay, that was my introduction. Now it is my turn to meet you. Write your short biodata on a piece of paper. Fill in your bio and your parents, gather it to the secretary. Secretary, don't go home to hand it over to me, and the file from Miss Emi was dropped on you." Irsyad said to all the students, and in Risa's section, Risa complied because she was the class secretary.

"Oh, there's one more thing that matters. Create a description of someone valuable to you. You must give an explanation, at least five paragraphs. There is no protest, because it is related to Indonesian lessons" said Irsyad.

"But, other than because it relates to Indonesian lessons for what else, sir. Isn't that not important?" Risa who asked represented her classmate who questioned the same thing.

"It's not that it's not important I ask you. I want to get to know my students more closely. As a good homeroom teacher, of course," said Irsyad, who was taken by several students.

"So, to strengthen our relationship as homeroom teacher and student, I want us to be 'aruf."

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