CHASING THE LOVE OF THE TEACHER
Chapter 13 Between Martabak and Sate

The second day Arjuna worked at SMA Guna Bangsa is still spent with the excitement of a stack of theories. Starting from the reading book how to be a good teacher, the rules and order of educators to the latest mathematical formulas that have developed over the last 7 years since graduating from High School.

His presence which became a trending topic of gossipers and face seekers at SMA Guna Bangsa, made Arjuna must refrain from often appearing in front of the public.

Consequently. Arjuna prefers to spend time in the backyard of the High School building. Arjuna who is fond of quiet hidden places like this, often passing hours of rest alone in this place.

But this afternoon it turns out he was not alone. The figure of Cilla who originally wanted to be alone was also like Arjuna, urung approached and wanted to turn to class. But when she heard Arjuna's voice talking to someone, Cilla turned behind the building wall used for crop testing activities of children in the IPA class

“Finally you called me too, Darling.” There was a happy and flowery tone from the thin mouth of the new idol.

“I can explain the problem, baby. Let's meet first.”

“Not so, now I work, but no longer in papa's office. Me now…. Luna ! Luna !”

Arjuna's face looks upset while staring at his phone. Of course there is nothing else there, only a black screen that if touched there is only a writing of numbers that show the time.

Cilla saw the new teacher growling and grabbed her own hair. He had been waiting for the moment Arjuna threw his phone, but he saw Arjuna void and only growled indistinctly. Cilla pulled the corner of her lips next to portray a sinister smile on her face.

His footsteps that accidentally stepped on a twig made Arjuna who was angry himself so wary.

“Who is it?” Arjuna turned his head with his eyes looking for the origin of the sound.

But Cilla doesn't care. He immediately ran away from the school backyard. His intention wanted to find inspiration so evaporated somewhere.

While Arjuna who felt his heartbeat quickened, impatiently waiting for the bell to rest ended. His feet had asked to be invited back to the teacher's room, when he did not find anyone nearby.

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In the afternoon after the magrib, Arjuna decided to look around the five-footed dining area near the hostel.

A few hundred meters away, he found a kind of greening garden, where many street vendors lined up there like pojasera.

Arjuna steps through looking at one by one the food being traded. He swallowed his saliva. His hungry stomach saw all the food look tempting. But considering the money is getting thin, Arjuna finally chose to eat chicken satay plus rice tonight.

“If you want to watch, go to the movies, not hang out here while eating satay.”

Arjuna immediately looked up and found a strange creature from Guna Bangsa High School already sitting in front of him. The smell of butter fragrance from inside the box he carried, made Arjuna swallow his saliva so as not to drip seduced martabak.

“Ngapain you are here ?” Ask Arjuna a little tingly.

Cilla did not answer. He sat down in front of Arjuna and opened the martabak dus.

“Of course you want to eat, dear Mr. Arjuna. Not like Dad, not obviously, want to eat or watch a streaming movie,” Cilla sneered.

His hand instead of taking a piece of mertabak instead slipped onto Arjuna's safe plate and immediately took the last 2 stabs.

Arjuna immediately gawked, but Cilla looks stupid and spent the last two skewers belonging to Arjuna.

“Basic brat ! Don't know if I deliberately left those two stitches for the last pleasure.”

Arjuna's face began to look irritated. Moreover, in his heart he continued to curse Cilla who was as good as he could spend his satay without permission.

“Don't like to be upset so, sir. Especially just because the chicken satay 2 skewers,” Cilla who glanced at Arjuna's face looks grinning making Arjuna more upset.

“This,” Cilla pushed the hammerhead dus to get closer in front of Arjuna. The smell of butter flavored with cheese, chocolate, nuts and sesame instantly seduces Arjuna's smell.

The man took the bottled water. In addition to resisting emotions, Arjuna must also resist the temptation of taking the sweet martabak in front of him.

“I replace with this, Sir. A piece of martabak equals two skewers.”

Arjuna spouted the remaining water in his mouth to wet some of Cilla's face.

“Bapak slovenly, deh !” Cilla took the tissue nearby and rubbed her wet face. “I have to wash my face 3 times nih in order to remove the smell of satay from the mouth of Mr.”

“Mana can be equated between satay and martabak,” Arjuna's tirade. “Sate it's main food while martabak it's dessert or snack.”

Cilla rolled her eyeballs and looked at Arjuna bitterly.

“I know that you are a teacher, but I do not need an explanation of the difference between satay and martabak. What I discussed earlier is that the price of two skewers is equivalent to a piece of martabak. Not that it is better suited to the mathematical count according to the field of study Mr?”

The nagging Cilla brought her face closer to Arjuna,’ making the man look careless.

“Bapak still do not accept if my father satay eat ? Don't want to barter with my martabak ?”

Arjuna clucked in annoyance. Want to argue with Cilla's model abege child for him looks futile.

Unexpectedly Cilla took a piece of martabak and directly put it into Arjuna's mouth.

“This is as my apology for your annoyance at the last two stabs I spent.”

Just as Cilla was waking up, Arjuna's voice stopped her. The martabak that had entered his mouth was being held in his hand.

“It is impolite to leave a friend who is finishing his meal.”

“Friends ?” Cilla looked at Arjuna while frowning.

Arjuna just kept quiet not responding to Cilla's question, he was busy enjoying the sliver of martabak that slowly entered his mouth.

It seems that Arjuna must balance Cilla's attitude with the same style so that not only his heart is made arrogant by the behavior of this prospective student.

“Why don't you just go home and enjoy this martabak with your family ?”

Cilla rolled her eyeballs again then clucked with an annoyed face.

“I am not a child who will be awaited by parents,” replied Cilla in a lazy tone.

Not long after the martabak deliver another box of martabak in a plastic bag.

“Thank you Mas idi,” Cilla nodded her head.

Arjuna was still stealing glances watching Cilla, while pretending to be busy enjoying the martabak in front of him.

“You said no family, but buy another pack of martabak.”

“Ooo this is for Bik Mina, Bang Dirman the same Bang Toga,” Answered Cilla relaxed while taking a piece of martabak.

Arjuna simply listened without asking who the three people Cilla mentioned by name were.

“Mr doyan what's hungry ?” His eyes while laughing. “Ngot aware if you have spent 3 pieces martabak ?”

Arjuna almost choked. His attention focused on Cilla's behavior while his hand automatically picked up the martabak. His face flushed with embarrassment was reprimanded like that by Cilla.

“Father often eat here ?”

As if unconscious and does not care if the previous sentence makes Arjuna wrong. Cilla had already asked another question.

“New first,” replied Arjuna short and solid.

Cilla cleaned her hands with a tissue and then took the phone from her sling bag.

“Can you name your mobile number ?”

Arjuna did not reply just frowning his forehead, his gaze looking disbelieving at Cilla's request.

“Do not misunderstand. Like I said, we are friends eating. Previously we had lunch, now dinner, who knows tomorrow-tomorrow we meet at breakfast.”

Cilla thrust her phone so Arjuna put her number in her call list.

“Eating alone is not good, sir. Besides if we want to eat 2 kinds while the bag fitting, we can divide half. Mutual benefit.”

“Symbiosis mutualism ?” Arjuna Ledek.

“You could say so. Wouldn't it be better because it benefits both sides ?”

Arjuna just smiled with a mocking face. Cilla's hand was left hanging while holding the phone.

With impatience finally Cilla took Arjuna's mobile phone and tried to open it. Apparently locked.

“Password, Sir !” Not the tone of asking even the command that came out of Cilla's mouth.

Arjuna shook his head with his two hands now folded in front of his chest. His face looked annoying with his sneaky grin.

Cilla, that smart girl doesn't run out of sense. He brought Arjuna's cell phone closer to his owner's face, and as expected, the key to the phone opened.

“Sial, he can think with face ID,” umpat Arjuna in heart.

“Cilla !” Jerky Arjuna. Some people near him looked over.

Cilla did not care and continued to avoid the hands of Arjuna who tried to reclaim his cellphone. Finally Arjuna gave up and gave up his phone to be teased by Cilla.

After successfully obtaining Arjuna's phone number and entering his number in his teacher's call list, Cilla returned the phone to the owner.

“Believe me, sir, very unpleasant too often eat alone.”

Cilla woke up with her martab pack. The rest of the martabak he had eaten together with Arjuna was left at the table.

Cilla stopped before far away stepping and turned to look at Arjuna again.

“Don't be left out, sir. Just take it home, good for breakfast tomorrow at the boarding house. I'm sorry, Mr.” Cilla bowed her body while smiling.

Arjuna again gawked with Cilla's lightning-fast attitude without waiting for the interlocutor's brain to process the answer.

He saw the phone in his hand. With a little curiosity, he opened the list of outgoing call numbers.

Arjuna could only shake his head. The writing of the Eating Friend is seen in his last call.