CHASING THE LOVE OF THE TEACHER
Chapter 15 Is Not a Naughty Child

Exactly a month Arjuna worked at SMA Guna Bangsa. The initial struggle was quite heavy. Not because of the difficulty of teaching High School children, but the remaining one million more money that must be arranged so that enough for 37 days.

Arjuna checked his mobile banking. A good number for teachers without experience.

Mr. Slamet had said at the beginning, if as long as Arjuna became the assistant of Mr. Wahyu, the school would only pay him about half of his salary as a teacher. It also depends on the policy of the foundation.

Arjuna remains grateful, at least the numbers displayed on his phone screen are more than 2 million. Enough to pay the cost of boarding, meals and transportation for the next month.

Already rolled left right his eyes do not want to be closed. Many thoughts that disturb the brain Arjuna is indeed smart. Think about a lot of things that happened in his life over the last 5 weeks. Family is sure. Longing for his old life can still be overcome.

Relationship with Luna ? Like a broken kite hanging on a branch of a mango tree, wants to be reached too high, left to disturb the view every time it passes

It has been a month not only Luna did not reply to the message, but Arjuna's number has been blacklisted on the girl's cellphone aka blocked.

It's 10:15 but the eyes are still bright. Finally Arjuna decided to go to “pujasera” the term he gave to a row of food cart bases near the park that became his favorite eating place.

Arjuna also walked there in a style that has been increasingly memorized to become a habit, without the need for Dono to remind.

The atmosphere was still quite crowded even though it was almost midnight. Arjuna just remembered that this is Saturday night and the date of the payday worker, just like him.

Arjuna ordered a can without peanuts and sat down at one of the five-foot wooden tables nearby.

Not yet the order came, the creature that was not expected was already sitting in front of him without permission.

“Still remember your way here ?” Syndic Arjuna.

“I've been here a lot, just it looks like we're not a match. Should our soul mate meet is at breakfast because previously we have had lunch and dinner together.”

Arjuna frowned and shook his head. Strange words even though Arjuna understood the meaning.

“Ngapain you are still wandering these nights ?”

The girl frowned while looking at Arjuna who returned her gaze with a cynical smile.

“In the mind you must have thought I was out clubbing.”

The order of the can came, it turns out this strange creature also ordered the same food.

“Please follow ,” grumbled Arjuna.

“Helloow Mr. Arjuna, this is a public place and people are free to order what. Did I know that you also order a canticle?”

Arjuna was a fool and started blowing on the scoop before entering his mouth.

“Continue taking girls out at night, alone, and hanging out in a place like this ?”

Cilla rolled her eyes lazily. But his heart felt challenged because for him Arjuna was a debate opponent who would sharpen his brain.

“I'm alone because I don't have a boyfriend yet. Obviously Sir ? And if girls come out tonight is it certain to be clubbing ? What friends are you female model kayak so ?”

“Kepo !” Sebastian's voice while throbbing.

“Master more kepo !” Cilla did not want to lose. “My father wants to know where I am from, why alone and what destination to hang out here.”

Arjuna again blew a can on his spoon without arguing back Cilla's words.

“Bapak is also alone, definitely have no girlfriend,”

Cilla taunted Arjuna with a laugh, but a moment later she shook her head.

“Hmmm.. but I'm sure that you already have a girlfriend,” her eyes narrowed looking at Arjuna who was casually enjoying a can for as much as a spoonful.

“My guess must be right if you have been cut off by the same girlfriend because suddenly fell poor.”

Cilla was blown away, but her mood instantly changed and her face frowned as Arjuna again gushed a can in her mouth and hit Cilla's face.

“Bapak iihh...so dirty anyway !” Half yelled Cilla nagging Arjuna.

His eyes immediately searched for tissue that was not on the table, forced Cilla to take hers out of the bag.

Instead of helping to clean up or at least apologize, Arjuna even looked up at Cilla's face. There was bread, green beans and red pomegranate stuck to some parts of his face. Without permission, Arjuna immediately took the phone and immortalized it.

“Pak Juna !” Screaming Cilla again while clenching his hands was about to punch Arjuna who was still broken.

“Pasri revenge is more cruel, Sir !” Omel Cilla's.

“Defensive basics. I deliberately spouted food on your face !”

“Basic jones..just discussed ex-boyfriend aja baper already to choke. Father is the teacher what shaman anyway ? Hobby is really carefree people !”

Cilla took a wet tissue to wipe her face that felt sticky because of the soup of a can.

Arjuna got up from his stool. Cilla was already glaring straight away, she thought Arjuna would leave her after making her face and some of her clothes sticky. It turned out that not long ago the man had returned with two bottles of water in a bottle.

“Rinses your face if it still feels sticky.” Arjuna handed him a bottle that he had opened.

“Tumben can do good,” quipped Cilla while thieving.

“You are the only one who likes to see my disgrace doang. Though I was entered as a dream husband candidate, handsome, kind, considerate, smart,.”.

“But destitute,” Cilla chuckled.

“Basic chick matere,” nagging Arjuna while grunting annoyed.

“Pak, this is already the era of now, not the time of Romeo and Juliet who can live enough with love doang. Is there a woman who wants to marry a man whose life is difficult from beginning to end ? What do you want children to eat ? Love can indeed make full ?”

Arjuna laughed at Cilla's grumbling face.

“What else ?” The girl glared at Arjuna who was laughing at him. “You change me spray ?” Cilla was ready to put a spoon filled with the sauce of a can into his mouth.

“Eh don't !” Arjuna held his palms together in front of Cilla's mouth. “Don't make me out of extra charge for laundry. You see my shirt is mediocre for Monday to Sunday.”

“Keep why my birds are ?”

“You if again ranting so like a group of mothers in the alley where my hostel, which again on the latest information contest.”

“Diih where can I be equated with mother-emak. Blind dad ? I still singset like this, kinclong face, Spanish guitar body, and for sure I am still young, dong !” Cilla deliberately put on her haughty face.

Arjuna pressed his phone and saw that it was 11:20.

“You didn't come home ? Not looking for your parents ?”

“Ngak. I am not sure if Papi still remembers me as his son.” Cilla's face looks sad even though she tries to cover it up.

“So girls don't like to wander at night, it's not good to see people. Especially alone, later considered a girl is not right.”

“What is the Father of one of them?” Cilla asked ferociously and stared intently at Arjuna's eyes.

“I understand the minds of most people..”

“I asked if Dad was also one of them !” Cilla's voice rose and her hand had kicked against the table.

Arjuna looked directly left. Although visitors are not crowded, but enough to be a spectator of their scene.

“I am a teacher and an adult man who advises you not to go wrong. You are young, smart, your papi a respected person as the owner of the school, you..”.

“So you already know that I am the owner of the school so you avoid debate with me because you do not want to be considered as a problem seeker ?”

Arjuna was shocked when he saw that there was a clear liquid coming out of the brave girl in front of him.

“I think Father is different. Seeing me as Pricilla, a Guna Bangsa High School student. It turns out that Dad is the same as the other guys. Good on me for knowing my son owner school.”

Cilla tried to wipe away the tears with the backs of her hands. He got up and left Arjuna.

Cilla stopped her steps and turned to look at Arjuna with tears.

“If you do not know someone, do not easily give predicate. I'm not a brat as Father thought!”

Arjuna was glued to see Cilla's reaction. He could feel that there was a hidden wound in the young girl's gaze.

Arjuna took a deep breath and fiercely greeted him and looked at the table in front of him. Even the mineral water provided by him had not been touched by Cilla.

It was the first time Arjuna also felt hurt and regretful when he remembered the bias of the wound in the gaze of the girl who had been known to be brave and considered a troublemaker..