Crush On You's
Panicked
The simple girl enjoyed every bit more fun and benefit when discussing with me. Discuss everyday things related to teaching and some reading. He loves to read poetry. When a flat and unfriendly comment came from my lips. He simply nodded and did not respond further. I used to go to his place twice a week.
His face was not as pale as before. Now more often sparkle. Although the war is still timid, afraid even hesitant when dealing with me. And I'm used to it all. I see him almost every day on campus.
***
That afternoon in the lecturer's room there weren't too many people. I glanced at the watch at two o'clock in the afternoon, meaning another hour into class. My hand grabbed the teaching journal and read it once more. Soon I closed it, when both eyes were tired.
Mr. Heru brought some blue-covered books. Quite a lot then put it on the table. The man started to turn on the laptop. His right hand grabbed the phone. I was a little curious about the blue book. Then I walked towards him. “Do you write this book?”
“Ya, to make it easier for them to learn,” he replied.
“Drama and Poetry.” I read the title of the book and started opening each sheet. The deg! My heart ripples. Remember the face that always sparkles every reading sentence full of diction.
“Bening! Come in,” said Mr. Heru.
I've been looking down since. Shaken and looked at the door.
The girl was wearing a white shirt, her hair was pigtailed with a pink ribbon. Long skirt flowers black color. His steps slowly towards the table beside me stood up.
He glanced at her and then lowered his gaze.
With great care he listened to the orders of Mr. Heru, to compile the books in accordance with the absence. His position is standing next to mine now. During that time I was free to observe his face inch by inch. I wanted to see him for as long as possible.
When he glanced, I turned my eyes. Like there's vibrations in the chest.
I stretched out the book. Without talking or looking at him. Then back to my place. Before leaving the room I occasionally glanced at him for a moment. He was carrying a lot of books. The steps are a bit quick. Soon I walked next to him.
“Some magic has been at work on me,”.
“One of the dialogues from The Comedy of Errors by Shakespeare,” he said a little giggling.
“Do not laugh! Nothing funny.”
I finally walked first. While my brain was starting to think, if only I taught the Drama and Poetry course it might be a little fun. I'll create a ruthless and powerful antagonist. Ah, crap! It's all just bullshit.
Classes end at five in the afternoon. They came out with a lethargic face. It seems like the little debate an hour ago was enough to put pressure on them. The ones who deserve to stay on the podium are just a few people. Of course, those who have above average speaking skills and dare to refute. And others make debate conclusions to be collected in the form of voice recordings.
***
My hands grabbed children's fairy tale books, coloring books and reading study books. Proceed to the psychological group shelf. The book, Living With Grief by Dr. Tony Lake, is quite eye-catching. Without a second thought I took it to the cashier. After paying, go down to the first floor. My smile grew up looking at the girl who was picking out some colored pencils. The basket in his left hand was full.
“Are you done shopping?”
“Mister,” the answer is aghast.
“Miss Clear!!!” the little boy shouted running towards him.
Zahras. The boy came with his mother.
“This is no coincidence, right? You two are so compatible.”
Clear became pale and nervous.
I nodded politely at the woman. “We happened to meet here.”
“Already. Coincidentally this is legitimate, no need to be nervous so.”
“Excuse me!” said Bening slowly. Get to the cashier immediately.
As much as I can explain to Sakinah. So that there is no misunderstanding. You guys, can imagine her expression being so carefree as if she was watching a show.
“Take it easy, Sir! I won't tell anyone,” he said lightly. “Including time Pak Pur became a judge at TK.”
I nodded politely. Then the woman and her daughter went up to the second floor.
Me and Bening out of the Bookstore. There's no talk of anything. The yellow transportation stopped and led us to Gajah Mada Street. The passengers are not much. So I sat next to him. Right in front of us was a mother carrying a baby. The sound of the baby's cry was shrill in the ears. Nothing seems to be disturbed. And Bening tried to calm down by gently rubbing the baby's head.
“Can,” reply Clear fast. Then grab the baby.
The mother grabbed a milk bottle and a small fan.
The baby was silent in a clear deck. Her hand was also holding the baby's milk bottle. Luwes and it looks like he's been trained to calm the baby down.
“Thank you mbak,” said Mother was friendly. “Mbaknya painstaking.”
Clear smile.
I glanced for a moment as he hid a smile. The transport stopped, the mother who brought the baby down. A few minutes later we arrived in front of the entrance gate of the residential complex.
This day is not too bright and not too cloudy. The sun is dimming. Along the journey not too far away. Before parting we sat on a long bench next to the security guard post.
I asked him to wrap the book I bought. Wrapping paper, glue and scissors are already on the crackle.
He began to wrap the book. “Whose this gift is for?”
“Make children,” I replied briefly and showed a photo of two boys who were on the phone screen. “I love them so much.”
“It looks like they are the age of Zahra and ..”
“No need to comment. Besides you don't know them,” I said quickly cut the conversation.
The face I usually see. Slowly dim and refocus on wrapping the gift. To be honest, I really liked where her change of face happened. That's so ridiculous.
“Next week their birthday.”
Bening nodded. His forehead creased and his lips twitched as if he was about to speak.
“You must have thought, if they were my children.”
“I don't know.”
“They are Arka and Artha. My sister's son. He's about five years old.”
“Ya.”
“Now tell me about your siblings?”
“Not now. It feels too fast to tell a story.”
“No problem, I'll find out for myself. Just need a little time.”
After giving that statement, there were no more answers or comments. Letting her worry and guess is entertainment for me.
Stand up and say goodbye. I quickly prevented. There are some things that worry me too. “What is Bu Sakinah trustworthy?”
“Of course. Don'worry. He's not a guy who likes to talk.”
“Are you sure?”
Bening nodded and glanced at me.
We split up at the fork. My hand reached into the phone and started typing a short message and I sent it to Bening. Like this it's in.
[On campus, there is no special closeness between Lecturers and Students/i]
[I understand. Tomorrow I confirm again to Ms. Sakinah]
[Don't arrive because tilapia a speck of broken milk]
No more reply from him. It means that Bening understands. I put the phone in my pocket. Frankly, the incident made me more careful when I met the girl. Maybe I just drop enough sympathy, gasp and enjoy the war. Without having to worry constantly.