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Part 2
Pandiruses
I stood beside the green gate. In front of the two-storey white building that reads Pillar University. Behind the building were several classrooms and the Faculty's offices. Mataku looking for FKIP office (Faculty of Teacher Training and Education). There's no one I know. Everything is passing by. Until the man in glasses, his tall body and slightly gray hair walked towards me. A little flinched, it turned out Bayu. We shook hands, and he took me to his room. Dean's Room. After talking about the past, he tested me by giving me some questions that I needed to finish.
There is no change in Bayu. The war is serious, less friendly and stiff. His clothes are neat and classy according to his profession. The way I see it is a little different. Many times he nodded as he examined the few sheets I had worked on earlier. Finally, the temporary employment contract has been established. Deal. He took me to the lecturer's room not far from his room. I got a desk like the other lecturers. On my desk there's a journal, a laptop and some teaching devices.
“Today, Mr. Purwaka Wiseso will replace Bu. Rahayu is on leave.”
Some people in the room stood up and nodded towards me and Bayu. A moment later, the man left the lecturer's room. Right near the door, her eyes slightly glanced at one of the fashionable and elegant light purple veiled women. Larasati, the name on the table. His body is tall and slender. Taper face with graceful thin makeup. His eyes ndamar kanginan, the radiant incense firmly set. And his smile was like pinastika honey.
The window curtain near the table is slightly open. Forming a straight line beam right about my netraku. The time to enter the class will begin soon. I prepared the book and the marker into the yellow Map. Glasses and eye drops I tucked in my pants pocket.
Several other teachers are also preparing to teach. There are only a few lecturers who bring yellow Map, there are Bu Rahma, Pak Heru and Bu Laras. The yellow map is for FKIP English. I nodded politely as I passed the table by the door.
The barrel made me stop. That soft voice seemed to hold me. I am now in front of him.
“For semester 2 his class is on the second floor. Near the Lab. Language, let me show you”
I nodded and walked beside the woman. Sometimes I lyrics the face that accentuate intelligence. He talks a lot about his students. Enough a smile and a polite nod to compensate.
“Pak Bayu often stories about you, away from Sidoarjo for work here. Are you dismissed as a High School Teacher? Looks like I need to be sorry.”
“I don't think it's wrong to try a better career.” My breath held for a few seconds upon hearing that presumptuous question. A completely different side, behind her graceful face. His words were too bold to new people. He shrugged and glanced at me while his two hands were busy fixing his wind-blown hood.
You know, he's trying to attract attention or he wants compliments. Might want to talk further. The little things he did were useless. I think his attitude is Pandir. Sloppy, arrogant and less ethical. To allude to my former work without humility. We parted near the stairs as we entered the second floor. Two male students carrying a yellow Map walked hurriedly towards him.
The first day I was teaching Structure 2. After explaining on the board. I quickly deleted it, and then I shared some questions. No noise at all. Quite calm. Every now and then two students sit in front. Throwing a glance at me. Some whispered and smiled indistinctly.
“Sorry sir, this problem is very difficult.” he exclaimed while raising his hand.
“Don't be hard-dong sir, we don't understand at all” said the blue hooded girl.
“In English” my answer is flat without hospitality. Look them in turn. They must be resolved. Because it is very useful for the future. The current difficulties are nothing, they must be trained about language proficiency, ethics and civility. What a carelessness to talk like that to the teacher. They should use English if they talk to me.
The crane!!! Buzzer. Some students collect assignments. Then rushed out without a commotion. The two girls sitting on the front bench had not yet moved. They came out last. His face was sour and gathered his duties in a huff. The name of Della and the sheet next to her belonged to Vita. Della is a girl who wears a blue veil. High proportioned, slim and fashionable. Her face was ordinary, nothing interesting just thick makeup. Moreover, his attitude likes to seek attention. As for Vita, the girl was short, her hair was as straight as a shoulder, her skin was brown and wore non-essential accessories. Her face was sweet but it would be meaningless without attitude control.
Restrict yourself to not be affected by the traps of young girls. They overreact in their actions. It can be dangerous to the environment and themselves. A little wild and wild. Highly educated young girls should have an attitude of self-control. More about talking to the teacher. Facing them is nothing new. Remembering that I also taught in High School. This time, however, we need to be more careful and vigilant.
***
I have been teaching for two months. There are no complicated problems. Everything went well. Even Bayu and I often discussed teaching in class. Some other teachers also began to get familiar. The awkward and stiff feeling has passed.
But the attitude Laras increasingly makes me uncomfortable. Whether intentionally or not, his desk that was near the door, now moved next to my desk. Yeah, that means our table's close together. Her graceful paras sometimes makes me nervous. Often I try hard to master myself and organize the mind so as not to be tempted. Not infrequently I found chocolate and greeting cards in my work desk drawer. It's too childish, but that's how women are. The good news until now no one has suspected or caught it.
This afternoon after teaching I went into the lecturer room in a slightly wet outfit. The wall clock shows five o'clock over thirty minutes. The atmosphere was quiet, it seemed that the others had already left before the rain. My left hand grabbed the bag on the table in a huff. My vision was suddenly unclear and my head felt heavy. Someone landed a warm touch on my arm.
“You need a warm drink. Wait a minute,” He said lead me to sit on the sofa. Then release his hand. “I'll be back”
My head is on the sofa. While my hand reached for eye drops in the pants pocket. A few minutes later, my vision was clear.
“Iya,” he replied slowly and offered a cup of tea. “Hopefully this can make you better”
After drinking tea. Both my eyes were staring straight at the beautiful face. My heart ripples. It is not just tea that can warm. But the existence of Laras today is like the morning light that warms the earth. The red hue on her cheeks symbolized perfect softness.
“It looks like the rain has stopped,” I stood up and nodded politely. “Thank you”
“Wait..” his hand grabbed my arm. “We can go home together.”
We're off campus. Walk together under a black umbrella. The sound of water falling from the sky. His hands were tightly wrapped in my hands. Real close. I ventured to open the conversation.
“How long has Bu Laras been teaching?”
“Three years, before pak Bayu was appointed dean”
“Bu Laras original Jember?”
“Not. I am originally from Lumajang.” his hand waved and the city shuttles stopped.
“I first ma'am, thank you.” I gave her the umbrella. And get in the yellow car. More precisely len/lin (public transportation in jember). The woman nodded politely and smiled.
Just pacing around in the room. Can't sleep. Scroll calendar. Thursday night Friday means that Amir is in the cottage. And come back tomorrow afternoon. Mobile phone at the table. A warm, shady face just flashed. Mom, how's it going now? I'd love to tell you about the fret that's raging in the chest. Could it be Laras, the right woman?
***
Sunday morning, Amir took me to the Tanjung market to buy a bird cage. After that we stopped by the warkop behind Matahari department store. A cup of coffee is available at the table. My hand grabbed the small spoon and started to stir.
“Eh..nak kanak binik ruwah raddin” chirps Amir elbow my arm. “Mbois jeh”
“Jarno”
My eyes threw a glance at the two teenagers across the street. Straight-haired girl chatting with a man on a motorcycle. There's usually nothing interesting in my opinion.
Amir's rant is still around the girl across there. Tapping admiration and praise unceasingly came out. Until the girl left. At that moment Amir was silent and sipped his coffee. He loved to watch girls who were 17 years old and above. Still kinyis-kinyis said.
I actually don't want to talk about this. It feels disrespectful. But the mood is relaxed. So there's no harm in finding out something that's been curious lately. It has been two months teaching and often sees Bayu and Laras together. Amir must know something.
“What Bayu ever told you about a woman?” manya curious. “Or name someone named Laras”
“Larasati? They got engaged six months ago. Why Pur?”
The tongue becomes a tongue. Word ‘engaged’ makes chest feel tight. Is it true what I just heard. “Woodle never told me”
“Involuntary. Because I don't want to be the talk. You will now be a part of them,” said Amir. “Do not say you are lured to Baras, wonge dhuwur, lean lan ayu.”
“Commonly,” I sipped coffee until it ran out. “Posture is too high not fitting in view”
Amir chuckles. “Laras was once a finalist ‘cak and yuk’ Lumajang time still SMA.”
He was a finalist for a tourist ambassador. Justjust wonderful. No wonder his appearance has always been the center of attention among lecturers and students. Apparently trained. But in spite of all that, his behavior was a little bold. Where the woman should be shy, meek in her language and polite in her behavior. The audacity of Laras when he dared to land his hand on my arm, I cannot forget. Why is that a sass? Because he and I are so different. And the second, if he already has a fiance, why still try to tease and spread the charm on other men.