Crush On You's
A gift from someone
Part 3
Monday to Friday I teach at school. Saturday afternoon to evening helped Amir teach at an English course on Kalimantan street. Smart English Course, its name. This time he only taught the practice of national exam preparation. One class has 10 students and 5 students. The atmosphere is calm and conducive. There are no significant difficulties during the teaching and learning process.
Some of the teachers here are teachers of the Aliyah Madrasah, who is Amir's colleague teaching. And it turns out Bayu also often to this place, because it is not far from his home. The three of us who are together often forget time.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Bayu parked his motorbike and immediately entered the teaching staff room. It's just me, Amir and Ms. Azizah admin staff. Teaching starts at three. So the atmosphere is still quiet. Step Bayu riled and lazy.
“Gak omes me, Laras back and forth without calling or kenek. Busy continues,”guterutu while throwing cigarette butts in the ashtray. “Ting - mempenting”
“Adek koen,” says Amir chuckles. “Resiko, where is he now?”
“Go back to her parents' house. I'll be at his house later tonight. Anyone want to come?”
Amir shook his head and glanced at me. Damn I hate this situation. Especially the ones related to Laras that always make me nervous. “Later tonight I have event”
“Events?” ask Amir and Bayu together.
All they know, all this time I did not have a special event in the evening before night. Unlike Amir who is always busy at the cottage helping his teacher. My brain is trying hard to find the right reason. Hope no one suspects.“Later I futsal with Mr. Heru in Talangsari.”
They nodded in understanding. Relieved to be free of the burden that makes me nervous. Mindfulness - mindfulness can not be spared in the least. Or everything becomes runnyam. Bayu lately busy and often meeting in various places. While Laras and I often discuss on the sidelines of lunch hours outside the campus. It is hard to resist its charm. Wait, the reader should not misunderstand, the topic of discussion between me and Laras is about various learning methods. As a man who is already twenty-nine years old it feels natural to have begun to be interested in a woman. The thinking and point of view of Baras is very good and potentially.
***
Three days ago, I typed some stuff in the living room. The midterms will be held in a few months. There is no harm in preparing first. The song You Took My Heart Away by Michael Learn echoes quietly from a laptop. When relaxing like this, listening to music is the right choice.
Both my eyes have not been sidetracked on a rectangular-sized object. My fingers are typing fast. Some thick books and dictionaries are on the table. Not realizing that someone was coming. Stand before me. Slowly take my eyes off. A single smile made both eyes unblink. The smell of the rose pervades my sense of smell. The pattern of the flowers of the combination of pink and white.
An indistinct stale substance came out of my mouth. I don't know why I suddenly became weird and silly. Opening the conversation to the opposite sex is the hardest thing right now. Not much Baras said. Again - again my desire to have it.
The woman took a seat next to me. He commented on the house and the decor of this room. Ideas came up without my consent. I don't know what he wants? Maybe he didn't know this house wasn't mine.
“I'm here to offer you something,” he said friendly and give a business card. “Pakdheku needs teachers of Javanese, Indonesian and English. There are two students from Australia who want to study privately.”
I received the name card. Wait, teaching foreign students? It is a challenge as well as a new experience. Bu Laras told me about his busy life so he could not help.
“I'm sure you will accept this offer” he said winked. While his hand was holding my finger.
Very exciting news. I'm so grateful to him.
“Too much to thank, it sounds so overrated. And I'm happy if you take me to the highway.”
“By pleasure Bu Laras.” Without thinking long. I'm nodding. And we're out of the house. During the trip we talked about daily activities. I forgot to tell him that it's not my house. No surprise from him. The pink hue of her cheeks was even more adorable. After seeing him enter the angkot. I went home thinking about something, it seems like I need a more private residence.
How sad it would be to imagine a happy marriage. Seeing my financial condition is far from enough. Let alone to make someone happy, for myself I have to save. Where I live is not enough, if I count my salary a month is just enough to buy a mountain bike or pay down payment on a motorcycle loan. No, I don't think about buying anything. As long as it is only from the compassion of Bayu and Amir, I can continue to live in this overseas. Again I am not worthy to think of love or to drop a taste in someone. Kuremas another wallet in my hand.
***
“How, still anyone asked?”
“This number 24 should be true”
“Try more thoroughly. That there is still a less exact”
“This is comparative degrees. More..adj..kan is already true”.
“Less ‘than’
“Jeez, deserved salah”
I shook my head to see one of the students protesting, because of her improper job. That's not really a big deal. Just less thorough. After the lesson is over, I always take time for those who want to ask questions.
Devi Eliza's name. He always asks at the end of the lesson. Her hair was long and tied back. The side bangs cover half the forehead. Looks sweet and adorable. The fight is cheerful and confident. She is less than 17 years old. He always waved his hands to say goodbye to me.
“It seems, you are friendly to younger girls,” said Bayu standing near the bookshelf. “Not infrequently I hear you are very rigid to behave on the student”
“That was because he was a child. Stiff with college students because I don't want them to behave recklessly.”
Bayu patted my shoulder. “You did not change Pur”
“This time I agree with Bayu. Relax ae jeh” sahut Amir.
“Among the three of us, only you are alone. There is no harm in paying more attention to something beautiful, women precisely”
I don't flinch from hearing what they're talking about. Some people need someone else to share something with. But for now, I better think of something else. Like working and raising money.
“Well, how about we do a little assessment. How does the appearance of Laras physically in your opinion?” tanya Bayu crossed her arms in the chest. Then set our eyes on us.
“The body is too high, the tapered cheeks are indeed attractive. But I'm sure it won't last long, someday it will be inedible.”
Bayu chuckled at the assessment from Amir. Looks like he's entertained. And now he's waiting for my assessment. Oh, my God, what am I supposed to say? Everything that is Barrel has perfect and fitting.
“He has good skin color, bright and not pale”
“You must have noticed it often. The table is not far from where you” said Bayu
“Of course not. My whole attention is only to work. It feels impolite if I pay attention to it.”
Amir and Bayu laughed. Then they patted me on the shoulder.
“Iyo. Wes rasah sepaneng,” said Amir. “if you think pay attention to Laras is not polite. How about Devi, isn't the girl also has a bright skin color.”
“Amir true. Your student is quite interesting,” Bayu tried to persuade me. “Yes, maybe you need to teach her some things.”
Without commenting again. I grabbed the bag and walked out. The conversation just now was nonsense. How have they misinterpreted my attitude all this time? Sucks. I'll hold my head for a moment. The little stars flickered. Not very interesting. A few seconds later, I crossed the street. Someone sat down by the bridge and waved their hands.
“Devi? Why not go home?”
“My bike chain is off.”
“Can I see?”
The girl nodded. While my hands were busy putting up the loose chain. “It's finished, now you can wear it”
“Thanks yes Sir”
“Iya Sir. Sorry to trouble”
“It's okay. Where do you live?”
“On the road Jawa”
“Alright, be careful and see you” I said as it passed.
“Wait Sir!”
My steps stopped and looked back. Devi led her bike.
“Can you ask for the phone number?”
“No. If the chain comes off again you just take it to the workshop”
“If I ask about English, how?”
“You can ask your teacher at school”
“Mister wife must be fierce yes, just ask for a hape number can not”
“I don't have a wife”
“Asyik!!” shouting pleased. “Means can yes..”
My right hand grabbed the business card in my pocket and I gave it to him.”
Her face was happy and smiling looking at my card. Then wave your hands to say goodbye.’You little boy, there are-there’ whispered me in the heart.
***
Almost every day Devi sends a short message or text. Of course with questions that are not too important. Like, How are you? What are you doing? I don't know what all that means. In the course place he also became more diligent and active inquiring. A few months ago he also won the SMA reading news competition. Good achievement and I want to give him appreciation.
I sent him a message Sunday morning. That this afternoon I'll have lunch at conato bakery. Not too much hope, because the name of the children can definitely change their minds in an instant.
Before leaving. I looked at myself in front of the mirror. Not too handsome or cool. It's just not flawed. Scroll again the phone on the table, the incoming message from Devi. Apparently he got there first.
The streets are not too crowded. The blue sky was stinging and a little breeze. I wipe the sweat on the forehead with a handkerchief. Then my feet came out of the angkot. Standing in front of Jember roxy square. This place has not been opened for a long time, but there have been many visitors. As per his notice, Devi wears a red checkered shirt and black jeans. Before entering conato bakery, suddenly my eyes water, the effect of light stings. The medicine in the pocket of the pants and incubate it. A few seconds later, it was fresh.
“Good Afternoon sir” is friendly. “So where to eat?”
I just nodded and told him to follow me. We had lunch in Conato. No meaningful conversation. Just prepare your ears to hear all the carefree chatter about her, her friends. That's boy. For a moment, I remembered the words of Bayu and Amir. Shit, they both suck.
“Spend food. And I'll take you home”
“Go back?”
“Iya”
His hands picked up the tissue and cleaned up the leftovers in his mouth. His sitting position began to be unsettled. “Do not go home first, accompany me shopping”
“I don't have time for that. Today's lunch is a form of appreciation because you won the news” reading contest
“Where is mister going?”
Intentionally not to answer. He's so troublesome. I can't stand it anymore. Scroll the watch at one noon then I rushed off. Amir and Bayu would laugh if they saw this. Obviously, don't let them know. But who will guarantee that Devi will keep her mouth shut. ‘Jeez I'm really nervous’ my grunts slowly.
The leisure time I was about to use to tell Devi a little. Deliberately delayed or better off. Not in tune with what I think. That afternoon I decided to meet someone who is a parent of a student exchange. Mr. Surya, his name.
Puri Bunga Nirwana, Sumbersari. I walked through a few blocks while matching with the business cards in hand. My footsteps came to a halt in front of the black fence, the two-story house and the pale yellow walls. A woman opened the gate. And I followed the steps into the page. White frangipani flowers are as tall as the gate and underneath there is a small pond as well as a small fountain. Looks fresh and beautiful.
“Dirantos rumiyen, nggih” said the woman. Then he went inside.
I nodded and sat on the terrace.
“Monggo pinarak” sound from living room. A thin man, straight hair and thick glasses.
“Sugeng sonten” sapaku when entering the living room. The room is large and spacious. Some furniture from wood. Wall decoration in the form of family photos. And there's a photo of Laras hugging two twin girls.
The man nodded. Then opened the conversation about Bu Laras, two of his biological children who are in Australia and do not forget the Caucasian children who became his foster children. The fight is friendly and polite. There was no tension in my discussion with me. That's how far I've observed.
Then he looked at me seriously and asked, “You came to this city to teach?”
“Bar”
“Both of my foster children need to learn Indonesian and Javanese. I want them to learn fluent and polite Javanese.”
He gave me an English letter. I translated it in Indonesian then in Javanese kromo inggil. At a glance from the look of his face seemed satisfied with what I had done. His right hand took out some paper and wrote some nominal. “This is the salary you will receive for three months. And I will raise if your performance is good.”
My eyes widened. My salary is bigger than teaching on campus. Some desire has started to appear in my brain. It feels like a dream.
“This is his contract of work and a guidebook containing the rules that you must comply with”
Before signing, I read carefully the contents of the employment contract and some rules sheets in the book. “When can I start working?”
“Two weeks away,” answers. Her tongue fell in her pocket. “And this motor key for you.”
The deal is already in place. Motor facilities as long as I dedicate myself to teaching. The teaching schedule is in my hands. My lips were unceasingly grateful as they came out of the courtyard of the two-story house. The vixion motor speed through the city crowd. I can't wait to share this joy with Amir and Bayu.
***
I was stunned to see the students in the group doing the task. Another 10 minutes one of them would be presenting to represent the group. This class is like a garden full of flowers and beetles. Colorful mix into one. With one goal want to grow into the best. Similarly, the beetle is also good at choosing which flowers are beautiful and which flowers are ordinary. While the teacher or lecturer is like a gardener who will take care of and maintain all its contents.
A good plant will potentially be in the lyrics of many people. But the outer appearance alone will not be enough if not balanced with the strength of the leaf stalk and bright color. Maybe some of these paragraphs are a little confusing to the reader, yes the author describes this all for students and students who are learning and growing to be something valuable.
One of the students came forward and approached my desk. While carrying his laptop. He's trying to get attention. No matter which pair of eyes paid attention to his behavior. Some of the questions he asked deliberately, even though he already knew the answer. Things like this happen often and the culprits are Della and Vita. Their motivation was a trick that out of nowhere got. To get others interested in him.
I'm honestly annoyed by such an act. Why has nothing changed from them? How important it is to get attention from lecturers in an instant way. There is no achievement or anything else, it means more interesting to impress me. With all my might I maintain an attitude of self-control so as not to get enticed from them.
In teaching I talk less. But on the other hand, they must actively speak English. Presentation of the students today went well. I like them now more enthusiastic and enthusiastic about learning. Hopefully this continues to be maintained until facing the final task later. “Thank you for your attention. And see you next week” I said when I ended the lesson and left class.