Crush On You's
Boy Arrival
Every day, while continuing my teaching at the residence of Mr. Surya, continued to teach at the campus, then taught at the place of English courses. I am all grateful and filled with joy. It is a pleasure to be useful and useful to others. Financially I finally had some savings again. Not much but enough. Yesterday also had time to buy batik cloth for my mother and two brothers. Don't forget I put money for mom on the package. My determination and earnestness during the process made me believe that every step we take is always God's intervention.
After waking up for a while. I pulled the blanket and turned off the room lights. Small rectangular screen moving on the table. Hand grabbed. My eyes closed to make sure of something. ‘Devi, why call this late?’ whispered in my heart. I quickly turned off the phone. That's a good way to avoid. That girl is very troublesome.
It's cold and lonely tonight. The water is pouring with the wind. Wipe up! Blackouts. The sound of lightning kept me awake. Suddenly my stomach was wrapped. A moment later, my feet came out of bed. My hand was on the dining table. There's nothing. There's only ice cubes, sauces and soy sauce in the fridge. Gallon water, oil and gas are also depleted. Not even instant noodles and bread. Finally I went back to the room, hugging tightly and trying to close my eyes, remembering that all day eating and drinking only once a day. Since teaching the two Caucasians, I rarely shop or cook. Because I always have lunch there.
The morning streets were still wet with the rest of the rain last night. The morning sun shines brightly making the air warm. Some merchants peddle their wares on the side of the road. There are fruits, meat, fish, tofu, tempeh and an assortment of vegetables. This Tanjung Market never looks deserted. Even six o'clock like now is still crowded. I parked my motorcycle, and then I stopped in front of the fruit dealer. After you finish shopping. The taste is not complete if you have not bought snacks (snacks), tofu fill, fried bananas and warm fresh tea. When the stomach starved since last night, I decided to eat more food.
“Know the contents are ten seeds,” I said while reaching for money in my pocket. “Teh warmed it was one glass. So how much is it?”
“eight thousand”
I give fifteen thousand. “The return, just take”
The seller nodded and smiled. It's almost nine in the morning. Still a buyer. Sometimes the seller is embarrassed. I feel good when I help people. The sustenance we receive, not all of it becomes private property. Some of it belongs to people in need. That is the principle that the late father often taught.
“What can not be less?” ask a girl when choosing a cloth on the roadside.”fifty thousand ya?”
“Wah yo loss mbak. It was fifty-five thousand” said the cloth seller.
The girl was still trying to bargain. His face desperately looked at the fifty thousand in hand.
My steps are approaching him. “Take it, let me pay”
“Mister?” tanyanya. “What's here?”
I shakes no flinch. After handing over fifty-five thousand money to the seller. Quickly left him. My feet moved quickly towards the parking lot. ‘Jeez, what have I done earlier?’ I'm in my heart. The mind wrestled at the scene just now. Help the girl again, ah why should she? I ask myself many times and have no answer. I don't know him very well anyway. I only watched him when he was in college. The rest is not specific observation.
***
Tomorrow, the afternoon hours are very slow. My eyes are unbearable. The weight and the view on the laptop screen has begun to decrease. In a moment, go to class. I want to go home and rest. Looks like it should be delayed because Amir is having some business. I automatically handle this course.
“Quick take out your stationery” my command while sharing some question sheets. “Today Mr. Amir is not coming. Finish and collect.” immediately
The students were working on the matter without sound. Solved for first-graders of Junior High School is not so complicated. Less than twenty minutes. They finished their work and went home. Don't forget I closed and locked the gate of the course.
“Devi..?” manyu aghast. “You surprised me. What's up?”
The girl just looked down. Occasionally sobbing. The backpack looks heavy on his back. He also did not carry a bicycle.
“Where is your bike?”
There's no answer.
“well, if you don't want to answer. And still crying. Just keep going, but now I have to go”
“Wait sir...” said slowly. And his hand grabbed my arm. “I need to talk..
Finally, my hand opened the turnstile again and we talked on the porch. Devi told me about the problem. More precisely a family issue. Both of her parents are planning a divorce. And now his mother is no longer in this city. His face was pale and gloomy. The issue also stopped.
“What can I do for you?”
“Nothing. Thank you for your time”
“No problem, if you need friend.
“But Mister never texted or picked up my phone”
“Busy,” my answer is short. “It's been night you better go home”
He shook his head and tightened the small, smooth fingers on my fingers. Skin's cold. He needs a friend and something that can make him comfortable. Family matters are none of my business, but this time I feel sorry to see them.
“What's your plan?”
“I want to go to Banyuwangi to see my mother. And will not return”
“How about your father?”
“I don't care”
I put my arm on his shoulder. “Whatever has been your parents' decision. Accept and face. Now go home to your father. Give them time until things improve”
“I don't want to live with a selfish and abusive father” his whine is spoiled.
“Your father is rude because indeed you are always troublesome and noisy,” I said slowly. “this time you have to listen to me, change and become a tough person.”
He looked at me fixedly. His eyes are red and red. Then nodded slowly and let go of his fingers. “But Mister promised yes, pick up my phone even if only briefly. Don't forget to reply to my sms also”
“Iya. Let me drive home”
All the way home. Both of his hands were around my waist. And his head rests on his back. Her lips are closing in my ears, “Thank you, I will always count on you.”
This breath held for a moment. Hear his words. That's the innocence of teenage girls. Weak, dull and helpless. I hate this situation. That sound gave me the creeps. As a teacher, my job is not only to teach but also to educate. So that he has the attitude and character. There's a little bit of pride, being a person that's always been relied on. But it's not something.
Motor stop in front of the black color fence. A thick-moustached man opened the gate with a probing and questioning look. His eyes were like a starving eagle. Ready to hit the victim.
We got off the motorcycle immediately. A friendly and polite greeting. There's no answer. Devi looked at me and nodded slowly. Then go to his yard.
“Not. I am Purwaka, tutor at smart English”, I replied carefully.
His face turned grimly into a single smile.”Ngapunten Sir. Monggo pinarak”
“Matur nuwun. Sampun dalu kulo pamit rumiyen” said I was polite and started to lead the bike out of the fence.
My mind is a little worried about Devi. I know him very well. She's a confident and intelligent girl. When he felt bad, he became weak. His fiery war could be extinguished. Cowering and approaching me. My expectations are not much, hopefully he can become more mature and strong. Divorce is a disaster for children. No wonder many children are frustrated, lost direction, lack of confidence and crybaby. But time goes on, inevitably, ready not ready, broken home victims must be able to mature faster. Blaming your parents or yourself, it will be useless and will not mean anything.
***
Devi's ingenuity is worth considering. Starting from the appearance and behavior. His hair straight unraveled long and neat. So her skin also became smoother and white. Including the way she dresses. She used a knee-length dress with flowers. Thin rubs also adorned his face. It looks like he's mature and I need to test him. Was the change in him purely due to his desire? Or he did everything to please me.
He never complained about his poor life again. Even though the attitude remains.
Tonight this week after payday from sir
Solar. I went straight to Gramedia. After paying at the cashier and going down to the first floor. Cell phone's ringing. The name Devi.
“Iya, soon I go there” I replied and turned off the phone.
The girl wanted me to meet her in the square. Oh, my God is ridiculous. Every monday - Friday afternoon, we always meet at the course. Not to forget every night he also sms and calls. I think it's all pretty close. Then what else does he want?
“Cepet really nyampe. Just a few minutes I called.”the call was sparkling
“It just so happened to be in gramedia. What's up?”
“Tomorrow I want to see my mother,” she replied calmly. “My father also bought a train ticket.”
“Well, take care and greetings for your mother”
“We will go together”
“Means?”
“Iya, we. Me and Mister are going to Banyuwangi tomorrow.”
“I can't come, tomorrow there's business”
“But I told you with dad, that we're going with”
“You can go by yourself. Jember - Banyuwangi not too far”
Silent. I refused to open the conversation. My hunch is that in a few minutes the girl next to me will sulk or act up. We sat on the park bench. A couple of lovers passed by. Some families and small children were running.
“Mister already have a girlfriend what not?”
“Not yet. Because there is no matching”
“Mister likes women like what?”
Deg. I finally answered my guess all along. Devi made a change not because of herself. Except to get something. Basic lady. I hate types like this. Just like politicians. Try to look your best to get something.
“Kok unanswered?” tanyanya.
“So I haven't thought about it”
He knelt down and grabbed both of my hands. “I want to be Mister's girlfriend?”
I shook my head and laughed. “Well, good acting. Let me take you home.”
“I'm serious. My chest often dag dig dug when I meet Mister. Moments together like this, make my life feel complete”
“How much was your toefl value yesterday? Has it reached the value of 600?”
“Do not 600. I've got 400 not reached yet. “Eh, but. Why suddenly ask about value?”
“If you have reached the value of 600, you can say your life feels complete.”
“I promise I will try hard. I love you Mister Purwaka.”
“To get satisfactory value. One must proceed through study and practice. Likewise with LOVE, it is not as easy as it is expressed. There must be a process.”
“Then Mister ajarin process LOVE”
“No. Devi you're my student. As a teacher, I only care about sometimes worrying about the things that happen to you. Don't misinterpret my treatment all this time.”
“What's because I'm not an adult?”
“Adult or not yet it is not a size. It's just I don't feel anything”
“We can try it. Over time Mister must have liked me. Just need a little time. Yes, I will soon graduate High School.”
Really stubborn and troublesome. Situations I don't like. Without speaking, I quickened my pace and left him. How could my guess a few minutes ago be real. God, this is really a bad thing. My treatment has been misinterpreted all along. Accepted and infused with ridiculous thoughts. The helpless teenager was indulging in the madness that he easily called love. Devi's crazy about me. So embarassing!