Crush On You's
Arkan
Part 6's
After the new school year. Registration in skinny place starts to open. Some SD, SMP and High School students began to arrive. English in Indonesia including foreign languages is reasonable interest quite a lot. English itself is one of the National Exam subjects.
Miss Azizah and her colleague, Smart English admin is busy taking notes and explaining to new students. Related to the division of classes and some programs from the institution.
I put the certificate on the admin table,”It's done, just paste the photo and stamp”
“I'll paste his photo”
My eyes threw a glance around the room. Amir, Miss Sofia and Miss Silvi have not arrived. “What time is the meeting?”
“Later five o'clock in the afternoon, all class” divisions answered calmly. While his hands were busy looking for something in the drawer. “Mister bring Stamps?”
“Yes,” my hand picked up the object in question in the bag. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the work is not too much. I helped put a stamp on the certificate. I pulled out a chair and sat not far from the admin desk. There was a strange sound. I close my eyes to make sure.
“Excuse me, I want to apply for a job,” he said slowly. “English teacher position.”
“Shortly yes mbak. I read the CV first,” said Miss Azizah. “Asmarani Clear. What semester?”
Hearing that name, it made me flinch and turn my head. “Bening..is that you?”
“Sorry, I'm not applying here.” Clear grabbed back the brown envelope and walked out without speaking again.
“Hei..wait!” I shouted after him to the fence.
He didn't look or stop. Keep walking fast like a train. Cross the road and stop near the stop.
“You didn't even greet me. Why not apply?”
“Nothing,” Both of his eyes looked at me for a while and looked down again. Her hands vibrate squeezing brown color envelopes, “Excuse me, I have to go. Good Afternoon.” The war is timid, doubtful and fearful. Very mannered. So is his mediocre appearance.
My memory goes back to when I told him to teach a class. And some time ago when accidentally met in the market. Nasty and sweet little. ‘Bening, hope you get a job’ lirihku soon.
***
I no longer live in Amir's house. A decision I have made. I managed to rent a small house for the next three years. Bumi Kaliwates Housing, not far from the campus where I teach. The atmosphere is calm and beautiful. Many green plants grow in the yard. There is a living room, two bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom. There is no furniture in the living room. Only a table and a bed in the room. It just so happens to be the owner of the house. It is no longer used he said. The kitchen is also empty. That means I have to work even harder to buy the little furniture I need.
I lay myself in bed. I pull the blanket up to my neck. I've lived here a week. Slightly shuddered as I recalled my sister's words. Where siblings are like strangers. The words that came out of his mouth were so painful. ‘Basic benalu,’ ya mbak Fira says it. For months I had to swallow the pain. Until finally now can breathe freely and calmly.
Eight o'clock at night. The sound of the door being knocked. I got off the bed. Walk into the living room and open the door.
“Assalamualaikum, there is a woman looking for sampean?,” asked Mr RT. “Name Safira. Says from Sidoarjo.”
“Waalaikumsalam, yes sir him my brother”
“Ya already if so, I just told you to come here”
The man with the mustache is gone. This house is facing RT. So it's pretty quiet if anyone wants to visit. Wait, Fira's mom is here. What was?
“Oh so this is where you live,” he said cynically as he stepped into the living room. “Saddening. But I think it really suits you.”
“What do you need?”
The woman took out a blank paper and a pen. “Quick signature here. I'll sell the house of the father.”
“No.” I looked away.
Plaque!!! Hard slap landed on my cheek.”How dare you challenge me. Well, if that's your will. You won't get anything. Basic useless.”
Look out the window. No intention to respond to it. It is a pity, to find no way to be happy, other than to make others miserable. The sound of her footsteps coming out of the house. Power is poisoning his mind.
I chose to be quiet and not tell anyone about it. Including mother or other siblings. Let all this pass by itself. It felt like I was now free from the burden that sometimes poisoned my mind. Fira's mom must hate me. But it was his own choice. Father's heritage house should not be sold, because the mother can still occupy it.
***
A thick-bodied man walked towards my desk. Mr. Slamet's name, he's a security guard at this college. The war is firm and rigid.
“Good day, there is a letter for you” he said put a letter on the table.
“Thanks’’
After Mr. Slamet left the room. I said, Miss Laras has been watching me ever since. Curious about the contents of this letter, of course. Not usually I get a special letter, I mean a letter with a yellow envelope with flowers motifs like today. This is clearly not an official letter.
I keep the letter in my pants pocket. My hand felt in my pocket. Damnit damnit! I should have brought eye drops. Sunlight outside is hot enough to bounce off the second floor later.
“Sedang looking for something?” ask Bu Laras to investigate.
“It looks like I forgot to bring it. And that thing is very important” I replied lightly.
The woman put a small thing on my desk. Things I need. “What can this help?”
“How can this thing be on you?”
“Well, the story is long. Just take it, I know you need it, ”. His eyes looked around. The room is quiet, some other lecturers must have entered the class.”Dinner with me at 7 o'clock.”
“with my pleasure.
The owner of the honey pinastika smile was blushing. More beautiful and adorable. But I had to leave him to teach. During my teaching, my mind was curious about the letter. While the students are doing. I immediately ripped off the tip of the envelope. My hands were shaking and sweating. At the fold of the paper was fifty-five thousand. The content of the letter is like this if it is translated in Indonesian.
I don't want to owe anyone. Thank you, for helping me. In the market a few months ago, I had no money. And now I give that money back. Please accept, because that is your right.
Your student,
Bening Asmarani.
I kept the letter back. It's a sass. My intention was purely to help him without expecting anything in return. It seemed like the girl could not understand where pure help was and where it was debt. So outrageous.
The crane!!! The bell made me flinch. After ending the lesson. I came out feeling unbecoming. And this can't be allowed. Next class, fifth semester. When we arrived at the class, there was no hospitality. My mood is bad. I shared the paper with them, “write your name, make 3 or four paragraph. Describe someone most interesting in your opinion ”
They talk to each other. Not paying attention to me at all. Noisy little rowdy. Apparently this theme, makes their imagination run uncontrollably.
“Any question?”
Quiet and quiet. None of them raised their hands to ask.
I looked at their faces one by one. Some smile to themselves. They seem to be imagining and dissolving. However, there was one quiet and flat female student throwing a glance out the window. Occasionally he opened an oxford dictionary pocket in front of him. Then his hand began to write carefully.
His sitting position is calm. His clothes are the same as yesterday. White shirt and a knee-length black skirt. Simple and ordinary. He looks tired on his face. His lips were tightly locked.
I was not far from him. It felt like he was eager to reprimand her regarding the letter. No, but not for this second. It's in class, and he's studying.
“Five minutes again. Finished or not, immediately collect in front of” my orders to them.
Their work piles up at the table. One by one I put them in the map. Everyone left the class, except for Bening. I don't know what he's doing with flipping through books like that.
“Hi..you,” I shout firmly. “Can you help me, bring this to my office.”
He's coming closer. Still with head down,”yes sir..”
“You hurt my feeling..!” This time we faced each other. “I purely wanted to help you yesterday. So don't feel like you owe. ” Money 55 thousand I put on the map he brought. “Enter this money on amal” box
His eyes glanced at me and bowed back. Face pale. Unmoved. Sweat flooded his forehead. And he stepped out of the room.
I didn't let him get away with it. Immediately I quickened my steps to walk next to him. Not until the heart sees him so frightened. Miserable and sad. But it makes me better. His calm demeanor did not waver at all, even when I was next to him. “Do you have a job?”
“Sudah’’
‘’Where?’’
‘’Di TK's. For her afternoon teaching English at her home Bu Sakinah.”
“Bu Sakinah maths lecturer?”
“True mister. He opened a study club for students from Kindergarten, Elementary School and Junior High School, I happen to teach English”
She is an English Teacher. Not bad's. That's the conclusion of today's statement. We split up near the lecturer room. I stood up and my eyes were on him. Up in the distance, he turned his head and smiled politely with a nod.
***
I looked at myself in the mirror. Observe the clothes that are attached at this time. Just plain, casual and polite. My face does not fall into the category of handsome and attractive. The more the day becomes more and more taper. The phone vibrated, a message from Bu Laras.
The streets also look very quiet. I tuck the pink red rose in my jacket pocket. My heart ripples. Maybe it means something. Hope so. My bike stopped in front of the white gate.
Women wearing knee-length plain dresses without arms stood up and smiled. “Come in,” sapanya friendly.
“flower for beautiful woman,” My eyes blink and give flowers. Bu Laras without using a hijab looks beautiful. “What are you, stay here?”
“No. This is my cousin's house. He just happens to be out of town. So I'm free to use it.”
We went into the living room. Then to the dining room. Some candles are on the table. Western food and a few drinks. “Well, do you usually also invite Bayu in this way?” I dig and observe his movements.
“Sometimes” She starts filling my plate.”Hope you like the food”
No talk while we eat. Sometimes looking at each other and smiling. After dinner she offers tea and relax in the living room. He was sitting right next to me. “Maybe I will leave Bayu.”
“No. And never do that.”
“Well, it seems like the air here is too hot,” complains lazy and lock the view towards me
Every inch on his face was interesting to watch. My beautiful eyes refused to turn. Cold sweat was flooding my body. ’Does he want to make love to me?’ whispered in my heart. The question continues to lie.
“Ah yes!” I started to catch my breath. “Looks like I should go”
Ms. Laras led me to the gate.
Once at home. Soon I took off my jacket and filled the bathtub. Oh my God, what am I thinking? Looks like something happened. I feel it, yes I feel it. Comfort, beauty and all. Larasati should get out of my mind immediately. Something beautiful is only to be seen but not to be owned. He belongs to my friend.
Seriate...
with my pleasure...” – with pleasure.
Bening...is that you?”- Bening..are you?
You hurt my feeling..!”- You hurt my feelings...!
She is an English Teacher. – She (Pr) is an English teacher