DAD'S CHOICE OF MATE
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It didn't feel like I was in college for two weeks, and I was going back to the village for a little while. I feel sad because my mom is not in my day anymore.

Monday is the day where the happiness of my friends_classmates is especially special. While I'm where to hold the shame. How not, Monday is the schedule to teach Mr. Arsyad in my class.

I deliberately came this morning_morning because I was afraid Mr. Arsyad would report to papa if I like to be late. By the time I got to campus, my school parking was already crowded and I saw my average classmate's motorbike, I can guess why they all came quickly because today is right at 08.00 Arsyad sir who will teach in my class, they all want to be said to be diligent children.

I walked towards the faculty, I similarly s’t see that the person walking beside me is Mr. Arsyad. He did not take words out of his mouth, he just passed by.

I immediately went up and looked for the room where I was studying today. I forgot to look at my schedule before I left. I tried calling Wiwi’ but he didn't pick up my phone. I was confused as to who I asked about my room today, I was so confused and a little embarrassed if for example Mr. Arsyad had entered the room earlier than me.

I tried to open the rooms one by one on the third floor. I have opened two rooms and I have no one I know in any of them. For the third time, I tried to open it with confidence that for this time I was not in the wrong room anymore. I then opened it while reading basmalah, but before I opened it suddenly Mr. Arsyad came and asked “ This room right.?” he said, pointing to the room I wanted to open. With my confidence, I also answered “iya pak” although previously I have not proven that this room is my room. I said basmalah in my heart and immediately opened the door and said hello. Mr. Arsyad is behind me. I went in and saw Wiwi’ sitting pretty in the front seat. There was actually an empty seat next to Wiwi’ that he purposely vacated for me, but I passed that chair and chose to sit in the back next to my male friends_friends.

Mr. Arsyad immediately put his black backpack next to the bottom of the table and he sat down. Mr. Arsyad immediately started his class because he thought last week was an introduction. He began by reading the basmalah and then giving greetings. Not forgetting he asked all of us, friends also eagerly answered simultaneously with a very good answer. Mr. Arsyad seemed to be in the spirit of seeing all his students so excited this morning.

After that, he immediately complains. When my name was mentioned I just raised my hand, but he didn't see me. He immediately told me to move forward next to Wiwi’, saying he did not hear my voice. In my heart said “ yes how can he hear my voice if indeed I do not sound”.

He began his studies soon after everything was asben. One question he raised about his material for today, but not as good as answering it. Actually I know the answer to the question, but I am ashamed to answer it because I am afraid of being wrong, because my understanding of Tenses is lacking. I'm sure that some of my friends _some knew him better than I did, but no one dared to answer him. After several times he asked that question even he wrote it down on Whiteboard but no one answered it. Until finally Mr. Arsyad saw me and mentioned my name in full. Princess Anindia Hasan what do you know about Tenses, how many Tenses have you learned. I was a little surprised when my name he said, what I was bowing to immediately raised my head and I accidentally saw it and he immediately raised both eyebrows, I salting a little. I thought for a moment that Mr. Arsyad was really doing papa's orders to make me talk a lot in class. I also asked for clarity on the question. After he explained his point, I answered him according to my ability. In each of my answers he always raises new questions_questions, but Alhamdulillah all I answered even though my answer is not perfect.

Friends_my friends are all envious to see me because I can answer all questions Mr. Arsyad. He asked for another opinion from my friend_friend. Wiwi’ who sat beside me incessantly asked, I don't know what answer I will tell him. I saw all my answers on the Whiteboard that Mr. Arsyad wrote and there was one that I forgot to mention. I also immediately tell Wiwi’. Wiwi raised her hand with the intention of wanting to slightly add an answer from my answer. After Wiwi spoke, Mr. Arsyad immediately explained the answer I called and also the additional answer from Wiwi’. It seemed that he was not satisfied with my answer, but I had already tried to answer his question.

After his explanation was done, he gave us five minutes of time for practice and after it was done he asked him to write his answer on Whiteboard. While I was writing, he came in front of me and saw my work. There were some that he corrected but he told me how to justify it.

Five minutes had passed, he immediately told me to first write down the answer, then continued by my other friends_friend.

After everything was answered, there were some answers from my friends _friends that he corrected because it did not match what he explained earlier.

He also returned to explain because there are still many of my friends_temn who do not understand the material today. My friends _is seriously watching him while nodding _nothing his head, that's a sign that they understand. After completion, Mr. Arsyad immediately ended his class for today and then quit.

After Mr. Arsyad came out, my friends_friends all on giving me congratulations because today I managed to make Mr. Arsyad amazed me. I just responded to them with a smile without anything I said.

I have proved to Mr. Arsyad that what he told papa is not true. I could be more than what you told Mr. Arsyad even though I was embarrassed and scared at first.

I stayed in my seat with Wiwi, while some of my friends _is out, where they went, only about seven people who lived in the class including me and Wiwi’. I am joking with Wiwi without regard to the people around me. Suddenly the sound of greeting that sounded so soft and friendly, I immediately stopped my chandelier with Wiwi’ I turned to the door and a beautiful woman who was standing there with a face that was so radiant and still a little syar’i. He's asking about our major, and his college eyes now. Arwin as the level leader in my class answered his question.

The beautiful woman came in and put her bag on the table as she threw her smile at all of us.

Put, is he our lecturer, beautiful.? Wiwi Whisper.

Yes Wi’ pretty match same sir Arsyad, hihi’... My whisper to Wiwi’.

My whisper made Wiwi's face pout a little.

Joking around Wi’ do not pout donk, later Arsyad sir does not want to be the same you if you like to pout. It was my conversation that made Wiwi smile again.

The beautiful woman was busy with her phone. Arwin immediately went out and called friends_friends who have not entered. A few moments later they came one by one. They each sat in their place. The woman immediately started the class for today by saying her regards. We answered him with such enthusiasm. Our warmth made the woman smile again. She immediately introduced herself, her name was so beautiful and nice to hear and also touched the heart because her name was very Islamic as with her person. Her name is Zahra Zulkaiyah Zuhran, called Miss Kiy’ she alumni S1 at this Campus as well and S2nya Schoolarship in Canada. He told me about his experiences during his time as a student. The story is not much different from my story when I first want to go to college if it is told, he is a child of one_one and also a spoiled child just like me, he said that there was about a month his mother took part in the first time in college, and almost a month also his day_day was accompanied by tears when his mother had returned home. He was so spoiled more spoiled than I was, but so great was he that he had set foot into the land of men. He gave us a little motivation, he said that “Dream with a state of not sleeping, never try to dream with a state of sleep because your sleep dream will never come true.” That is to join your dreams with effort and prayer, because dreams without both are only wishful thinking for life.”

When one of you is the same as me who can not be far from both parents then that is your process of struggle, try to try to be independent and when you are also among those who like to cry when remembering parents then make the tears as your spirit and motivation. What a tear would mean if it was just wetting your cheeks, just spending a packet of tissue_wrap. Add it with a soft voice with a firm tone.

Her motivational words with her soft voice conveying made us all touched. I just realized that it turns out that indulgence and tears are only a taste of success. The love of our mother will make us weaker.

Miss Kiya’'s time passed by about half an hour just telling her life experience and at the same time motivating us all. It seems like for today he just had a college contract because only today he entered.

Before he went on to the next conversation he had time to ask the lecturer who filled this class before he filled it. Friends_my friends simultaneously answered “Pak Arsyad”, Miss Kiya’ was silent for a moment hearing the name, a few seconds later she asked ”Pak Arsyad Ridwan who graduated from S2nya in Australia .? Yes Miss, that's cute added Wiwi. Miss Kiya’ just smiled hearing Wiwi’'s Answer.

He said, He was very familiar with Mr. Arsyad since the first file management for his schoolarship. We all just know that it turns out that Mr. Arsyad is also a student of shcoolarship in Australia, he was a bit closed so he thought it was not important for us to know, but that we can make it as a motivation, but yes it is. Miss Kiya’ also told me a little about Mr. Arsyad he said he used to be a mainstay student of all lecturers because in addition to his intellectual intelligence he was also diligent and polite. Hearing this statement made me a little touched. Papa did not choose wrong to make him as a substitute for his position later, hmmmdd I am a little sorry to have rejected him three years ago, but yaaa,,,, at that time I was a child. “gumamku“. I still have a chance, he might change his mind to reapply me after I'm done here, but it's still too long, Mr. Arsyad will aging.....I began to admire in my heart Mr. Arsyad.

I was drifting in daydreams back then, to the extent that my name was mentioned three times in absence. If it wasn't Wiwi who yelled at me I'd be the same time not hearing my name. My thoughts are currently fixed on Mr. Arsyad, I am not focusing anymore on the conversation with Miss Kiya’.

“Is my current lecturer going to be my soul mate someday.?” Heart wonders.

Miss Kiya’ is no longer in the room, but I still wave about Mr. Arsyad.

Oh My God, will my soul mate be like that.? the heart wondered more and more. What is with the heart and mind of the moment, O God.

I don't think the people in the room lived a little. While Wiwi’ sitting next to me has not moved the same s’times there has been no sign_sign for him to come out. I felt that Wiwi was looking at me suspiciously. I immediately diverted my mind with food before I got up from my seat because I was afraid of being mistaken with Wiwi’ when I got up while in my mind was still Arsyad sir. Eating will also be my reason later if Wiwi’ asks about what I was imagining earlier even though it is the same s’t make it as an excuse.

I immediately went out and went down through some stairs, when I was downstairs I saw Mr. Arsyad from a distance. I walked quickly to avoid my sight. Good thing Wiwi didn't see it.

I walked to the cafeteria feeling deg_degan. I fear my love for him. Wiwi’ walking with me I imagine as Mr. Arsyad and my delusion makes me a bit of a breakthrough. It was fortunate that Wiwi was unsuspecting when I called her sister. I imagined that I would call my sister to him.

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You're not tired of being friends with this skerewet guy....? ask brother Divan to me while glancing at Wiwi’

I smiled and said that he was a cool friend, I liked to be friends with chatty people because I was a little quiet. Answer me

Wiwi’ is cool but nyebelin. Add kak Divan who seems to be testing Wiwi’ again

She's a bummer but ngangenin I replied while teasing her.

Moments later after Divan did not speak again... Wiwi glanced at him no matter what he meant.

Sis why silent, I would like to be in the bulli. asked Wiwi’ to sis Divan.

Look, she's a bitch, right .? Ask Divan to me

I just smiled, while looking at Wiwi who was still eating. There seems to be something behind their familiarity, I murmured...

Moments later, Divan's friend arrives. He sat next to Divan's brother and asked who he was while looking at me. Divan replied that I was a junior. I smiled at the brother. He's asking me to meet.

Hay, I'm Dion. While extending his hand.

Yes, I am Princess. I answered politely, shaking hands with her.

Anhenya, she won't throw my hand. Until finally Dion's brother's hand was pulled by Divan's brother. I shook my head a little bit at Dion's behavior. Looks like Dion's senior brother the king of zombies. Thought.

Brother Dion began to wonder about me. I suspected that what I was thinking was true. Brother Dion likes to digombal.

I'm just sick of it, so I don't fall victim to it. I called Wiwi’ to leave this place immediately for college reasons

I asked Wiwi’ about the nature of Dion's brother, and it turned out that my mind was right that Dion's brother was indeed the king of the dreadlocks. Wiwi said since High School. Even Wiwi was once a victim. Kak Dion is cool but his work is just dreadful, different from Divan's brother. Kak Divan with a simple face makes the women_women amazed by him. Because in addition to the cuteness is also comfortable in chatting.

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The ringing of my phone made my conversation with Wiwi cut off. My brother called me. He told me to go home quickly because he had some business to do and it took him till night so he sent me to pick Ayla up at his office. I said I'll finish college there.

When I arrived in front of the faculty, Arwin, the chairwoman of my class, told me that the lecturer was not in now. I'm coming home soon and I want to pick up Ayla at her father's office quite far away.

Today Wiwi’ does not carry a motorbike, so I went home the same because it happened to be my sister's office in line with the house of aunt Wiwi he lived in. On the way back I continued my story that was cut earlier.

Wiwi told me that I should be careful with Dion's attitude. Not that I'm a baper, but the fact that Brother Dion wants to be close to me. Just also know his other behavior, make me ilfeel.

My current trip feels close, maybe because I was too cool to talk to Wiwi on the bike. I've entered the hallway of Aunt Wiwi's house. About five minutes drive into the hallway of aunt Wiwi's house from the highway. After Wiwi got off the bike, I immediately went and refused Wiwi's invitation to go into her aunt's house, because I would pick up Ayla.

About fifteen minutes drive from aunt Wiwi's house with my sister's office. When I arrived at my sister's office, I texted her that I was in front of her office. I waited a long time, sms was not reply. I tried to call him but there was no answer.

Maybe he's in a meeting... I muttered,,,

Soon the security guard at the office approached me and asked.

Who is waiting for..?

Oh, yes sir, I want to see Mr. Rifaldi, I'm adeknya.

Please just enter the deck, the room of Mr. Rifaldi is on the second floor of room 07.

Suddenly Rifal's brother came out with Ayla. Oh yes sir I'm not going in, brother I'm out. I said to the security guard.

I immediately met him, and took Ayla. Ayla who looked so tired, and felt sleepy. I say goodbye to Rifal's sister and immediately head to the parking lot holding Ayla's hand.

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I finally got home tired and tired. I immediately went into the room to change clothes while Ayla stayed in the living room while playing her bie doll.

I went out and locked the front door and went back in and watched. The atmosphere on this day is very quiet. It was different yesterday when my mom didn't come home. Ayla seemed to be busy with her toys. To relieve my tiredness, I slept in front of the TV, regardless of Ayla.

About an hour I slept. When I woke up, I saw Ayla sleeping on her toy without a pillow. I immediately moved her to my bed.

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