Dear, My'Eve
LET IT FLOW ACCORDING TO WHAT GOD WANTS

The burning and sad feeling was in a timeline, just like throwing Aisya's body away, not the drowsiness that now attacked Aisya, but the more guilt he was, he was avoiding as much as possible, but how many times did he try if indeed the owner of the day already wants what can he do?

"Only the Almighty Throws the hearts of men."

Aisya frowned so deeply even though her eyes were protected by the hijab, the sun this morning was quite glare, suitable for sunbathing for people with wet lungs, and also for those with wet lungs, all sunbathe single hearts that are cold without the embrace of a lover.

He stood up to form a blue army with classmates, not for paskibraka let alone ngantri sembako in the district. Sports lessons this time is gymnastics in the room with the handsome hair-climbed hair-climbed mister A to the Sep, Asep.

Adrian pushes the speakers and the music player with Dean from the direction of the facilities room towards the field, they are quite careful when crossing the road that is quite rough fear if this school equipment is damaged by it, because of it, the ones that are asked to replace later.

"Snugg---" like pushing cars, both of them playing towards Asep sir and other friends in the field, making others laugh with the action of both.

"God, a less happy childhood!" asep added to his protege, Aisya's classmate.

"What is happier in your childhood?" ask Gista.

"Happy at all, your childhood was filled with *bagja*...."

"Father name Asep Subagja, his idol Ricky Subagja, uh dapet wife Rini Sumringah!" answer the teacher, coach the finalists *bobodoran* this level of Bandung city.

"Loh, isn't the father's wife Rini Sutinah?" ask Ayu. Retno and Aisya spouted out a laugh, following another friend, "the father, the name of the wife is written!"

"Ah, Ayu mah.pake open the card," said Mr. Asep.

Aisya smiled, during school here she never knew grief, always got friends, teachers were so fun. Enjoy what else he denies. Unlike in most novel stories that he often read, where colleagues will stay away from the main character and become sycophants of students who money is also famous, too, likewise, arrogant teachers can be bribed with material, far away! From life. Here all blend in, although like Komang Ayu who is not Muslim, he is still treated the same.

"Sir, where is this? Where's colokin?" ask Dean.

"Colokin to your idung! Yes, to the terminal! Passing through the lab room, "appoint Mr. Asep to point to the closed room next to the field.

Swivel terminal cable extended and both entered guided by Asep sir, Aisya only noticed at a glance while still dispelling the sun by turning eastward, until he automatically crossed with MIPA 2, MIPA, the class where Ernest studied. From the outside and the cracks of the window were visible, it seemed that the class still had no teacher, as it showed the hustle and bustle in the classroom.

When Aisya was still watching, though not too carefully, suddenly the door opened from the inside and some of his students came out casually rich on the beach.

One of them was the young man who had overhauled her last night by sending Aisya a good night's cantilever, as Aisya lowered her face to take her eyes away from there. Don't let Ernest know if he's there, if you want today to be peaceful.

Unmitigated, Aisya had even flipped right his body with a single jolt, but too late, Ernest's eyes were so observant and alert, as if his love radar was so strong it caught an SOS signal from Aisya.

"Nest, follow her Upie. It's a lot noisier if it's allowed, it's also the time to enter..."

Ernest's attention was not to his friend who was talking but to the white veil girl in the field, the girl who was the diversion of his world at this time.

"Lo follow up, I have an emergency!" the answer is a smile. Chef thawed, if the goddess amore had acted another mah considered a mask mon yet. Diliat but not digubris.

"Eccupy heart?" shoot Chef.

"Ck, that's right!" ernest replied, he immediately ran towards the field joining the MIPA 1 class students even though he was the most different among them.

"Sok ready! Hands out! Tidy up!" mr. Asep started to turn on the music and stood in front.

Aisya and her friends focused towards Asep sir.

"Asik rocked sir!" shouted Dean, Adrian and others exclaimed, making the atmosphere instantly rowdy when Mr. Asep started the dance, although not as great and a zumba instructor.

Aisya is at the very edge of the back row. While he was moving following the movements of Mr. Asep, his body was nudged sweet someone like a gangster in the DPR building.

He can't help but look, "ck!" His eyebrows raised to meet a handsome young man who smiled broadly rich again close up.

"Nemenin gymnastics angel," he replied whispering bees. Believe Ernest's grin makes Aisya blush and reflexes pat her shoulders, just look at the free movement of Ernest style away from their movements all let alone Asep sir. He even moves to dance like a professional dancer, even joget laughingly just the child tk.

Aisya laughed when she saw how absurd Ernest was, Aisya's laughter suddenly became the spotlight of all the eyes in the room, all pairs of eyes caught the young man who was in gymnastics as well as a pair of different uniforms, he said, Aisya smothered her mouth.

"Cieee!"

"Uhuyy Aisha, Ernest!"

"Nest" said a boyfriend who knew Ernest.

"Eh! Uh! Uh! What is this, who are you, you are MIPA 1 class right?! Where's your uniform?" asked Asep sir shouting from the front, his steps approached the calm Ernest without any fear.

"Cie Ai--wiw!" senggol Retno and Ayu teased, Aisya silently shriveled in place.

"Eh, you're not an MIPA 1 student, you're si-Ujang, right?!" the index finger of Mr. Asep pointed to sway towards Ernest guessing, he forgot to remember even though Ernest was the son of someone who had influence in this school, Ernest is also an outstanding student in both academic and non-academic fields.

"Bwahaha!"

"What a goddamn father, this is Ernest sir!" another friend exclaimed, Aisya poked her lips firmly.

"Ah, the father. What about sir, Ernest's name is Ujang!" cebik Ernest won't take it.

"Yes Ujang, Ujang Ernest Pradiawan?!" errativeness.

"Ngga use ujang, father!" rebuttal Retno laughs Gista. Just now he was taken by Asep sir, a hand with a gold watch and a gold ring tapped into Ernest's ear, "the impression of MIPA 2 students is less than one, stuck here it turns out!"

Aisya increasingly grimaced to see Ernest dijewer bu Upie.

"Oh ma'am, don't be picked up!"

Laughter echoed back in the room and in Ernest's class, which became the stove, "jewer aja ma'am! The ears are removed!" yelled at those in the class.

"Sports morning ma'am, let the body be healthy!" his alibi.

"Sports your teeth, come in! ! Not ready to join OSN even act!"

Ernest glanced at Aisya, "later on!" the movement of his lips is so clearly equipped with hand movements that form a telephone handle.

"Aihhhh, it turns out that there are people who like dong phones," Ayu whispered to Retno making the person being insinuated tick, "what the heck!" ketusnya with bubbling cheeks and face flushed with embarrassment. Aisya's gaze was still towards Ernest's class where at once the class that was being held by Upie's bu was suddenly boisterous and the field was again quiet from laughter.

"We continue!" tell Mr. Asep.

"Mom, can I pinch Aisya for a second?!" a teacher pops his head against the classroom door.

"Oh yes please. Aisha,"

A sweet nod and in being an answer and permission from Aisya, he followed the beautiful ma'am.

"What's wrong mom?" tanya Aisya open the sound of the article rarely he is called this way, especially Miss Indah is the tutor of the OSN team candidates.

Ms. Indah commented on the smile, "engga, just wanted to be given a letter to be signed by parents. The school and school donors decided to facilitate children who want to participate in the OSN selection to visit the IPTEK center in Jakarta, he said so that later more full of ammunition knowledge, calm down for free. Take the name of the school" replied Mrs Indah.

Aisya nodded and flashed a smile, at least the tour made anyone happy, let alone the word FREE in it.

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Note :

* happy (sundanese language)

*bobodorant: Lawak/stand up comedy.