Hay Pak Teacher
The Part 19

"Lo's dating Alvi sir?"

Deg, that baritone voice, he knows her very well, that's Azka's voice.

He turned around and found Azka leaning against the door leaf of class XII Ipa 3. He swallowed his hard-pressed saliva, when he saw Azka's intimidating gaze, walking towards her. Time seemed to slow down, everything around him felt slow moting.

"Azka." the parrot.

Azka sat down on the table right in front of Salsa who was also nervous.

"Lo's dating Alvi sir?" repeat Azka while putting her thumb in her gray pants pocket.

He swallowed his saliva again then nodded.

Azka's breath was heard after she got a call from him. Perhaps disappointed in his confession.

"When and why?" azka intro with a low but frightening voice in her ears. This is Azka's new best friend, not her other cousin. Does anyone else have a male cousin? should anything be careful? But on the other hand she is also happy because she is treated like a queen.

"A few days ago." He looked up trying to look at Azka who was now throwing a look of disappointment at him. Not disappointed because of what.

"Lo crazy Al? he's our teacher. Does He not understand you? or is he taking you? Tell me, let the cave solve everything!" Azka.

He complained, not allowing the word Azka. He was not forced to do anything else threatened by Mr. Alvi, this is his own will, and more stupidly, because he wanted to get involved with the matter of Mr. Alvi, he also did not know why he did this.

"Then?" tanya Azka was full of search.

"Gue loves her" she replied straightforwardly.

Oh mygood, how much do he care about the same Mr Alvi to be willing to lie in front of Azka that he loves the om-om?

She thought Azka would be angry or whatever, but she wasn't. Azka just raised her hand and then spread her shoulder.

"Gue give it up when it comes to love." Azka laughed wryly as she glanced at Salsa . "Love can't be forced, right? I'm just asking you to promise me, it won't cry just because of men."

"Promise." he said cheerfully.

He can be relieved, one problem is finished, just a discussion with Mr. Alvi so that Grandpa Farhan's wishes are not fulfilled.

"If that happens, the man is exhausted in my hands..or Samuel perhaps?" Azka sneered cunningly at him.

The name Samuel was mentioned, making his hair bristled, he tried to put a blank face as possible towards Azka.

"Don't tell anyone about this! plis." he weld put his hands together in front of his chest. "What's the same Bang El."

Azka lifted the corner of her lips. "Lo's sure Samuel doesn't know about this?" again the head of the Avegas gang smirked to make him crackle.

"The two are his best friends, never able to guess the contents of the head even his plan. You know for yourself he's a quiet player, no one will know what he's planning."

"Not yet to help him know, so you have to promise me."

"Yes I promise I won't tell Samuel, but Rayhan can dong." Azka raised her eyebrows trying to tease him.

"Don't tell Rayhan, he'll tease me." he pouted.

"Keenan?"

"So, he's my best brother, always my will."

Before leaving Azka took the time to look at Salsa who was busy with her cellphone.

"Sal, come home with me!"

Salsa. "Gue went home with Rio."

"Greetings to Rio, thanks for taking care of my soul mate" Azka said then disappeared behind the door.

***

Not only Alana who tried to prevent this wedding plan, but also Alvi who had previously made plans and also various reasons. The middle of trying to convince Farhan's grandfather that the two of them are not suitable. Like this time in Farhan's grandfather's nursery.

He deliberately went home early to meet Farhan's grandfather, and breathed a little because he was no longer lying on the cage, but sitting on the sofa. That means Farhan's grandfather's condition is getting better.

"Alvi did not want to marry Kek!" emphatically.

"Why not? aren't you guys dating?"

"Dear Uncle Farhan, dating isn't necessarily married, and I don't think Alana's the right partner for Alvi." Alvi tried to hold back her anger so as not to explode in the face of the stubbornness of this grandfather. Even now he no longer called Farhan's grandfather, grandfather.

"She's a beautiful and loving girl, what else are you looking for Ndo?"

"He is different from Alvie. Alvi doesn't like sloppy girls like her."

"Grandfather knows you and Alana are different. You are almost perfect, everyone admits you are handsome, smart and will soon reach for the master glass. But you forget that there are still flaws. And your flaws are Alana's advantages." Grandpa Farhan was still firm with his election.

He smiled with disdain. "What does Alvi not have, and has the careless girl? I don't think there is." he said arrogantly.

Grandpa Farhan laughed back at him, resuscitating his fragile back to the back of the sofa. "He has warmth."

"Warmth?" her paro

"The warmth you never had. The warmth that is able to melt the walls of ice that is very cocoa in you. That's why grandpa wanted her to come with you."

"Alvi doesn't need warmth, and Alvi doesn't want to get married! we are different from anything."

"Grandfather give you three days to find a reason why you can't be together." Farhan's grandfather finally gave in to him.

"Three days? all right, Alvi will prove that we both don't have a match."

For him to find a reason to refuse this marriage is very easy. Age that is far away is the main reason.

***

Time for sports hours for class XII Ipa 1 is taking place in the middle of the field. The girls in the village played badmintoon, and the boys played basketball, making the girls neatly lined up on the sidelines.

Alana and Salsa were in the line to watch their cousins play basketball, and there was Azka. I don't know Azka class is not clear, her name and bag are in class XII Ipa 3, but her body is in class XII Ipa 1 is indeed an exemplary student.

"Sir Alana!" call a girl while patting her on the shoulder, perhaps because the cheers on the sidelines keep her from hearing the call.

He closed his ears and shouted a little. "Why?"

"Sir Alvi called brother, told to leave the room now!" his class was screaming.

"Why what?"

"Says there's an assignment for sister's class." replied the underclassman and passed away.

"Tasks?" beonyas.

He patted Salsa on the shoulder and stood up. "Gue to the teacher's room bentar" she was replied by Salsa.

Along the way his brain kept asking questions. The assignment? mr Alvi? why her? why not the class president or the class secretary?

...TBC...

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