I Love You My Step Mother
I'm Andrian

A bright morning. Birds chirping each other. With the spirit of four five I was ready to go to school. Opening the car garage. Pushing my pride sport bike to the front of the home page.

On the terrace, looks papa squatting was bathing his beloved Macau bird. Every morning papa routinely clean the bird with the cage. Many of papa's collection birds behind the house that he keeps, has a hobby of ingrained meat.

I approached papa while extending a hand to greet him. "Andrian went to school first, Pa. Assalamu alaikum."

Papa smiled at me. "She be careful on the road."

The helmet is on the head. Get on the bike and start starting. However, papa called out, "Andrian!"

Spontaneously I looked at him quickly. "Later home from school there is something Papa wants to talk to you about and wants to introduce you to someone. You must have known this man." Papa smears a smile. "You don't have any activities, do you after school?" continued.

"Nothing, Pa."

"Yes already. Later Papa wait yes, do not play anywhere because this is important."

"Good, Pa." I nodded with a sign of understanding and then started racing my bike quickly towards school.

***

It's Indonesian language class, my favorite lesson. Another reason is because of the teacher of the subject. I like him.

For some reason, every time he looked at his face made this heart flower. A sweet smile complete with dimples that make my heart pounding unbecoming. Especially if it is close to him, it just makes me amazed.

Miss Alfira, that's how I called her. Why are you so charming? The way you talk, your style, your body gestures everything about you I really like. You're like this self-hypnosis that's always fixated on not turning away from looking at you.

"Dri ... Andrian. Whoa!" whispered the tenement boy who was on my right side managed to destroy my amazed activities to Ms. Alfira. I get lazy, I look at him.

"What's wrong?"

The snot boy was even grimacing. "Lu from earlier dreamt of what? Think of the slob? Hihi."

"Enak aja lo sotoy," I said as he clucked his head in annoyance. It could be that the quail egg of Doni was suiting'udhon so to me. What kind of perverted boy am I?

Doni even grinned the horse. Slowly he put his lips to my ear, about to whisper something. "Gue noticed this for two years, every Indonesian lesson, you look really excited. Different if the same lesson. What do not-don't ...." He hung up the words, "do you like Miss Alfira huh?"

The deg..!

Goddamnit! Why is the guess right? I automatically became misbehaved. This brat! Oh my God, surely now he sees my face that may be flushed like a tomato. If only I could reflect.

I'm scattering the line of sight onto the blackboard. Make no face. "Bi-bi-asa aja ah, what the hell are you?" reply me nervous while I scratch the nape that does not itch.

"Ko you're so nervous, anyway?" I glance at it. Doni looked at me with a probing look. Basic jail!

The doorbell reads, Fortunately I got out of this situation. I rushed to the cafeteria to leave her.

"Wait woooy, with me!" doni yelled at me, but I didn't ignore him .

***

The atmosphere of the canteen is very crowded. After taking the food, I chose a table that looked empty. While I was eating chicken noodles, a girl approached and sat herself next to me.

"Hi, Ka." She greeted me with a cute smile. I smile back.

Siska handed me a bottle of instant coffee. "Make Brother."

I was given something by him again. Also, itung-itung can be free. "Thank you" I said with the best smile.

"Together." Siska looked to be propping up her chin with one hand while looking at me closely. Honestly, I feel uncomfortable.

This chick. It was Fransiska Gumelar. The beautiful girl is the granddaughter of the owner of Gumelar High School. The genk chairman of the 'cecaker' who he says is a collection of fashionable and cool beautiful girls, but the name of his genk is a little absurd in my opinion. You could say she was a popular girl at this school, the bully as well. That said, said Siska's friends like me, but I never care about it alias cute.

I don't know why he gives me something so often. Food, drinks and so on. I always accepted it because I felt bad to refuse. If Siska's friends say it's 'caper' to me, but I'm never sensitive. Want to be sensitive how to try, even if my interest in him does not exist.

"It's to drink." I tried to open the bottle, but it was hard to open. Am I not energized enough? It's a shame to see Siska.

"It's hard isn't it, want help?"

"No, Sis. I can be alone when guys can't, anyway" I said. I heard Siska chuckling softly.

After a few seconds of effort, it finally opened. I sipped a bottle of instant coffee without pause. Hmm, delicious too.

"Sister, are we getting more and more handsome every day?"

"Ohuk!" I coughed. For the umpteenth time he kept praising me, making me a little clumsy.

"Maybe it's fate, haha ...," I laughed blandly.

"Ish, sister can do it. " Siska's two fingers pinched my left cheek slowly.

It's annoying, I don't like being treated like this. With that attitude, as a result, we became the center of attention. I'm grazing a piece.

A moment later, these eyes suddenly sidetracked at the figure I admired. My net catches someone I miss all the time. Who else if not Alfira. He walked past my dinner table somewhere. Been in the mind to follow him.

"Sis, I unplug it first yes, there's something important." My gaze was still fixed on Ms. Alfira's back.

As she was about to move, Siska suddenly clung to my right arm tightly. I snorted at him. "Ko Kaka is gone? where are you going?" Siska looked pouted. My reflex released its grip on my arm.

"There is." Ignoring Siska, I immediately left her. I heard Siska snorting a bit. Is upset? What ever!

After quietly trailing Bu Al, apparently he headed towards the back garden of the school.he sat on a rickety wooden chair under a dense banyan tree. However, his facial expression looked gloomy. What was?

Bu Alfira's gaze seemed empty looking ahead no matter what he thought. Without hesitation, I set this foot on the way to the owner of the heart. Cheese, lebay. Who else if not Alfira.

"Siang Ma'am," I said kindly.

Aware of my presence, Ms. Alfira turned her head. "Oh Andrian, it's noon, too" he replied with a knotty smile. Oh my God, that smile. Please ... My heart melted.

Sitting down I asked her, "do you think you're alone?"

'It's obvious he's alone still being asked the basis of your bego Andrian!' I swear in my heart.

"Pengen alone," he said flatly. Ms. Alfira now pulls out the phone in the pocket of a black span skirt and plays it.

Silent. No more chatter created.

What's with this mouth? Why is it that everyone nearby I can't talk, it feels like they're locked. Only this heart alone can not be silent, beating up and down unbecoming, like to be dislodged. My eyes are still fixed can not be separated from it.

"Dri, you don't miss your mama?" Finally, Bu Al started a conversation. But why did he suddenly ask like that? I'm beating in wonder.

"Yes miss Mom, especially Andrian, was left as a child. Why emang?" A moment later Miss Alfira turned to look at me intensely. It felt as if this face was getting hot, perhaps the effect of his gaze.

"If someone else had replaced your mother, would you accept it?"

My soul began to wonder. Why did Miss Alfira suddenly ask about my personal life? Why did he suddenly talk about my mother's late home? Unlike usual, even if we chat it's just a matter of lesson, nothing more.

If it's a problem I'm a child without a mother I think everyone knows it too. My mom died when I was nine years old from breast cancer making me a single parent.

Mengulum lips, then I said, "hmm .. first of all, Andrian did not want to have a new mama, but now Andrian did not want to be selfish, as long as the woman made papa happy, yes it's ok."

Ms. Alfira was silent for quite a while. Silence back.

No time passed quickly, and the class entrance bell rang. I want to enjoy my time with him longer.

"It's time for us to go, yuk," Bu Al asked as he moved from his seat. I just nodded obediently, though somewhat lazily. Because, I still want to enjoy the moment together with him, if only ever Bu Al was by my side. Hehe