Let Me Fall in Love
3. Akbar Speechless Coach

The car stopped in front of the school gate. Ami rushed down and thanked Mang Kirman. His mother was strict in making the rules. Before the age of 17 years can not use a motorbike to school. Especially carrying a car, even though you can drive. First, you need to have a SIM.

"Femin!"

Ami turned her body to hear a male voice call behind her. She commented on the smile that showed her two dimples. "Hi, Emon," he said as soon as another classmate approached.

"Almond, Mi. Not Emon. Good thing your smile is sweet, so I can't be angry." Almond Protest. The handsome Arabian student, who was teaching Ami's steps, entered the school gate. Both went to school with a driver.

"Maclum, Mon. Sundanese tongue like this is difficult to call Almond, good Emon." Ami giggles.

"Well, it can."

"That's an example. If you speak spontaneously, call Emon." Ami and Almond entered the classroom corridor and both turned left up the stairs. Connect with other students.

"Up to you, Mi. Only Ami doang can call me that. If anyone else, cave uh I'll be mad." Sahut Almond is a native of Jakarta. Finished up the stairs, both walk in the second-floor hallway which is the XI-class lineup and the Chemistry Lab and Computer Lab.

Ami just laughed. Now walk up the stairs to the third floor. Class X and Math Lab. The other laboratory is on the ground floor. Sometimes he would talk to other friends. In contrast to Almonds who are indifferent and seem introverted.

"You don't, Mi." Almond continued to fill the journey with a casual chat.

"No." Sahut Ami, look at it.

"I'm not done yet, Mi." Almond snorted annoyedly. Makes Ami laugh.

"I was originally hooked with Mami and Abi. Time is told to continue the skin on the lake, in the village. Dong gaul gaul Jakarta's. Their reason for fear of the free flow of association. Neighboringly there is a ninth-grade Middle School child who is pregnant and does not take the exam because it has to be a birth. The first two months I felt stressed, felt dumped, not at home skul here. But after knowing you, I'm going to school here."Clearly Almonds are at length with a serious tone.

"Are you confiding, Mon?" Ami looked at her with a sinless face.

Sontak Almond stopped the steps followed by Ami. "No. I'm reading poetry again" he said tightly.

Ami giggles. "Pantesan chick who wants deketin on fear. You're a gini."

"Some of you are wrong, Mon. Errata first, Lake tuh is not a village. A small modern city. The Mall of Si Anak Singkong is in Lake. It could be that your parents want you to be a good boy. Have a good religious education. About free association, now mah not in the village not in the city. We have gadgets. Can imitate if we are not strong basic religion." Ami said this time seriously.

"You're right, Mi. After I sincerely school here, just realized the education is good, the facilities are also complete kayak skul in Jakarta. I just joined Rohis' exkul. Also yells."

"Eh, look out for wrong intentions, Mon. Enter Rohis not because there is me, yes!" Ami squinted her eyes.

"But it is." Almond grinned the horse. Suddenly he fled towards his class when Ami would shake his shoulder.

Ami just sniffed. The first thing to do when entering class is to do finger print attendance, queue with his friends.

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The first two hours of lessons are over. There was a commotion outside the class. Sontak in the class Ami was curious and looked up from the window.

"What the hell is it?" Kia asked Ami who was putting the book in the bag. Change taking Biology textbooks.

"No idea." Ami shrugged his shoulders.

"Woyyy, there's a new Sultan's car coming. Here on the coin." Sonya exclaimed furiously from the doorway. Almost everyone ran outside. It turned out that other students of the class were already standing in line in front of the wall fence. Dominated female disciples, all looked down. Some capture with a cell phone camera.

"Oemji, that's not an artist. Very handsome."

"Yes, I want dong to be his aunt."

"Ngexnr. Body's cool. I'm thinking of R Men's commercial."

"That shawl first at Principal, I like, I like."

And many more comments - comments of students who make the object in the parking lot as a lumpian material. Accompanied by giggling laughter. Before long, the other class students re-entered the classroom because the teacher had already arrived.

"That's not what Mr. Yaya said yesterday?" Ask Marga who returned to class because two people who got off the sports car were invited to enter the principal's room.

"Can be. You see, Mr. Yaya has not come yet." Sonya who sat back on her bench.

"Mi, you're not out. The handsome ones. Especially those wearing sunglasses. Huhuhuhu cool bingit." Said Kia who was back sitting next to Ami.

"For the responsibility, Kia. This just cleared bales chat from Teh Aul." Ami keeps the phone back in silent mode into her bag.

Kia did not continue the story. The noise in the classroom was suddenly quiet. It was because of the arrival of Mr. Yaya.

"Kids, the guest you said yesterday, has arrived. Soon will come to our class first, accompanied by Mr. Muhtar. He will give you motivation. Please no one plays, everything must be silent. Please ask later if you want to ask, ask polite questions. Understood?" Obviously Mr. Yaya.

"UGS, SIR." All the students answered.

Meanwhile Akbar and the headmaster named Mr. Muhtar walked along the corridor. Leo chose to wait in the principal's room while doing office work. Along the way Mr. Muhtar acted as a guide explaining all the facilities that were passed. Until both of them arrived in front of class X MIPA 3.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Akbar entered with a greeting accompanied by a smile. Confidence implied in the look of his face that is drizzled because of shaving mustache and jambang. Flying hours in leading large or small meetings, hanging out with various groups and various forums, makes it not feel tense.

The whole student answered his greetings. Almost all students look at each other with their colleagues accompanied by awe and a smile full of meaning.

From the back bench, Ami widened her eyes with a gasp face. "Sister Akbar? Is that it?!" inner speaking. And immediately cover your face with the book. Feeling disbelief and not expecting. Because long time no see and no communication. There is a sense of excitement in the heart. His smile was hidden behind a book.

"Mi, that's what I said earlier that was wearing sunglasses. Really cool? Bull, right?" kia whispered.

"Ho oh cool bingit. A handsome kayak gini mah won't be like Rossa's song." Sahut Ami no less whispered.

"Fade." Sahut Ami lightly. Although talking to Kia, but his gaze never separated staring straight ahead of the class.

"Hihihi, you little Ami." Kia shakes Ami's shoulder. One hand smothered his mouth, holding back laughter.

"Sstt, diem. Start the introduction again." Whisper Ami again. Still hiding the face behind the book.

"Kids, before you want to introduce our guests. His name is Akbar Pahlevi Bachtiar. It can be called Akbar. He is one of a series of young CEOs in Indonesia. Inventor and founder of startup Pulangpergi. Even this startup has got the title of unicorn."

"Have you heard about the commute application? the commercials are on tv. Punangpergi helps people to easily get airline tickets, lodging and other services when going on vacation or traveling. In addition, he has a hotel chain as well as a mall in Jakarta."

"Why do you describe the success of Kak Akbar in detail? In order to be an inspiration to all of you young generation, to burn the spirit of learning to achieve the ideals."

"Well, let's hear what and how the secret to success of a young CEO named Kak Akbar is. Time and place are welcome." Mr. Yaya ended his opening. He complied with Akbar's request, who did not want to be introduced as the school's biggest donor.

The silent classroom. No one's making a sound. All centered on the handsome guest star in a white slimfit shirt and beige chinos.

"Good morning, good morning, nu gareulis and karasep." Akbar began to say hello by inserting the word sundanese. A calm face accompanied by a smile full of hospitality. All answered in unison and passion.

"No more introductions needed. Because it's been explained by Mr. Yaya."

"Nomer hape same ig her yet sister." chapped the schoolgirl from the bench of the middle ranks. So as to cause a rumpus unpretentious pronunciation justifies.

"okay." Akbar nodded and smiled. He went to the white board and wrote down his ig account. "For contact person is in bio yes. Or DM can also," he continued while standing back where he was.

"Good, dick. Before proceeding on the material, let me thank the school committee that has invited me. It's an honor for me to go to this school full of achievement, sir." Akbar stared back and forth at Mr. Muhtar and Mr. Yaya. The two replied with a smile and nod.

"I'm not really a motivator. It's just that I'm standing in front of the scene all for the sharing of science." Said Akbar who was now standing upright alone at the midpoint.

"If asked the same as me, what is the key to success and what will make us always be at the top level of performance. The first key is TO FIGHT AND DEFEAT YOURSELF. We know what our shortcomings are. Well, fight it and change it."

Everything seemed sedated by Akbar's stern presentation and his language was pleasant to hear. Almost gestur all the disciples folded both hands on the table.

"SECOND, HARD WORK AND DEDICATION. Your special student, go. Gaspoles. There is no mercy. Don't waste time with a lot of lying down."

Some students seem to have recorded the key points of success. Including the student at the back.

"Three is TO REPAIR THE RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD. Increase our piety. Strengthen worship. Fix the intention."

"And the fourth key, CONSISTENT, ISTIQOMAH, DISCIPLINE. It's a package. Make sure the improvements, changes, and goodness we maintain as hard as we can. Not much theory! Stop the social media scroll! Chase dreams! World conquest! Ready for a little chat?" Akbar clenched his hands into the air with a burning intonation of spirit.

"GET READY, BROTHER!" Compact everything. I don't know who started, all the students gave standing applause.

Akbar smiled widely. "As I said, don't go through much theory. So those are the four keys that I hold and practice. Hopefully useful for this generation Z. If anyone wants to ask, please. Don't be shy, have to be brave." It gives a question and answer session a chance.

One student raised his hand and stood up. Akbar told him to get acquainted first.

"I'm Vino. No questions, Coach. Just wanted to say thank you for sharing Brother simple but very valuable. God willing this is a motivation for us to study more seriously and straighten out the intentions that had come to school was much forced. Given the system absence of using finger print so can not be tipped absent. Hehe. Thanks again for coaching and sharing, today." Vino said closing with a slight bow as a sign of respect.

"good. I see this Vino there is talent to be a leader in the legislature. Let's get ya!" Akbar's speech compact guaranteed the entire class.

"Next, who else wants to ask? Okay, that's in the back first." Akbar gave the girls a chance to raise their hands behind their back. Seems shy. Standing up while covering your face with a book. But then when the book was taken down....

Looked like Ami. Is that really Ami?

Akbar hid his surprise that briefly adorned the face. Return to calm and professional.

"Include my name there are two, brother. Do you want to know which name is my name?" Ask the student who is none other than Ami.

If Ami had spoken, the whole class was immediately rowdy by the oddity. But the man hasn't asked. But I don't know, everyone's mind has been traveling there will be something ridiculous.

"May, introduce them both." Akbar smiled knot.

"My real name is Rahmi Ramadhania. If his real name is Ami Blanket, Brother. Wanna ask...."

Akbar held back the urge to laugh by holding his breath. This is not the right situation and condition to say hello to Ami who does not seem to change narcissistic. He focused his full attention on the beautiful and cute girl in the white hood.

"Sir, if October 28th is observed what day of oath, sis?" Ask Ami calmly and seriously.

"Youth's Oath." Akbar answered.

"Well, if the 29th is an oath, brother?" Ami threw in a second question.

Akbar frowned. "Wow, I may be blind to history lessons. What is the 29th day of the oath? said surrender.

"I SWEAR I LIKE YOU." Ami grinned while brandishing two fingers to form the symbol V.

That's right, the alleged classmates of Ami. Just imagine how boisterous the laughter of one class is today. Including the homeroom teacher and the headmaster, chuckling held back a laugh while shaking their heads.

While Akbar rubbed the base of his nose with a reddened face and grimacing smile. One word, he's SPEECHLESS.

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