Liebe Zu Maiza's
The Most Beautiful 5 Minutes

Your coming under the same umbrella for five minutes is the most beautiful event of my life.

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He's a shady-eyed man, for the umpteenth time a helper angel. I don't understand what's going on in this heart. There is a burning feeling in the chest. I am obviously very happy.

Right now I walk hand in hand with him, my height only reaches his shoulder. Me and the shady-eyed man were taking shelter under one umbrella in the pouring rain.

He and I kept going, there were no words, no greeting, just the word 'come on' which was the beginning of all these events, beautiful ones, the beginning of this happy arising in the corner of the heart.

I was happy, my whole head was full of him and he didn't know what he was thinking. I was silent, he was silent, only the sound of rain and footsteps could be heard from two people who did not know each other under the same umbrella.

About five minutes into the walk, he and I reached the closed gate of the school. I was late but I was happy.

Mr. Ikbal with a raincoat attached to his body, the school security guard ran small towards us opening the gate. He was alert to his duties, after which he sat back in his original place. Mr. Ikbal is a kind security guard. He rarely gives punishment. He was just doing the job the picket teacher gave him.

Mr. Iqbal pointed at the two of us while sounding the syringe then waved his hand and pointed towards the post. A code to get us into the post he controls.

Me and him the guy with the shady eyes, still standing in front of the post. I wipe the clothes that were splashed with rain. While he was a shady-eyed man who began this second, this minute, this hour, today was witnessed by the crowds of water that fell from the sky I converted as a helper angel that until now I did not know his name. And I call him my angel.

She was brushing her hair wet from the rain.

I was looking for a way to say thank you but didn't know where to start. He was with me under the same umbrella super duper cuek, he was busy with himself, no greeting or anything came out of his lips again other than the word 'ayo' earlier.

There are no words I can say for all the wonderful events that just happened. I don't know what to tell my angel helper, when she says I'm happy to have been given an umbrella ride, it's ridiculous.

The umbrella that protected us was hung on the doorstep, a special place to store the luggage of students who should not be under entered into the classroom.

"Thank you," finally the sentence was able to say from my lips that had been confused.

He looked at me, once again he showed me his neat rows of teeth.

"Sama-sama" he replied.

Yes, God I don't think my feet are stepping on the ground right now. This feeling hovers around because happiness is incredible. Either because of meeting a kind person or because of the effect of his smile just now.

Without lingering me and her getting into the post, entering simultaneously. Inside, there were many students who were late. Some of them women. This place is usually filled with male students. Maybe because of the influence of the rain that suddenly fell.

Azmi stabbed me with her fierce gaze, occasionally she looked the same way at my angel. And my angel saw it in the usual way, like there was nothing with it.

There is one empty seat. I looked at my angel. He let me sit with a hand gesture code. Again I feel appreciated. He put women first. Especially less than him, helpful, polite and appreciative of women, a face that is difficult to say ugly and most importantly he cares.

Seeing this incident Azmi and Rima became increasingly angry. Both lips were forcefully clenched. What is it, Azmi and Rima are angry with me? My angel didn't interfere with his pleasure, he just helped me, what's the problem with him. I don't disturb his happiness either.

About him ferocious, rose blood or whatever his name is not my business, after all he may be like that, not happy to see a spotty woman like me happy, let alone happy because he was noticed by a handsome angel. Hmmm.

All students who are late must write thirty-four provincial names in Indonesia along with the capital city. That's the job of the picket teacher, Mr. Iqbal is just a tongue connector. In accordance with the subjects addressed by the picket teacher, namely geography.

I giggled in my heart, only recording thirty-four provincial names. It's easy to do, why not record all the countries that are included as members in the UN world organization and the capital and the name of the head of state, it seems more difficult. Let alone thirty-four provincial names and their respective capitals, write the year of its establishment and the name of its governor I can.

And those who are now gathered in this room who came early, I'm sure not able to finish well the task that the Kindergarten child knows. The proof is that they are still in this room with the style of the neck of the snapper looking for answers, cheating each other.

May I laugh wickedly in my heart. This time I won.

I tore a piece of paper out of the bag, and I also took the polpen. I started writing assignments from picket teachers. These fingers do not stop moving. My angel of help did the same.

Without taking long the task was done. My angel is done. Completed nysris simultaneously and then facing Mr. Iqbal also simultaneously to submit the task of writing thirty-four provincial names and their capital.

When my angel and I were depositing duties, Mr. Iqbal saw us with half-believing faces. The student who is the most late but the fastest to complete the task.

My angel and I stepped in after Mr. Iqbal opened the second gate for us.

I think Azmi and Rima find it hard to accept this reality. They were still inside the post like a hot worm completing the task.

After the gate opened my angel walked quickly towards his class. I watched him from behind. His class is on the 1st floor, obviously he is a XI class. After he lost sight of me turning to the right, I walked towards my class.

Re-imagined the events that just happened. My feeling is floating, this face always wants to laugh

I'm hard to control this happy thing. There was no time for this face to show a flat expression.

five minutes later, under the same umbrella, my angel and I walked together. The five most beautiful minutes of my life. Beat the beauty when I won the provincial level painting race.

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