Liebe Zu Maiza's
Einstein's Brain

Classes that had had the impression of being inhabited but deserted are now leveling up so gripping, the atmosphere that was once calm but terrible now becomes disturbing.

Mr. Arman's eyes are still watching Daniza. Daniza was sitting stiffly with a face that looked like she had run out of blood. I'm not the one who was treated like that by Mr. Arman but it feels like I'm going to lose my life because this heart is beating.

"Daniza," he said once again.

"L-yes, sir" Daniza replied.

"Daniza, are you comfortable with your seat?" mr. Arman's tone started to drop one level.

"His-man sir," Daniza is still stamped. Mr. Arman's view made anyone who saw him feel uncomfortable, including Daniza.

"Make it as comfortable as possible, Daniza, if you think that the seat is too small, you can report to the homeroom teacher, later the homeroom teacher who conveys to the facilities, do not let you have trouble moving what else is difficulty breathing," I giggled in my heart at Mr. Arman's words, I thought it was funny but the whole class nobody dared to laugh.

"Yes, sir."

It turns out that Mr. Arman who looks unfriendly has a tolerance for Daniza's discomfort. If you look further, indeed Daniza does not fit with the standard size chair that sits on it because the size of her butt does not fit. When sitting, Daniza's butt is wider than the seat cushion.

Mr. Arman then continued on to the learning material and returned to explain at length the problems I had solved. His tone was higher than usual because he tried to beat the loud sound of heavy rain on the roof of the building.

Friends showed a serious face to pay attention to the explanation with an occasional beggut-beard as if understood correctly with the explanation of Mr. Arman, whereas the explanation was just a ride in the ear hole and ended horribly into ear moles. My friends' brains are curly with counting lessons.

It is not without reason that I say so, some times friends complain before the math teacher comes in, because according to them playing with something that is definitely not fun, imagination is limited, fantasy is forbidden. Not to mention if you work on a problem with the right final answer but the wrong explanation or the right explanation but the wrong end result, it is annoying.

Especially if we are asked to solve problems one by one on the board, Mr. Arman pointed students as good as his heart to move forward without asking finished or not, if the answer is wrong then please stand until the bell rings long. Hearing the name is called feels the same as receiving a life imprisonment on the judge's verdict.

Serious face and mangosteen is just a form of body language to encourage and encourage math teacher who soon retired.

"Maiza!" mr. Arman's call was loud enough to make me shudder, maybe he found a mistake.

"Work is stupendous" he said still with a flat face, even though the sentence was usually pronounced with a flowery heart. Even so, that sentence made an incredible impression in this heart. I feel appreciated.

"Father hope you learn better like Maiza. Oh yeah, one more thing, you can be late if you have a brain approaching Einstein like Maiza," Mr. Arman concluded before leaving class. It made me get more space and attention in class.

After Mr. Arman left the class Daniza quickly pulled out her chair and sat right in front of me.

"Great are you Za, thirty things you know," Daniza said, raising three fingers with glaring eyes, "you finish in a short while, ce ce ce me to the point of not believing you can do it."

"Yes Za, I was up to deg kan you know when Mr. Arman asked you to go up to do thirty problems." added Ayu.

"Especially when Mr. Arman called my name, you know, I was almost as short of breath as he made it," Daniza said while shaking her head in recalling the misfortune that almost followed her.

"It turns out you're a great Math huh Za, an amazing talent!" puji Daniza's.

"Ah, just plain," not arrogant, but I think it's a normal thing, nothing special at all. What is difficult is to do a mathematical problem that from ancient times until now is just that, one plus one equals two, never changed, static and monotonous.

Ever since Mr. Arman left class, I think some of my classmates have started to notice me. Some half-believed. No one thought I could answer thirty points without a single mistake. Soon the village became the center of attention.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, when you needed help I was unreliable, yesterday I was again in the bathroom and never had time to check the phone after taking a shower. I'm exhausted."

"I'm also Za, I swear I'm so tired, that at home I immediately throw the body to bed not even had time to change uniforms."

Guilt is heard from the tone of the words of my two friends. The guilt they regretted was the abandonment I was grateful for.

"It's okay, precisely because you guys can't help God finally bring me to meet Mr. Anwar Baddu."

"Sir Anwar Baddu, who is he?" Eyebrows Daniza wrinkled.

"I think I've heard that name, but where?" Ayu tries to remember, finding a list of names recorded in her memory.

"Eh, tell me what happened to you last night until I met Mr. Anwar Baddu," Daniza began to interrogate.

Kuceritakam everything I experienced from the threat of Azmi, passing from the Sudirman Stop to the Sutomo Stop, was helped by Mr. Anwar Baddu the kindly conglomerate, escorted home by Supri in a luxury car and Afni accusations.

"Wah yah yah yah yau meet with conglomerate. Eh who knows he has a son," Daniza instead focused on the fun of meeting Mr. Anwar, he did not know how hard I was at the stop.

"So what happened just now? You look so happy? Or maybe it has something to do with Mr. Anwar," Ayu's question is what I've been waiting for. I can't wait to tell you what just happened, the most beautiful five minutes of my life.

"Yes Za, you look so happy, what's the matter?"

"I show a happy face because this heart is blossoming."

"Ha, flowers? Who just planted a flower in there?" timpal Daniza's.

"Za, dong's story!" urge Ayu.

"I don't know where to start,"

Daniza half emotions listened to that sentence. "Oh my goodness, since you woke up, we have to know what makes you so happy."

"I'm thinking of someone" I replied casually.

"Continue, what's the relationship with you happy, Zaaa?" gereget Daniza's.

"Zaa, dong's story, at first you think of someone because of what, there will be a cause," Ayu's tone was half-wrenching.

"Just the story's long, and maybe I'm starting to like someone,"

"You're in love?" Ask both almost simultaneously.