My Amar
2.Baker.

It was like a normal day. Nothing strange or special. Only, my class was free because no teacher came in.

It's usually a fun day. I'm sure, you yourself know how good the class is, not free but free because there are no teachers who teach. Delicious right? The pocket money can be, but there is no need to be dizzy thinking about the lesson.

Although there was no teacher, my class was not noisy. Some play HP, chat, eat, but not to interfere with other classes.

Unlike the 2nd graders of IPA 1 who do not have a teacher, such as a concert party there. But they are still excited even though there are teachers who teach. Let's call it, they're a class of wayward kids.

Class 2 IPA 1. There is a group of naughty children, who often deal with BP. There are always problems in class every day. But the good thing is, their solidarity is strong. For example, one starved all starved, like when they cooked for a class event but the rice was even charred.

-oOo

At that time, I was writing. For my indonesian assignment. I was a little lazy, because the task was so much. Four more sheets, if not wrong.

My Indonesian teacher was firm. She's a girl, or maybe moms, huh? Anyway, he doesn't talk much if it doesn't matter. But if we are wrong, yes, get ready to be punished. It is better, than not in the law but later the value drops far below KKM. Kayak in Alamin Mila my friend at that time.

As I was writing, suddenly three students, from another class, came. One of them, carrying a container whose contents are bread.

"May you take a moment" said one of them. The man clapped his hands, asking for attention.

All the students in my class were silent. They looked at the person who was talking just now. Looks like my friends know him.

"Yes naon mar?" ask Arif. One of my friends. The sleepy man.

"Assalamualikum warrahmatuullahhi. Here I am, meaning the three of us. Bringing lots of good bread makes Teteh Ati. Maybe some of your friends are interested or interested. It can be bought" he said.

I want to laugh hearing it. I think there's an important announcement or something. Such as scholarship announcements or subdivisions. Apparently, just wanted to offer bread. Got to make another announcement, haha. There's-there's this guy.

One of the three bakers approached me. He was sitting on a table, right in front of my face. He was the one speaking in front.

He watched me for a few seconds. I don't know what he thought, at the time. But I pretended not to care about him. Not pretending, I was right no matter that time.

"Ressa?" tanyakanya.

"Yes. What's up?" my answer.

"Want to buy some bread?" tanyakanya. He showed me two loaves of bread he was holding.

For some reason, it felt like I was in magic to buy it. I took one of the loaves of bread from his hand. I don't really like sweet food.

"How much?" my many.

"Eat first. If you do not like it can be returned," he said.

I looked at him in wonder. I think he was kidding. But, he seemed to be serious about what he said just now.

I ate that bread. Tastes good. Chocolate flavor. Quite unique, for home-made bread. But if compared with bread imported from Australia with gold grated toppings on it, it is clear that this bread is far from it.

"The sound is good" I said, as I continued to eat the bread.

"It's good, it means you have to pay" he said.

"How much?" my many.

"One hundred thousand."

Uhuk..

I choked. I was surprised by the price mentioned. It's his name blackmail. If reported, it could be a violation of the law.

If I had to spend a hundred thousand for just one loaf of bread. I prefer not to buy bread. It is better to buy chicken noodles in the canteen alone, the price is only 7 thousand at that time. It can make you full.

"A hundred thousand if you buy a hundred" said the baker.

I think he seriously said a hundred thousand. But it didn't. I gave my money worth 5 thousand rupiah at that time. He kept it, in a bag of solempang in his soren.  Then he gave me the change.

That time. When your friend sells and serves other buyers. He just sat at my desk. I watched him finish the bread.  Honestly, I was worried, with his eyes at the time. But I pretended not to notice.

Who wants to eat while watching. What am I doing mukbang?

When my bread is finished. He gave me another bread. I'm staring. He meant to offer me, or tell me to eat another one?

"This what?" my many.

"Bread."

I know it's bread. But I mean that, I mean why he gave me that bread. I already bought one.

"Make it easy."

"Buy one free one."

I took the bread. Actually, I'm not very interested. But, for some reason, again my hand was like it was moving itself to take the bread. Maybe because it was free.

"Like the bread?" tanyakanya.

"Like it" I replied.

"Goodoo. I like you too."

At that moment I was shocked to hear his words. That's really not polite. We just met, and he has the courage to say that.

Who is he? President Soekarno's son? Or maybe Moch Yamin's hero son? Until he dared to say that.

"I like everyone who buys my bread" he said.

Haha. I was ashamed of myself at that moment. I don't know if I overreacted it, or if he wasn't clear about what he said.

The baker went with his friend. The bread sold out, sold out. I wonder who he really is? From the looks of it, they look naughty. Why are they selling bread? Usually kids like them, that's prestige.

I'm more curious about that one baker. The man who made the announcement. The one who sold it differently to me. I know, the bread costs a thousand and one. But he lied, and said buy me one free.

-oOo

By then the school had broken up. I walked out of the gate. And suddenly someone came, aligned his steps with me.

"Thank you."

That's the baker. He suddenly thanked me. But for what? Why did he say thank you? In fact, I didn't do anything for him.

I'm not the wonder woman who saved his life. Or maybe, I am also not a midwife who has helped the birth process.

"Thank you for what?" my many.

"Thank you for buying my bread" he said. "So I forgot to say thank you."

"Together."

Actually, I wanted to say a lot to her. But I, prefer to say the same. I don't want to make him think a no-no. Let alone making her think I was comfortable around her, even though maybe she wouldn't be.

At that time, there was no feeling. Except, my curiosity about who he really is.

No likes, no admiration or anything. I was just wondering, wondering who he was? Who is that baker?

"Want to order my bread again?" ask the baker.

"What is the taste?"

"Many," he said. "Feelings, love strong people. Taste, my dear your dear. Taste, my love your test."

I glanced at him. I looked at him and frowned. Is he kidding, or what? I don't understand what he said.

This guy is weird to me. She was quite cute, despite her disheveled and untidy clothes. But somehow, I feel like he's a good kid.

Realized I was staring at him. He took out a paper from the bag in the sorennya. He gave it to me.

Suddenly, there was a friend of his on a motorcycle. The baker went straight to his friend's motorcycle.

"I'm sorry. If it's tonight, you're thinking of me" he said. After that he went with his friend.

I laughed a little. He's very confident. Who is he? Why should I think about it. You freak.

If you have to choose to think. I'd rather think about how, I can live happily with Justin Beiber, than have to think of the baker whose origins are unclear.

-oOo

At night. I didn't go to dinner with my parents. I stayed in the room, and laid my body down.

I just remembered. I kept the paper that the baker had given me, and had not read it. I picked up the paper, which I had kept on my study table. The paper folded, and I opened it.

I laughed when I found out what he wrote. It's just, a piece of paper torn from a notebook. Then, it is written using a pen and the side is ornamented using a picture of teletubies whose picture is also ugly.

Bread Menu:

1.Love the strong (Brown).

2.My dear your dear (Susu).

3.My love of your Exams (Keju).

4.I'm tired of writing the menu. So, you just make your own menu.

Like that, the contents of the menu paper, which the baker wrote earlier.

He made me think about it. I laughed, reflecting on how he could think of the menu names for his bread. That's really unusual.

The baker's words were right. That night, I didn't know why I was thinking about it. I wonder who he is. I wonder why he sold bread. I wonder, by its true nature. I'm curious about her.

-oOo

I was resting in the cafeteria at the time. Together, Hani, Ira, and Zaki. Zaki bought us all. He said he was getting money from his uncle. Hani ate a lot that day. He said, free stuff.

I looked at every corner of the canteen. The canteen wasn't very big, so I could see the whole thing. I was looking for someone back then, yes, the baker. But, I also couldn't possibly ask my friend. I don't want to, they'll think I like the baker.

If I ask, maybe later I think I have a crush on him. That's not possible. I didn't want to be with him at the time. He's weird, the guy's really ambiguous and confusing. Just curious.

Moments later the baker came along, with one of his friends. If you look around, he never took off the bag in the sorennnya. Even as of now, while still at school.

The bag was hanging on his body. I don't know what's in it, maybe gold, diamonds, or something precious.

The baker came to me. His friend, carrying a loaf of bread, and an envelope.

The baker said: "We have a new taste. I hope you try."

"What flavor?" my many.

"The feeling that ever existed. However, it's gone back," he said.

At that time, I didn't want the bread. But, I was curious, an extension of what else the flavor said it was.

The baker's friend gave me the bread and the envelope he was holding. And I, accept it. Like I said, I'm curious about the bread flavor it says. But the envelope, I don't know what it's for.

"Don't read it yet!" ban the baker. When, I'm gonna open that envelope.

"Why?" my many.

"Just open it later" said the baker. "After you eat the bread."

He just left, with one of his friends. I looked at his departure. I'm getting curious about who he is.

I see, Zaki just kept quiet from before. I know, he must have disliked that baker. But, we're just friends. Zaki has no right to forbid me from being close to anyone, including the baker. Anyway, I may not like people as unclear as the baker.

-oOo