My Beautiful Teacher
Applying for a Job

"Nh ..."

Rafael murmuring. Slowly, both of her eyes opened. He's spreading a look. A thin smile was engraved on his lips when he saw Atun sleeping on the edge of the bed. Rafael's hand moved to rub the back of his foster mother's hand.

"Rafa misses Mbak" he said slowly.

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Inside her room, Larasati set herself in front of the makeup mirror. His forehead looked wrinkled, a sign that he was thinking about something.

It seems like I have to make some extra money to make ends meet, but what should I do? What kind of work can I do after school? batin Larasati's.

The sound of alarm disperse the daydreams of Larasati. The beautiful woman immediately put on her hijab. Shortly afterwards, Larasati came out of the room and was preparing to leave for work.

"Today, you take the ojek. The motor wants me to use it" said Agam, as soon as he saw his wife leaving the room.

Larasati knitted her eyebrows when she heard Agam's words. There was no wind no rain, suddenly the man was about to leave the house. In fact, since deciding to move from her parents' house and live in a rented place, Larasati never saw her husband out of the house. Hmm, tumben, thought Larasati.

"But Mas, Laras desperately needs that bike. Today, Laras plans to seek additional work. In order to meet our needs," said Larasati.

"Now, don't argue. Didn't you tell me a few minutes ago to go to work. Yes, the bike let me wear it, "sewot Agam.

"Seriously? Want to get a job?" asked Larasati, smiling widely.

"Hm." Only the darkness came out of the husband's lips.

"Yes, I used the bike. Let Laras take the angkot only, more efficient," said Larasati, relented. After kissing the back of her husband's hand and saying goodbye, Larasati then went to work.

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The Adinata residence.

Atun opens her eyelids when she feels a touch on the back of her hand. He straightened his head, and immediately grabbed Rafael's hand upon seeing that the young man had woken up. The crying broke out. Atun kissed the hands of his foster children to express longing all this time.

"Aden from anywhere? I am very worried about Aden. Why don't you ever give the news to Mama?" cecar Atun's.

Rafael wakes up, his head feels heavy. However, he tried to hold it. Rafael sat down while leaning against the bed rest.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am" said Rafael.

"Did Aden forget Ma'am?" atun asked, looking sad.

"Ish, where maybe Rafa lupain Mbak Atun. Rafa just needs time to calm down, Ma'am," Rafael denied.

Atun smiled. "Yes, let Mbak Atun make breakfast first. Aden wait a minute, yeah," Atun's pinta.

Rafael nodded. Atun then leaves Rafael alone in his room.

After the death of his foster mother, Rafael raised his face. At a glance, a short time together with the late John, again flashed in his memory.

"Sorry, Yo. I have not been able to keep your trust. In fact, because I also bang Sakur caught," muttered Rafael.

"Remember you too!" adinata suddenly stood in the doorway of her son's room.

Instead of looking, Rafael turned his face. I don't know what he feels for his father.

"Papa's answer, Rafa! Is it true that you've been in a motorcycle gang all this time?" tanya Adinata is full of pressure.

Rafael hush. In the slightest, he was reluctant to tell her about his departure during this past month.

Raphael did not answer. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. In the slightest, he did not intend to respond to his father's remark.

"Geez, really this kid's rock head!" dengus Adinata passed.

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The Mts Al - Furqon.

"Absolutely, Miss Baras, want to find some extra work?" tanya Hanifah, fellow honorary fellow worker at Mts Al-Furqon school.

"Yes Bu Hani. The need for a home is growing. If I don't know extra, a big fall of the stake rather than the pole" Larasati said. "By the way, does Ms Hani have any part-time job info?" coined.

"Emh, actually I do not have any information related to the job vacancies that Bu Laras is looking for. However, a few days ago, my neighbor had asked me for help to teach his son English lessons. However, because my education is not from English, I also refused the offer" said Hanifah.

Larasati, who graduated from D3 Tadris English, looks happy to hear the news brought by her best friend. In his heart he said, perhaps this is the path God has given to his additional workers.

Larasati then asked. "Is the offer still valid, ma'am?"

"Honestly, I don't know, Mom. But if you want, I can give your home address to you" Hanifah said.

"Ah yes, Ma'am. Of course I want to."

Hanifah then wrote down the address on a piece of paper. After that, he gave the address to Larasati.

"This, Ma. His name is Mr. Rusdi, the owner of the tempe factory. Later if he asks, Mother just said that my mother, who is my friend," said Hanifah.

"Good, Mom. Thank you for the help" said Larasati.

"Either. Good luck, ma'am," replied Hanifah.

The discussion continues on the plan for the end of the semester which will be held no less than two months.

Time keeps moving. The lesson hours are over. After performing the dzuhur prayer, Hanifah said goodbye to go home early because he wanted to find the address of parents who needed a private English teacher.

Larasati opened her wallet. He counted the remaining money in his wallet. Larasati sighed after calculating the overall nominal of the payment instrument.

If I ride a motorcycle, the cost is certainly three times the cost of the freight. However, if I ride the angkot, hmm .. where there is an angkot at this hour. The Larasati Monologue in his heart.

Larasati took a piece of ten thousand. Ride anything, the important thing is I get to this address. Let's hope this job is my soul mate, her inner self.

However, good luck approached Larasati. After exiting the school environment, Larasati saw an angkot who was stopping passengers not far from the front gate of the school.

"Hmm, the sustenance of the son of Solehah nih," muttered Larasati as he ran a little closer to the angkot.

"Wait, Bang!" Larasati shouted when the conductor had climbed again the angkot. He hastened his steps so as not to be abandoned.

"Hup! Alhamdulillah," said thanksgivings Larasati after successfully ascending and sitting in the angkot.

Not long ago, public vehicles that rarely cross it, continue the route of travel.

Half an hour passed, Larasati arrived at the address her co-worker gave her. He began to walk to find the house number listed on the piece of paper.

"Number 21. Ah looks like this is Rusdi sir's house," Larasati muttered as soon as she arrived at a magnificent two-story house.

He approached a security guard who was standing near the gate.

"Excuse me, sir!"