My Killer Lecturer's
PDKT

After spending a day off, the children of Observation Parentas returned to school. A new spirit appeared in my heart. I don't know, it feels like going to school is something I look forward to every day.

Of course, all of this is not without reason. The progress in getting to know the cold guy was the main trigger I loved my day of school.

"Seriously, Chi, lo mo participated in the IREMA activities?" irma asked in disbelief as I wondered about the excrement.

"Yes, I'll see first. If it fits, yes .. I'm coming," I replied looking for an excuse.

"But this isn't because of the Fatwa, is it?" Irma was trying to guess what I was hiding.

"Ish, jan sekate-kate you say, Ma!" I'm trying to dodge Irma's assumptions. Although I cannot deny it in my heart, if that is one of the reasons I follow the activities of IREMA.

"Sst, Miss Ida's coming, tuh!" Lastri's sister ended our conversation when she saw Ms Ida start going to class.

"Good morning, kids!" greet the beautiful Biology teacher mother

"Morning, Mom!" answer the children.

After saying hello and praying, finally teaching and learning activities began. Two hours of Biology subjects, plus the next Chemistry, really made our brains feel hot. Occasionally it seems that students yawn when our Chemistry teacher explains a material.

Yes, among other teachers, he was indeed the most calm teacher. Never complain or protest if he sees his students yawn, or even sleep once. His motto was, 'I'd rather fall asleep in class than I disturb a friend of mine who wants to study'. Hadeuh, what a very special principle.

After the break rang, all the students rushed outside the classroom to go to the cafeteria. Not much different from them, I, Irma, Kak Lastri immediately went to Mang Engkus cafeteria. But before, don't forget we picked up Tika in her class.

"Chi, I heard after school, the children of IREMA will conduct Islamic studies. Do you want to come?" ask Tika.

My eyes immediately sparkled. Wow, shoots are loved, ulam also arrived. Just this morning I had a chat with Irma and Kak Lastri to see the schedule of IREMA activities. Uh, I know, now there's good news. I can't wait to follow that study. I don't know since when, I miss that cold guy.

35 Minutes passed. The entrance bell began to sound again, and all students returned to their respective classes to continue their next subjects.

The hour after the break was the hour of study belonging to Mr. Dudung, the Math teacher who has always been my favorite. But, somehow .... this time I can not concentrate fully on the subjects that actually become the favorite field of study. My memory drifted on to what I would do in later studies.

3 Hours of lessons have passed. The last hour bell rang, a sign that the time to go home had arrived.

"Gua pull it out, Chi!" said Irma.

"Lo, don't you want me to study, Ma?" my many.

"Sori, Chi. I really, want .. but, I have an appointment ma nyokap mo anterin him to the Bank," replied Irma.

"Sir Pastri?" I asked him.

"Today, I have a reading lesson, Chi. Sorry, yes," he said regretfully.

Although disappointed, but I can not force the will to them.

"Yes, it's okay" I replied limply.

"Yes, Chi!" Once again Kak Lastri apologized for not being able to accompany.

"Spirit Chi! Gua support you for PDKT ma si Fatwa!" irma said as she patted my shoulder.

"Ish, lo sedeng! Say hello also mo PDKT ma, he!" I replied with a clumsy smile, covering my own embarrassment.

"Cie... Cie... Um... Um...!"

They started to tease me. Until we arrived at the classroom door, we finally separated. Irma headed to the gate to go home immediately, while Kak Lastri went to class tika. I myself, steadily swung my steps towards the school mosque.

Arriving at the mosque, I immediately opened my shoes and went to the bathroom for ablution. After that, I entered the mosque to where the women were performing prayers. I grabbed the folded face neatly on the shelf. After wearing it, I started praying.

While waiting for the study to begin, I finished praying. Not long after, the call from the loudspeaker echoed. One by one, students gathered in a religious organization called IREMA began to arrive.

After the congregation gathered, the study began. The cold man sat back on the pulpit as a speaker. The study taken today on the boundaries of association between the ikhwan and the akhwat.

From the points stated, there are some very interesting points. To be honest, I know very well the limits of my association with the opposite sex, but not as detailed as this. There's a lot I just learned about the limits of Islamic man and woman association.

After listening to his lecture, there was a hint of hesitation tucked into the heart. Will Fatwa Imammuddin, the vice chairman of IREMA, like a bad girl like me? If he remembered what he had just said, it felt impossible. Then, what does the kindness and attention he has meant while in the village?

After the study broke up, I immediately let go of the mukena and went outside the mosque. While wearing my shoes, my mind felt empty. It seemed like he was wandering around looking for the answer to a question about taste. Is it worth the taste I have for that cold guy?

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Next day. As soon as I arrived at school, Irma immediately pulled my hand and took me to the school cafeteria.

"Sit down!" his orders as soon as we arrived at the canteen.

"What the hell, Ma?" I protested

"Where was PDKT yesterday?" ask Irma enthusiastically.

"Dih, what PDKT?" elakku.

"Udah, deh .. don't worry anymore. I know, if you like ma the Fatwa," said Irma.

"Sotoy lo, Ma!" concluded

"Ish, I'm sooty anyway," said Irma.

"Yes his abisnya, lo nudu who is not. Dah, ah .. I mo to class." I get out of my seat.

Irma pressed both my thighs. "Chi, I've known you a long time. You're not talented enough to be a bo'ong. Denger Chi, if you have a problem you can tell to the cave," said Irma looking at me, fixed.

I looked at my best friend's face. After considering the bad good, I finally said my condolences.

"Honestly, I hesitated after hearing all the talk" I said shortly after telling what was a mess in my heart.

Irma started laughing. Instantly my lips pursed looking at his ridiculing laughter.

"Tuh, right.lo ngetawain me. Ah ah, I'm pulling!"

"Eits Chi, lo mah baperan. Sori, I don't mean ngetawain lo, but honestly you're funny, Chi. No, not so, the concept. Denger Chi, a brother and akhwat does have limits in association. But they don't mean they can't like each other. Have you ever heard of ta'aruf?"

I'm nodding.

"Well, in the IREMA dictionary there is no such thing as dating. They call it ta'arufan. That is, they have the same relationship and mission to the serious level later. Therefore, they try to keep each other's trust, keep their distance until they decide to live together." Irma tries to explain in a language that is easier to digest.

"Oh." That's all I can say.

"Don't you know, I mean?"

"No!"

"Astaghfirullah, Chi!!!

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