My Teacher

My Teacher
The MT part 55


For schoolchildren, the thing they avoid the most is exams or practice exams. For example, a practice exam in art culture lessons. Probably singing or dancing. Even men who are like robots must cosplay to be jelly. But, for the survival of value, they were forced to do that. Yes, even though the results made the female students laugh bad.


When the exam arrives, the initially lazy male student is now a cosplay professor. So-so learning, but in fact the material they read even a single one did not cross his brain. The point of surrender was already on the verge of despair.


The time that previously reverberated spent playing or hanging out now they even spent reading all the material from class 10 to class 12. It feels like his brain wants to come out splattered, however, threats coming from family or relatives make them patch the brain strongly so as not to splatter.


Breath sounds as they carry out the final test. Exit the classroom with chest felt plong. Trying not to think about its value later how. During this week they fought with white papers and many sheets of questions. Explanation, calculation, and consideration of their opponents. How not, they themselves will be the determinant of whether to graduate school or not.


Said the crowd, the gray-white period was the time where all their feelings were felt. Falling in love, breaking up, friendship, cohesiveness, togetherness, despair, surrender. Everything felt. A time when it cannot be repeated.


The boisterous sound of rumbling accompanied by music became their complement in celebrating graduation day. Yes, after passing a few months and passing the exam period, they were finally declared to pass. The applause sounded. The color of their white uniforms has now changed color. Mixed various colors. Some were crying new, some were laughing, and some were even in love. There are also some of them take advantage of this rare moment to do a photo session. There are also those who take advantage of this moment to express their feelings. It is hard to explain, it can only be felt.


A few days after graduation, they seemed to enjoy the holidays while looking for the university they would enter.


Like this girl named Nessa Ibrahim Halana. His graduation ceremony was celebrated modestly but still festive for him. How not, the girl graduated with a very satisfying score from the results of her studies. And also the girl graduated with already bearing the status of a wife.


After a few months of aggravation, those days finally passed. How not to be annoyed, apparently the changes made by her husband had a big influence. Many female students even openly expressed their feelings to their own teachers. Even those who initially mocked, now even inversely proportional. Nessa who used to help her teacher is now even difficult. Even they are struggling to help men who become teachers of their Islamic religion. At first they did not believe that the teacher they ridiculed was now even turned into the incarnation of the prince.


The event commemorates her graduation day, they celebrate right in the courtyard of Nessa's house. Yes, thank goodness the yard is spacious. Both his parents and in-laws were present even before the preparations were made.


Nessa also invites her best friend, Vella, along with Vella's parents. And thankfully also both parents Vella welcomed the invitation. This time Nessa also invited her boyfriend, Deca. You remember Deca, right? IPA child who had chased after Nessa but stopped because of self-conscious, hehe.


Nessa's home page is now crowded with Deca voices doing karaoke. Luckily the voice of the young man was quite melodious, so do not spoil their atmosphere.


While the event was taking place, suddenly stopped two cars right in front of the yard of Nessa's house. Yes, it has been said that the yard of his house is spacious.


"Assalamu'alaikum." cried the group crowded.


Nessa even stopped turning the meat on the grill. The girl warmly welcomed the group that came.


"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Nessa thought you guys weren't coming." Nessa said greeting the group. His parents even welcomed the arrival of the group.


"No dong. Sorry, it's a bit slow, Mother was making gifts for you. It's in the trunk. Erlan, please take it, son!"


"Ck! How come I am." grumbled the man, however, still obeying.


"Kok Mommy is bothered. It's just a small show. Uh! Sit down yuk!" take Nessa to wake up.


"Where is your husband?" ask a middle-aged woman who is the same age as her Papa.


"There's in the room, again change the clothes because it was accidentally exposed to the sauce." Nessa explained making them nod.


"Grandfather, how are you?" nessa's gaze was distracted at an old man sitting in a wheelchair. Wrinkles were obviously certainly visible, but, the man's hair was even durable black. Only a little bit of gray hair grows.


"Alhamdulillah, Grandpa healthy. You how are you? I haven't seen Grandpa in the house for a long time."


"Hehe, Nessa's busy, Cake. Maybe tomorrow-tomorrow can just play to Grandpa's house."


Yes, who came it was the real family of Endi, her husband. Mother, Father, Grandfather, and his twin came. Actually Erlan was lazy to come, but, because of the coercion of the man who became his grandfather, he was forced to. If not, it will be threatened with various threats.


A month ago, Endi and his wife came to visit his Grandfather and coincidentally his parents also just came from abroad. Be, the first meeting with all awkwardness is inevitable.


"Rey, you still remember what Grandpa said last time, right?" ask Grandpa.


"Yes, Cake." answered Endi. Apparently his arrival was highly anticipated. The proof when he first met, the family was very enthusiastic and even Endi who had a mature age was forced to accept his pampered self. However, his little heart was very happy for having met his flesh and blood.


"Grandpa hope you can bring the company to grow rapidly again."


Erlan also came with a large gift in her hand.


"Truly gift!" the man's lips threw his card on the ground. Instantly her Mother's eyes stared at horror, let alone the gaze of her Grandfather.


The man hustled behind the father's body. The man who became his father also only chuckled softly. He could not argue with his wife, let alone his father.


"Grandpa, Daddy, and Mommy just go inside? It's cold outside." Nessa suggested.


"Mother here just help others. Let your Grandpa and Dad go inside. Oh yes, take Papi with Papa you also let there be friends."


Nessa nodded, then called her Papa and Papa Vella who happened to be present to receive an invitation from Nessa. The male elders finally entered the house. The women are now outside. Just her, Mami Hana, Mama Winanti, Mama Vella, Deca, and Erlan. While her husband is now inside to accompany the parents for a while.


Nessa was busy helping others, as was her best friend, Vella.


"Ca, you help me with this fan." tell Vella while giving Deca the fan.


"Where are you going?" deca asked in surprise but still received the fan from Vella and replaced her position.


"Sit, hehe. Seal my hand. Please, you're better than me, watch out for emotions."


Deca simply responded by rolling her eyeballs in the middle. Yes, the two who previously did not get along now decide to get better.


They were separated from the female elders. There were only two men near them, namely Deca and Erlan.


"Sister, please take soy sauce." Nessa's request to Erlan.


Erlan just clucked, lazily he took the bottle that said extra spicy chili then gave it to Nessa without looking first.


"Sister, this isn't soy sauce, but, chili." Nessa protested while receiving the wrong item.


"really?" erlan asked while researching the bottle. For a moment he just grinned, then took another bottle.


"Well, this is true." Erlan was just nodding.


"It's just old, but it doesn't matter which bottle of soy sauce, which bottle of chilli." Vella said, yawning and then closing her mouth.


While Erlan whose ears are really sharp immediately see Vella with sharp eyes. Unfortunately, Vella is not the name that if scared when looking at the sharp gaze of a man. He was only afraid of the sharp gaze of his Papa rather than a foreign man.