PRETTY TEACHER WHO JUTEK
Chapter 39 Letter From Tomi.
In his heart, Asti intended to do what he said. Initially, he was just looking for an excuse so that Pak Eko did not follow him to Yogya. But over time from what he said contained truths that should be taken into consideration and carried out in his life.
In Yogya, he does have a few cousins who will surely be happy to receive his presence there. They have not seen each other in person for a long time. Even they have group chat but rarely chat there because of the busyness of each.
“What you say is true, Sister! Mr. Eko again. “Moreover such things sometimes escape our thinking. Because the busyness that accumulates makes us not aware of the time that is increasingly passing quickly. So there is no chance to spend time with family”
“Ya... The Javanese say, let us not experience the death of the torch. Do not lose track, no longer know who our cousins are, who our relatives are and the next bloodline”.
That is until Asti was escorted by Mr. Eko to his house, their conversation revolved around such things. After Asti got out of his car the man came to the conclusion in his heart, that he should not take his leave. Asti has his own plan. He did not count in the heart of the girl, for the long holiday period this time.
Returning to his house, Asti went straight into the room. As usual if he comes home from anywhere, the first thing he does is clean his face from the remnants of makeup that has been hit with the dust of the city of Jakarta. After cleaning his face, then Asti went to the bathroom to clean himself, using warm water pleasure.
It feels good if after clean from all kinds of sweeps of beauty tools, warm water that is refreshing and free from all the dust and sweat that is troubling. By wearing a loose house dress (daster) that is good to wear, Asti looks so fresh and bright.
He took the cellphone from his bag and continued to fill the battery of his phone. After that he intended to fall on his bed for a while, while straightening the waist that felt so tense and tired, while reading a magazine.
But when his eyes looked at the large brown envelope placed by his mother or either by the housekeeper, or his aunt on his desk. Therefore the intention to rebound it. Once in her hands, Asti reads the sender's data on the thick, large envelope cover. It turned out that the sender was Tomi, from Semarang. Without opening it, Asti already knew that the contents were the answer to the task he was given to the man in lieu of the test.
Asti then put the magazine on the table and brought the package from Tomi to his bed. There was a letter of introduction that he immediately read while lying down. It is :
"Greetings to Asti Radisya Aulia.
Mother, in the midst of my busy life, I finally managed to complete the task that Mother gave me, well.
Please accept and be judged by Mother. Hopefully the results are not too disappointing.
Sweet and kind mother Asti, I stayed in Semarang city for only ten days. After that I will be with some friends to continue our activities to other cities. But even though I was seized by all kinds of busy activities that spent time and drained, but I still have a lot of free time to miss Mom, until far late at night."
"Mother Asti, it turns out that experiencing longing and being away from someone who is loved is very heavy. It's like most of myself was lost somewhere."
"Well, beautiful mother, please step down. Welcome to join the students and students who may have started the final exam at the end of the semester. Healthy and always Mum.
Greetings respectfully,
Tomy."
Asti sighed and kept the letter in her bottom and corner drawer. Fear of being read by other families who live in a house with him. Understandably sometimes I like to enter his room suddenly. It's so bad he tore up the letter, actually. Because his common sense asked him so to avoid the risks that might occur. But his heart told him to keep the letter in his closet drawer carefully and not to be damaged or lost. It is Hatiny who wins the inner debate of the moment.
After keeping the letter, Asti lay back on her bed. The writing assignment of the tomi neatly licked by the man was opened. There are those who jostle to read sentence by sentence strung together by Tomi in the scientific writing. It was as if a spirit vibration was burning in his body.
Really, the man has more weight. He is able to summarize a clear and systematically arranged understanding of the many books he uses as reference books. And the analysis is quite sharp and the argument is strong.
As a result, Asti read Tomi's writing for two hours without a single yawn. Though usually if he reads while lying down like that, Asti always falls asleep, before the reading is finished.
That afternoon Asti did not go to sleep. After Tomi's writing closed again, he instead sat pensively long on his bed. His entire body was warmed by feelings that were hard to translate into words. What is clear, he was very happy that Tomi was able to do the task he was given so well. And apparently, the man really had a clear vision ahead of him.
More than that, it turned out that the man's longing statement towards her spread scattered sweetness moved along with the warmth of her blood and flowed throughout her body. He missed that guy too!
Asti suddenly felt ashamed of himself. He actually became so excited, that he finally wondered to himself. What would people say if they knew he was putting this kind of feeling on his own students?
And how should he put his face in the face of people's eyes? Not to mention that it will shake his reputation as a lecturer who has been pioneered step by step with no ease. Can he risk what he has built just for a student who knows when to finish his studies?
Doesn't he want to live quietly, peacefully and continue his ideals of being a scientist?
Thinking like that, Asti immediately got up from his bed by flicking his body. With a nimble gesture, he put the bundle of Tomi's duties on his desk back. Then he gives it a plus B and covers it back up. Without any comment. He wanted to forget Tomi and all the files he held, including the writing he had read.