Sam
Waiting for it ...

...***...

Ever since Sam walked right up to the front door yesterday, Nada has been thinking about Sam's request.

For the first time Nada did not deny or refuse. Either because of the impulse that is getting used to Sam's persuasion or indeed his heart has begun to open to accept the man.

Chat notifications from Sam also often stop by in his messaging application.

The contents vary, just a light message in the form of a greeting, or a question "what else?". Simple indeed, but somehow Nada began to get used to waiting for the messages unconsciously. In fact, he himself rarely returned it.

^^^[No work, yes, Mas. Chat continues from yesterday although not in reply.]^^^

It was one of the answers to Sam's message. Although terbesit in the heart feels outrageous, Nada does not undo the intention as well.

^^^[If it is not important mending do not WA deh. The sound makes noise!]^^^

That was a message for Monday.

^^^[Udah eat, have a bath, this is again the rebound as usual! You should know dong, this is what time, yes it's my habit. Do not repeat the same question!]^^^

This time it was a reply message to Sam last night. Really, there is no sweetness in Nada's answer to Sam across the street. Tight and far from friendly word. I don't know, if with Sam, Nada can't be as gentle as her protege.

if Sam gives him four to five messages, then only once or not he replies at all.

However, fret slowly infiltrated. Until tonight Sam did not also give him any more messages as usual. Making a Tone unwittingly waiting for a message from Sam. Make it not also close the eyes even though the short needle has shown at 11 p.m.

Rest slowly enveloped Nada's soul. Unknowingly he was worried at once so waiting for a crisp light message from Sam.

"Where the hell is he?"

"What's busy?"

"Busy what the hell?"

"Not the hand hurts anymore. You shouldn't be able to work, right!"

"Kaya'gitu sokan ngajak?"

The grunts of Tone behind the blanket slowly carried him in drowsiness as well. I don't know at what moment he fell asleep. The tiredness and coldness of the night cradled Nada into a dreamlike world. Time kept turning until his bedroom door was knocked by his mother Marni–. Then Nada opened her eyes.

"What time is dawn, Na. It's five and a quarter!"

Marni's voice made Nada open her eyes wide and get off the bed. He immediately wudhu hurriedly on the water faucet on the porch beside his house. While the mother who was in the kitchen was nagging sahdu while her hands were agile to process breakfast in the frying pan.

The sound of a spatula or boisterous aluminum sotil in the kitchen should have disturbed the Tone of the dream world since four hours ago. However, for some reason the teacher's mother with a sweet face and a sharp nose was just disturbed when dawn had shown its charm.

Hardi was also watering plants around the house when he heard the voice of the wife who had been grumbling in the kitchen. Until finally the middle-aged man reprimanded the wife as well.

"Ono opo, Buk. In rungokne tonggone, you know, not slick. There's the hell, Mom. The neighbor was no good." Hardi entered through the side door of the house and immediately met with Marni who was now flipping the bakwan in the frying pan.

"Lha in awit awit dawn, sir. Not tangi-tangi. Mengko nek until late sek absent, pora yo reduce points." Waking up in the morning, sir. Not awake. Later if it is too late that is absent, instead of reducing points.

Although Marni clearly felt sorry for Nada, but clearly there was a worry for the child just the wayangnya.

"The tone is not as bound as the usual PNS, ma'am. No need to go to school."

"But if it's on time, yes, who judge other teachers to sir." Marni now follows Hardi who is already sitting in her usual place. Not far from where Marni fried the bakwan earlier.

While from inside his room, Nada Tanya smiled shyly to hear the debate that had been commonplace between his father and mother. To him, it was nothing embarrassing. It was just a form of attention from both parents. After all, the distance from his house with the neighbors there is still enough distance to muffle his mother's voice.

Not waiting for long, Nada immediately grabbed the towel hanging behind the door of her room. He immediately passed the kitchen to reach the bathroom.

While Marni and Hardi have discussed other things after reprimanding Nada which ended with the word "nggih Bu" so that the mother immediately stopped.

The morning rush is replaced by a cool and comfortable atmosphere at school. Tone was not late at all, as he did not have breakfast first. Until the end of the mother who gave a box of provisions for him to bring.

"Bunaaaa, salim first." The screams of the veiled little boy running towards Nada as he just pulled off his bike.

"Good morning, Davinka." Greet Nada as he received a small helping hand from one of his students.

"Buna, are we UTS in a week?"

"Yes, Buna. I was just playing hapenya. Same with Vino. Said his mother she was naughty playing hape keep."

The digital age is good but do not forget the bad effects as well.

Smiling tone as he rubbed the little girl's head. For him to listen to the complaints of his students is the greatest concern that will be imprinted in the hearts of his students.

After parting ways, Nada goes into the teacher's room to put the backpack on her stool. Then he immediately looked for cleaning tools to help sweep the school yard.

The simple thing with sweeping with his protege in school, Nada always instilled since he joined the school that became a place to study the father when he was a child. So there is no distinction between teacher and student, all the same if in terms of cleanliness of the school environment.

...***...

"Where, Mas?" Revi patted Sam's arm hard after sitting down next to Sam. Make the owner of the arm contain with narrowed eyes. Signs are indeed pain that is felt not just pretend.

The corner of his raised lips had just turned sour instantly. As a result of being a little surprised by the sudden arrival of Revi.

Just then, Siti who just came out of the kitchen warned Revi. Making her daughter grow her guts.

"Sukurin," muttered Sam while stroking his arm. His hand had already been freed from the Sling arm. So, today he tried to leave for the workshop by riding a motorbike.

"Review yes, Mas. I'm not telling you any more tips to get girls' attention, you know."

Sam snorted as Revi reminded the way the teenager sought the attention of the opposite sex. Because, he had to desperately not send a message to Nada. It tormented him so much. It is better not to get a reply, than to deliberately silence Nada.

One day and one night Sam refrained from contacting Nada. All of this was on the advice of Revi.

On the second day, Sam got the result. That is, with Nada who first gave him a message.

^^[Where are your hands, Mas?]^^^

That's what makes Sam's own smile feel how happy is conveyed by his heart.

"Revs. The advice from you worked, you know," ignoring his sense of regret, Sam couldn't help but uncover a bursting heart.

"Eh," Revi turned his head enthusiastically, "whose advice is , huh?" revi continued out of curiosity.

Finally, Sam gave up his phone to be impromptu by his cousin who was excited to see his room chat history.

Sam only grinned with his hand that tried to silence Revi's mouth that was still wide open.

"For what sake, I have a cousin gaje beginian," sneered Revi this time he silenced his own mouth. While Sam's face was flushed to hold the shame.

"Gaje how, this is called care," said Sam hiding his embarrassment. When Revi let his guard down Sam grabbed the phone and pocketed it.

The impromptu bullying continued until Reva and her husband came from the womb check.

"Where, Ma'am?" tanya Siti welcomes the arrival of Reva.

"Good, Mom. His heart rate is clear" Ilham explained, taking the initiative to answer his in-laws' questions.

Reva nodded back allowing. Afterwards he followed Siti into the living room. Revi also follows his twin brother. Ilham sat on a different bench in front of Sam. It's just still stymied by his long table.

The living room measuring 6 x 6 meters was suddenly silent. Sam gently massaged his arm to numb a little unravel. While Ilham scrolls the screen with a serious face.

Sam glanced at Ilham several times in front of him. While Ilham is more comfortable pretending not to know.

"I hear you, you work part time. Working where?" sam asked after a while just being quiet. Without seeing the Inspiration.

"Working in a seafood store around Gladag, Mas."

Sam nodded as he continued to observe his arm.

"Paste the list of gra* accounts, but not yet in ACC."

Inspiration breathes. "Not to mention the exam, Mom. What matters is having income."

Sam was stunned to hear the words of Inspiration. Slightly touched because the snot child that he considers the boy in fact already has a big burden at the age of a dozen years.

"It turns out that a person's maturity is not just from his appearance. But from how much pressure life is under."