
Teaching 1st grade students takes extra patience. In addition to being small and difficult to understand, many of them also like to cry. Can't fend off the task of crying, the pen was taken by a friend, crying. Even the time to go home, sometimes there are those who cry because of being pinched by the theme.
At first the Dew felt dizzy, but after almost a week of walking, it was getting used to it. And today, even one of his students who wet the classroom, forced Dew had to take him to the toilet while helping him chop and change clothes. Fortunately, there was a change of clothes prepared by the school because something like this did not happen the first time.
"Eh, just now said my student, there's a 1st grader wetting huh?" asked Dinar while holding back a laugh.
"Looks like you're so happy to see me suffer," sardonic Dew.
"Well, don't be so pretentious. I used to be too. This incident is not just happening to you. So after this, you must be diligent in reminding children to dare to speak up. Most cases of bedwetting occur in shy children. She's ashamed to tell the teacher if she wants to go to the toilet. Not all children have the courage to be the center of attention. You mean what I mean?"
"Yes, I understand" said Dew. "I also don't feel terzdolimi. It's my job, as their parents at school."
Not all children have the courage to talk let alone be the center of attention. Raising hands to say he wants to go to the toilet, indirectly interrupting the class. And sometimes, that's what makes a child ashamed.
"Good job miss Dew," Dinar patted Dew's shoulder. He pulled out his chair and sat down next to the Dew. "Watch a simulation as a parent, hehehe." The dew just grinned hearing that. "Oh yeah, how, have you found a gift idea for Mr Su?"
The cloud shook while breathing heavily.
"Eh, isn't tomorrow your anniv? Oh, my God, not tomorrow anyway, rather it's 12 o'clock. More than 1 second," said Dinar while checking.
"Go home, come with me to the mall. Help me pick a gift for Mr. Su."
"Ready, just don't forget the treat."
"Easy. But you also do not forget, buy me gasoline because every day hitchhiking," said Dewun.
"Yeah, the time of gasoline money. Shame on the same title BU BOS." Dinar deliberately mentions slowly and gives emphasis. "Btw, how are you saying you're going to check in at the hospital?" Dew has already told me about this to Dinar. Just this time in Jakarta, Dewun feels like a person, making it a place to confide.
"Not yet to find a suitable time. Tau itself, still MPLS, tomorrow just closing. I think next week, even if Brother Nathan has time. He's busy too."
"How wonderful is your husband, Mbun. Not that the boss just told his subordinates yes, how the story can be busy."
"That's not the same time as Din. Not all things are devolved by subordinates." When you want to check the results of the picture of children today, Dewun just remember if the map contains the image left in the classroom. "I went to class, yes" he got up from his seat and walked to class. But his steps stopped when he saw little Nathan sitting on a long bench near the security guard post. Without a second thought, he immediately approached his student.
"Nathan, why haven't you come home yet?" Dew asked while sitting next to Nathan.
"Not picked up by Mom."
Dew look at his watch, it's 30 minutes from the clock home. "Who usually picks you up?"
"Usually the driver, but the driver is sick, so my mom's picking me up."
Dew picked up the phone that was nailed to his uniform. "Mother teacher called your mom, yeah, she's afraid she forgot to pick you up." As a homeroom teacher, of course Dewun has the number of all student guardians in his class.
"No need to Mom. My mom works, she'll pick me up at break time. It's 12."
Dew chatted a lot with Nathan. In addition to being engrossed in conversation, Nathan's son is also smart, so asked anything can be answered straightforwardly. But there is something that makes Nathan immediately bowed lethargic, which is when asked about his father.
"I don't have a father Mom. My father has been in heaven since I was born. So I never met papa." The face that had been bright was suddenly cloudy. Feeling the question was wrong, Dew immediately hugged Nathan.
"Nathan." A call made Nathan break free from the embrace of Dew.
"Mama" Nathan said as he waved his hand and put on the backpack he had put next to him.
Dew stood up while smiling at the beautiful woman walking towards him.
"Sorry Mom, I'm late to pick her up" Mama Nathan reached out to Dew. "I'm Nathan's mother, Jihan."
Deg
Dew's heart like a degenerate silvery. Jihan, he didn't listen wrong? His eyes were immediately fixed on the name tag that was on the woman's chest. Jihan Elizabeth, that's Nathan's ex. But why was the woman in front of him in the hijab? Isn't that Jihan nasrani?
"Master Teacher," Dew was flabbergasted as Nathan pulled his arm. He only realized that he had not shaken Jihan's hand since.
"Sa-I Dewun, his homeroom teacher Nathan."
"So this is Miss Dewun. Nathan always tells us that his teacher is very beautiful. It turns out to be beautiful. There's no picture of Mom on her profile, so I didn't know she was young." Dewun did not put his photo profiled wa. He used his name tag photo profiled wa. "It's great to meet my mother." The Dew only responded with a smile, as his mind was currently raging.
After Nathan and his mother came home, Dew returned to the teacher's room. He felt his body slow and his head very heavy. Even he stopped his way and held on to the door frame of the teacher's room because he felt the earth he was thrust into spinning.
"Mom Dew, Miss Dew." Dew could hear the sound and someone was holding his shoulder. But I didn't know who was speaking because his vision was blurred and a few moments later, it was all dark.
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"Alhamdulillah." The Dew friends exclaimed as they saw the woman open her eyes.
"Finally you are aware of Mbun," said Dinar while holding the hand Dew felt cold. "That feeling was fine, why did you suddenly faint?"
The dew felt his head very heavy at this moment. He also did not know why he had suddenly fainted.
"I'll call your husband, will you be picked up?" Dinar took Dew's cell phone that was nailed to his uniform
The dust shook weakly. "Don't Din, I'll just go home by myself."
"No need to make it up, this is not an Indonesian lesson. You passed out, how can you drive yourself?"
"I'm going home in an online taxi. I don't want my husband to freak out knowing I passed out at school."
"Alright, but it's the same home as me. I'm anterin to your house." The dew nodded in agreement. Dinar can't drive a car, so it's impossible for him to replace the steam.