Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 8

"Sister, I go first, yeah. Happy work!" Naina says goodbye to all the colleagues at her place of work.

The sun was beginning to lean westward, the ashar time was just passing by. It was time for Naina to return home, resting her tired body from almost a day standing at the checkout table.

He left the store, intending to approach his uncle who also just finished work. However, Naina's body was sculpted, when she saw the young man standing there with his uncle.

"Isn't that the same young man as the kids in the mosque? Did you know him, huh?" muttered Naina while landing her butt in the front seat of the store.

Wait until their conversation is over. Naina smiled at the civilized young man. Secretly admiring despite not knowing each other. Especially when several children came to him, shaking hands one by one.

"Who is he, huh? Is he the njai teacher at the mosque? But it looks so young." Naina is a smooth monologue, her gaze can not be separated from the handsome unpretentious figure at Asep's workplace.

Naina turned away, pretending to play a cell phone when the young man turned to her. Glanced without raising his face, making sure he was still there with the uncle.

"Mang Asep, sorry. That woman over there, what do you know? Who, huh?" asked the young man while pointing at Naina who was bowed to play her phone.

The old Uncle's eyes could not see clearly let alone recognize the figure sitting in front of the store.

"Sorry, Jang. I can't see exactly who was there. In Mamang's eyes it was just like white smoke, not knowing its shape," said Asep explained while smiling unsightly.

The young man nodded his head, continuing to understand the condition of Asep's old eyes that had aged with age.

"Oh, it's okay, Mang. Excuse me, there are a lot of kids. Assalamu'alaikum!" the young man turned around and entered the mosque after Asep answered his greetings.

He glanced back at Naina, hoping that the girl would raise her face before gathering with the children inside the mosque. His breath sounded heavy, a sense of disappointment approached when Naina never showed her face.

Lita's son had just raised his head when the young man's figure had disappeared behind the door of the mosque.

"Lho, Nai! How come, still here? Haven't come home?" the manager who happened to be out of the store.

"Eh, yes, sir. Again waiting for Uncle to finish work," answered Naina while standing from her seat.

"Uncle?" The adult male frowned, hearing the answer of the girl in front of him.

"Yes, Sir. My uncle worked there ... that, who stood there was uncle only. I think he was waiting. Excuse me first, sir. Assalamu'alaikum!" Naina nodded politely before taking her steps across the street to meet the uncle.

He didn't want to expect all the attention the manager gave him. Self-conscious, as well as the place where he should be. Even the man who rejected yesterday had the same rank as him. Naina does not want to feel pain anymore, does not want to be humbled again. Especially about its origin if it is known.

However, the manager who put his heart on him, will not give up to be able to get Naina's heart. He's a one-child widower, divorced from his wife for one thing.

"Why does he avoid every time I talk to him? How can he not avoid it again, huh?" The manager bit her lip, thinking of a way to have a long conversation with Naina.

Ever since Naina first came as an employee, she was already interested in her modesty. Plus a sweet face, and always a friendly smile. His heart was struck by the simplicity of Lita's child.

"Nai! Uncle thinks who, because his face doesn't look." Asep smiled and took Naina to his bike. Do not forget to wear glasses that he always keeps in the seat, and will be removed when about to ride a motorcycle.

Naina's heart was anxious to ask about the young man she had been talking to. The tongue is unable to do so. Too shy to talk about men when he wants to forget all about them. About love is also the promise they give.

"Tomorrow Uncle's off work. Every Friday all workers are laid off. You're okay, aren't you, going alone?" the uncle said.

"Yes. It's nothing, really. Nai, isn't it, it's big. Let's go alone," said Naina did not mind at all.

"You don't have to take this Uncle's bike. Later Uncle between you, yes," said Asep after weighing the decision.

"It's okay, Uncle. Don't need. Let Nai go alone. There are many of these ojek here" replied Naina feeling sorry for the man who was no longer young.

Asep was stunned for a while, for then he nodded. Let Naina learn to be independent first. So that later when they leave him alone, he is used to it and can do everything alone without bothering others.

"Well, a lot of people bought it, Bi. Sampe queue kayak gini, kayak train," said Naina after arriving at the aunt's house and found a queue of shoppers snaking.

"Yes, this. Thank goodness." Aunty receives Naina's hand to shake hands. The girl went inside, put down the bag, and came back out while curling her hair.

"Nai bantuin, Bi. I think it's overwhelmed" Naina said as she folded the rice paper preparing the order.

"That's okay, Nai. You must be tired of just getting home from work. Just take a break, yes," refused Aunt who felt sorry for Naina.

"No, really, Bi. Later if it's done Nai shower continue to rest. Now Nai wants to help Auntie first," Naina wants to help serve the buyer.

Sumiyati smiled, she really admired Naina's kind and humble figure. During their stay with them, never once did the girl bother him. He helped a lot to ease the work.

Naina is not too close to the neighbors around the house because since her arrival to the city, she rarely goes out let alone talk to them. Naina is a friendly, but reclusive girl. Not much to say, but looks diligent. He does not hesitate to say hello when passing by a neighbor.

"Nai, there was a neighbor who wanted to treat you as his son's wife. He said, like you. Yes, I can't answer because it's all your decisive right" Bibi said at night when they had just finished eating.

Hearing the word of proposal, Naina was stunned. Trauma because of rejection and humiliation. Naina lowered her head, the pain she was treating bit by bit came back to light and made her tight.

"Nai, why, son? If you don't want to, Auntie doesn't make it. Aunty just nyampein aja," said Sumiyati while rubbing Naina's back.

The girl sighed, raising her face slowly.

"Sorry, Bi. Nai could not accept it. Nai hasn't thought about it. Later Bibi said it was the same person who wanted to propose to Nai, yes." Naina's eyes glazed over, recalling the last rejection that the lover had done as well as his family. As a result, Naina loses the backrest of life forever.

He stood up and immediately ran to his room. Crying as she recalls the day Lita left her.