The charm of the Teacher Mother
A Glass of Cold Water

Melinda placed a tray with a glass of cold water on the patio table. There was Rangga, who had brought him home. Melinda was just talking about asking the young man to stop by. Rangga actually stopped by and made him have to entertain like this.

“Why bother, Mom? In my car there is also a cold drink..” said Rangga who did not know if his teacher to entertain like this.

Hearing that remark, Melinda simply smiled as she hugged her tray back.

“This is a habit ... if there are guests, must be treated to water ...,” said Melinda who felt a little sorry for having to give up the last portion of syrup in her refrigerator.

“Oh .. then, thank you, Bu.” Rangga took the glass that Melinda had just placed and then sipped the contents.

Before Rangga finished drinking, Melinda sat on the empty terrace guest chair.

“Why are you so sure that Erin who put ke—means those animals in your bag, Ga? Do you have a good reason? Could have, right ... there are other children who do it ..” asked Melinda, who actually also felt if Erin had the opportunity to do it.

Before answering his teacher's question, Rangga shuddered amusedly. “Yes who else, Mom? Only Erin got into that class, right? When else will someone come in and do it?” ask Rangga later.

“But we have no proof.” Melinda recalled what the security chief had done. “We'd better talk to the head of security. Otherwise, he'll continue to ruin your existing record. What if it turns out, Erin already knows many things?” melinda asked with the thoughts she got through the various films she often watched.

“Hah? What mother mean? Know many things how?”

“Ah, no. I just thought that maybe Erin knew she wouldn't be found out. All students will know, if in all classes there is CCTV. The time he dared to sneak like that?” ask Melinda later.

Rangga. What his teacher said became even more terrifying. So far, he has never been able to prove that Erin is related to the bad luck that she often experiences.

“Bu .. I want to tell you something. You want to hear, don't you?” ask Rangga to make sure.

Actually Melinda wants Rangga to come home soon. Not good if seen by neighbors, especially Rangga still uses SMA uniforms.

“Ga, you better go home. Not good enough here. Where in the house again no one ...,” Melinda whispered. It's really not delicious.

“It looks like Mom was right ... if I stay here later, we could be the new gossip material ...,” said Rangga who just stood up and prepared to leave.

“Ga! Sorry, yes ...,” said Melinda again. Not good, but no other choice.

“Not a problem, Mom. It was also very late afternoon. It's time for me to go home. Thank you for the drinking water ...” said Rangga then gave a smile to his teacher. The real teacher was not the figure Rangga expected to appear in his class.

After Rangga's death, Melinda directly drip the rest of his student's drink earlier. Melinda brought the empty glass back into the house and began sweeping the rented floor before the magrib came.

If you are not lazy, Melinda will go to the nearest mosque to perform worship. But if lazy hit, he will only worship in his room only.

Looks like tonight Melinda will worship at home. The rain made him even more mager. After all, women are advised to worship at home only, right?

***

The swift rain that fell that night, made Melinda even more unsettled. At this time he just lay in his room looking at the glass window that showed the wind outside.

Melinda recalled, what kind of figure Erin was. The girl who looked plain and shy. Especially when talking to him and the other kids in class. I don't know why he was in that class. Classes with the majority of them contain chatty girls.

“First, he said again watch the kids club swimming practice. Then it was corrected .. said he wanted to join the swimming club. Did he forget that third graders were being asked to cut back on their training schedules? This morning, I was caught in class. The school rules are pretty clear about that. This child must be nothing ..” muttered Melinda increasingly curious.

Thinking about it, Melinda finally fell asleep. He could not fight his drowsiness, let alone the weather that night was very cold and supported him to sleep better.

There must be something with Erin. Melinda was determined to find him. Good or bad, it must have something to do with Rangga. Swimming club and cockroaches in Rangga's bag.

Not wrong anymore ....