The charm of the Teacher Mother
The Senior Teacher

Melinda leaned her body on the soft sofa in the teacher's room. Having just had his first day of teaching, he already felt so overwhelmed. Apparently teaching High School children is very different compared to he used to be who likes to provide tutoring to elementary school and junior high school children.

The lesson time is still 30 minutes away. However, Melinda was unable to return to class and continue her studies.

Actually they are smart children, but the class of 30 children was so crowded, that Melinda had to spend extra energy to just explain the lesson in front of the class.

"Ibuuuu .. please give your son this power. Not even a day Melinda's voice was hoarse like this ..," said Melinda who was leaning and raised her face up, staring at the hanging fan.

Melinda's own mother came home 10 years ago. Melinda's parents are SD teachers who are very dear to their students. Based on that, Melinda intends to become a teacher who is also loved by her students like her mother.

"Mother Melinda? What are you doing here? The hours of class 12 E are not finished yet, right? It was her student at the cafeteria, loh ...," said a female teacher who may be in her early 40s.

Hearing this, Melinda got up from her seat.

"Seriously, Mom?" melinda did not believe it. Aren't the kids in the class smart and accomplished kids? Why go to the cafeteria when there is no break bell ringing yet?

"Well, yes ... Siska, Ayunda, and Mirna were .. 12th graders E, right? Another table in the canteen." Rahayu's mother made sure again. "So, gih!"

Hearing the order, Melinda could only nod then sprint away from the office space. Arriving in the school hallway, Melinda's steps came to a halt. He did not even know where the school cafeteria was. Fortunately, there was a father sweeping near there. Without lingering any longer, Melinda approached the fathers.

"Sorry, Sir! Where's this school cafeteria, huh?" asked Melinda in a hurry.

The man who was busy sweeping earlier, dropped his broom in surprise at Melinda's sudden presence.

"Jeez, Neng ... You are shocked atuh ..," he said while stroking the chest several times. "I report to the teacher, if you take me again!" exclaimed the man, who apparently did not know that Melinda was a teacher there.

"Eeemmm .. I'm a teacher, sir. Before, I apologized for surprising you, but I need to know where this school cafeteria is located" said Melinda who said it more subtly.

"The cafeteria is on the third floor" the man said hesitantly. Her gaze continued to observe Melinda from head to toe. "You don't joke, yeah ... why do students wear clothes like this go to school?" search again.

"Yes .. because I'm not a student, sir. I'm a teacher here. Today I teach. Hello yes, sir. My name is Melinda!" Melinda lowered her head once and left the father who could only scratch his head.

Melinda started to climb the stairs. After reaching the top with fatigue, he saw the school cafeteria that was so neatly arranged. The look of the canteen is not like the row of restaurants in the mall. Melinda blinked her eyes a few times, to make sure that what was before her right now was real.

"Uwow .. This canteen? Much different from Mbok Ira canteen in my High School first ..," muttered Melinda still fascinated.

"Hi, Deck! What do you want to eat today? We have a new menu, loh ... The name is Hell-level Mad Chicken Rice!" look for a handsome man who is standing next to Melinda.

The presence of the man made Melinda flinch in shock. His daydreams were broken and he fell back to reality.

"Eh? E-nothing. I'm not a jackass" said a nervous Melinda half-dead at the sight of the figure's presence.

"Alright, Brother. What do you want to eat? There is also a baby meatball. It's even upgraded with more varied child stuffing!" the light of the man again.

"Gatcha!" melinda said when she saw the three targets eating at one of the tables that were somewhat sheltered.

"Sister, what do you want to order?" asked the man, he began to force.

"Ish, Brother! I don't want to eat—mau anyway .. but later—I'm here to pick up the three kids." Melinda pointed towards the three figures earlier. "His son .. is still my lesson time, they even play here."

Before the man could stop Melinda, Melinda had already stepped forward towards the three students he was looking for.

"What to eat, huh?" melinda asked in her usual voice.

"Bakso, lah. You didn't see?"

"Yes. It's clear gini ...," said the others again.

Brak!

Melinda kicked the table and made a round meatball for one of the children, jumping out of the bowl.

"I see! But, do you know, if my lesson isn't over yet?" melinda asked with a tone of voice that began to climb up.

The three children raised their heads to see who had been bothering to eat them.

When their gazes met, it was Melinda's turn to hold her breath. The three students before him were not from the 12th grade E. None of them Melinda knows.

"Eh?"

"Lu who, bye? We don't know."

"A-this isn't a break hour. Why are you here?" ask Melinda who has been held responsible. Be ashamed, you are ashamed.

"We're from Class 11 C, brother. Swimming hours, but we don't follow. Still coming month" said another more calm child.

Melinda shuts her mouth. "It's not class 12 E, is it?"

"Not."

She turned back and left the girls. The shame reached the ends of the hair. Tired of going up to the third floor, wrong people anyway! Really shit.

"Basar guru jahil .. definitely deliberately usilin me, yaaaaa ...." Melinda clenched her fists and went back down to the first floor. He still has class and even preoccupies himself with things that are unclear. "Aparent, the hell ...."