The charm of the Teacher Mother
Postings

Pattimura High School

Today is Melinda's picket day. He and several other teachers were in charge of guarding the school gates. As always, if any teacher or student were to arrive late, they would record and even ban entry if it was already so late.

“Bu, it's half-eight. We'd better close the gate,” said a male teacher named Johan. The man had been looking quite attentive to Melinda ever since Melinda first came to the school.

"Yes nih .. I also have to enter class 12 B,” said Melinda later.

Hearing Melinda's words, Johan looked confused. All he knows is that today's 12 B class is a sports lesson, so why did Melinda fill it up?

“It's not Sandra's Mom's watch, is it? Sporting. Why did Ms Melinda come in?” ask Johan to make sure.

“Oh .. This morning my Sandra WA Mother. He said he asked for a change of hours because he had to take his son to the airport first this morning. So I came in this morning, Mr. ..” explains Melinda who has locked the gate. He then handed over his key son to the guard.

"Oooh .. clock exchange. Yes, already then. Let's go back to the teacher's room, Ms. ..," Johan asked later.

Melinda nodded and walked next to her co-worker Johan. Ordinary things that of course do not need to be exaggerated. Other teachers who are on guard and have finished their duties also enter the classroom or just return to the teacher room.

No exception Melinda who just went to class 12 B after taking her bags and textbooks in the teacher's room. Incidentally, today he only entered in two classes. Classes 12 B and 12 E. Class 12 E itself will only enter after the first break later.

“Good morning kids!” greet Melinda after she put her textbook on the table.

Seeing Melinda's presence, some of the children looked confused. However, they answered Melinda's greetings as usual.

“Good morning, Mom ...,” say they are compact.

“Thank you.” Melinda smiled and sat down at the teacher.

Before Melinda could explain, some children raised their hands because they wanted to ask something.

“Iya, what's up?” melinda asked as she looked at the children.

“Bu, isn't this morning Ms Sandra's sports hours? Didn't Sandra's mom come in?” ask a female student who Melinda remembers named Susan.

“Yes, sorry before. But this morning, Sandra's mom asked me to change the lesson time. Sandra's mother has business and just returned to school at ten. So, Mother who entered this morning,” explained Melinda to all 12 B grade children who have been wearing blue sports clothes.

“Oooo ...,” say children in unison.

Melinda's eye beads scanned every child in the class. Then, he felt something was lacking. Melinda knew there were some kids who weren't in the class, but she didn't know anyone.

However, before Melinda could ask, one of the female disciples raised her hand again.

“Iya?”

For a moment Melinda thought then shook her head. “Not necessary, yes. It doesn't matter if you're already wearing sports clothes. No need to bother!” melinda said with her usual sweet smile.

“Thank you, Mom ...,” said the kids in that class were almost in unison again.

The lesson will soon start Melinda. He opened the absent book and then called the names of his students from the first alphabetical order. Until finally he reached the name Bramasta and there was no answer from the figure.

Melinda set her eyes on the classroom and could not find Bramasta there. The young man who drove him home yesterday by car.

“Bramasta no?” ask Melinda to make sure. Any idea the young man was still in the cafeteria or on the toilet and someone saw him.

“Nothing, Mom! Since morning I have not seen it,” said one of the boys and approved also by some other children.

“Good. Did anyone get a message from Bramasta? WA or DM?” ask Melinda before determining if the child is alpa.

The children in the room were silent and just looked at each other. They shake their heads and shrug their shoulders.

Melinda decided to give alpa because indeed no one knows where Bramasta is currently. Then he continued to pass on the next child. And apparently, there were three children who did not enter that morning.

After the absence, the lesson begins. Melinda asked the children to open an Indonesian textbook and heard a little explanation from her about the interview. Then he asked all students to model job interviews in pairs.

For a moment, Melinda had a free hour. He chose to open HP and saw the possibility of Bramasta sending a message for him. However, there was nothing like Melinda expected.

“Where is the boy? No news ... does it often like this, huh?”

In Melinda's daydream, a girl then approached the teacher's desk and patted Melinda's back.

“Bu?” call again. Apparently the boy had called several times, but Melinda did not give a response.

“Eh? I-yes, San. What's up?" melinda finally listened.

“Bu .. I think I know where Bramasta is going. This is Bramasta's post about five minutes ago, ma'am. She was in her mother's grave ..” whispered Susan who apparently did not want to be heard by the other classmates.

Melinda saw Susan's Instagram view. It is true that there is a photo of a tombstone and a man's hand with the symbol of love with a finger. In the top left corner, Melinda can see the account name ‘Brmsta’ which most likely belongs to her student's child.

“Thank you, San. But, Bramasta there is no confirmation of the same mother, meaning Bramasta is alpa. Unless he turns it on directly with Mom. Now, you're back to work on my assignments, yeah. Don't play HP again.”

It made Susan scratch her head. Because of what he stirred, it even affected him who was caught playing HP while the lesson was still going on.

“He he he .. well, Bu ...”