The Secound Choice's
Forty Nine
"What's your mama tired of, son?"
"Alhamdulillah, Om. Papa's mom is good and healthy. They're in Japan for the next few months."
"Is your mom and dad sick?" mama Juna who heard directly joined their conversation. The beakbaya demonstration knew exactly where the Marchel family health qibla was.
"No, Tan. Papa and mama are just on vacation and there are small business matters there." replied Giandra smiling.
"It turns out you guys already know, Syifa also never told mama!" ask mama Syifa
"We've known you for a long time, Auntie. From social media. Long time to say eh .. once the status update is in Makassar yes I am just samperin." explained Giandra, who was not involved in the project, papa Adzka mangosteen heard the young man's explanation but the view that is difficult to interpret always he pointed to Syifa
"Hm ... Can I take Syifa around, Om?" giandra asked a bit awkwardly
Papa Adzka's response was rather slow, making Giandra and Syifa a little tense.
"Syifa's grandmother and grandfather were also people here. Indeed he has not visited for a long time, anyway ...."
"Yes, he's gone there. Please bring auntie's son. Don't fuck with him! Syifa is not a woman!!" papa Adzka's answer was interrupted by the words of his wife who could not be denied and did not dare to object anyway.
Mama Juna held the arm of her husband who was staring at her in a row.
"OK on, Ma. Pa. Syifa go first." Syifa kissed the backs of her parents' hands and they moved further away leaving behind a couple who seemed like this time was not one thing.
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"If anyone's looking for me, please tell me I'm not home."
"That means sari's lying dong, Mba!"
"No! I am leaving soon too. So, you're not lying" said the girl in the light blue headscarf
The motor that he has turned on the engine is ready to drive it wherever he wants to origin well driven.
"Where is Yoli going?!" sari asked a little screamed because Yoli had driven his 125 cc bike.
Yoli just waved her hand and smiled raising the glass helmet she was wearing. Sari could only return the wave and turned back inside the house to continue her work.
Yoli carefully drove the bike at medium speed towards the place he must visit.
A few minutes on the highway, the red-black motorbike entered the dirt road. Several frangipani trees line up growing among the waqf soil.
Yoli said greetings and some sunnahs that his religion taught while on the grave pilgrimage.
A headstone bearing the name of the person he loved the most was wiped with the water he brought, various colors of flowers he spread throughout the grave.
"sam ... Yoli's coming. Is Grandma happy there?" it was as if he was having a dialogue with someone who was no longer as deep as him.
For half an hour the girl stayed there. Yoli did not taste at all spooky, probably because of his deep longing, although there are no settlements around.
Finally the girl left the funeral and drove back on her motorcycle, this time wearing a jacket that she had put in the trunk of the motorcycle.
Spending an hour of travel, Yoli finally arrived at the school gate. The girl spurred her bike back after security opened the gate.
"Yes, the teacher. Welcome." replied the security dressed all in blue.
Just now Yoli parked his motorbike some children in scout uniforms ran up to him and rushed to embrace the slim body.
"Mother! We miss!" they say almost simultaneously
"Mother is the same, baby. How are you guys?" yoli replied smilingly looking at them one by one
The problems he experienced seemed to disappear just like he had a conversation with the students and teachers where he worked first. It has become a mandatory thing, If there is a chance to go home to Yoli village will definitely not forget to come to school forging him to become a teacher.
While busy chatting the school bell rang, a sign that the teaching and learning process will soon begin again.
"My hours are in 6th grade. Do you want to replace me today, son?" ask the headmaster's mother who was also Yoli's teacher
"Can, Mom?" ask Yoli enthusiastically. The lady in her fleshy stature nodded and smiled
Yoli also took a book given by the headmaster's mother.
"Try to teach them the easiest formula like many circulating on the internet now, hopefully they can catch it quickly and tomorrow I live to learn from you" said the headmaster laughed, saying, mathematics that was once terrible and notoriously difficult, the more the times become easier with the discovery of new ways.
Yoli cheerfully walked out of the room that read 'office' while hugging the hefty book. While saying greetings, Yoli entered the class with a boisterous reception from students who had been his care first.
An hour and a half was running out without feeling heavy, only half an hour left for the lesson to be finished. The classroom door was knocked by the headmaster's mother and Yoli walked over to the mother.
Before Yoli asked, the principal's mother first told him what he had come there.
"Your husband!" heed
"Yoli didn't let my husband come here??" asked the mother with a probing glance, Yoli just smiled without answering the question
"It can't be like that, it's not good. Go meet him, go home! She also just saw me ride the motorcycle." said the headmaster.
"But ... Not done yet, ma'am." elak Yoli
"Ck! I'm home there!"
"Thank you, Mom. Yoli is home. Assalamu'alaikum." Yoli kissed the back of the unsung hero's hand and left the class hesitantly
Yoli squeezed her finger, nervous and confused. What he had to say was the face of the man who was still in his heart.
The sturdy body of a man with long sleeves seemed to stand behind him, Yoli's heart was increasingly confused between wanting to run away or run away and embrace him.
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