Waiting for First Love to Return
The School

Tasya went around watching every towering building. But it was not the building that attracted him. The flowers are embedded in each front of the building. Looks beautiful and colorful. The school has a complete and well-preserved collection of flowers.

"Where's my bag? Must have missed the car. Not to be a photo dong." Look for objects that have HP to capture the colorful flowers. But not so photographing beautiful flowers because the bag is left in the car.

"Eh, there's a lot of butterflies." Closer to the collection of flowers that attract colorful butterflies to come.

Tasya went around for a long time. Until the students left the classroom and scattered throughout the school, because the second break has arrived. But many go directly to the school mosque for dzuhur prayer, although fifteen more minutes just entered the prayer time. Some children are kantin, or just hanging out in the garden waiting for the adzan to reverberate. Lazy queer wudhu.

" Hay mbk. What's his name ?" Asked one of the beautiful disciples who was walking with three of his friends. Many people passed by and chose to ignore the existence of Tasya. Only the four of them cared. Greet the new people around them. Tasya is not the type of person who cares about new people. Lazy to greet people who do not know, and there is no interest.

"Hey." Reply Tasya welcomed the greeting, with a sweet smile he was saddening.

"Tasiah. You guys?" Hands out for introductions.

"Guil."

"Eni."

"Rest."

"Diana."

Speak to each student while taking turns shaking hands.

"Who are you looking for? Or is the new teacher here?" Ask them to get along. Maybe the people are easy to get along with.

"Work again look for anyone, again look around. Are you looking for a new teacher?"

They've moved. Now the four of them sit on the long bench of the park. Enjoy the breeze that wiggles beautiful flowers that line up neatly and equally high.

"Yes, mbk. It was two weeks of empty Qur'an maples. He said he couldn't fit it yet. Mbk not interested in the list? I think I entered the criteria. " Obviously the sweet black boy named Diana.

"Huh? The Quran?" Beo Tasya doesn't believe it. Koran teacher? Me? Entering the criteria from where? Inner Tasya laughed. I can't believe the student's assessment.

Maybe because Tasya is now perfectly wearing a wide headscarf, then they judge themselves good at reading the verses of Allah. Though in fact he read the Quran only once a day, even then it was at least two to four pages. It is far from the criteria of the Quran lovers.

"Yes, mbk. Quranic. Old teachers are girls too. Only she chose to follow her husband who moved duties. He said he would open his own temple."

Ah, the lovers of the Qur'an are so? There is always a way to teach the Quran. Always spread the widest benefits. Break off from one path, opening up many others. Where he was always utilizing his ability to teach the Quran. Is it not the best that people learn and teach the Qur'an? Maybe the teacher was one of them.

"Yes mbk. We were comfortable being taught with him. Uh, I'm gonna change." Curse them.

"Wish I could be more comfortable. But not me for sure." Answer Tasya.

"Why do you think? Mbk not interested? His salary is good for me."

Ah, children. Do you know anything about salary? Who does he know the amount of teacher pay? But naturally if the salary of the teacher here is quite high. Because the students are also very much. Plus full teaching hours, from morning to afternoon. Fits dong with his tiredness.

"Nggk. I don't have any skills in that field. Not majors. Later if misteaching, the risk until the afterlife lo." Tasya.

"Emang mbk what graduate? Not from the pesantren?"

"No. I never went to the pesantren. "

"Is that so? But it's easy to get in here. The gatekeeper didn't ask. My brother is also here. Maple MTK." Remembering when he came in. Just press the horn, the door is opened.

Well. The entry is the same, Mr. kepsek. Where might be complicated?

"Owh, um Fahmi's son?"

" Yes, that's it. We went to the mosque first. That's adzan." Their permission when they heard the sight of Adzan dzuhur.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why not join the congregation?" Offering to go together.

"I didn't bring you face." Refusing. Because he did not predict that he would be taken to school. So bring nothing.

"The mosque is provided."

Finally Tasya followed the four disciples to the mosque. The mosque is quite large, although not exactly huge. Because in fact it is not able to accommodate all students here. The prayer is performed twice, the male worshipers are called, only after that for congregational prayers for female students.

Tasya finished ablution with four children he just met. They are very kind and friendly. Walking towards the mosque someone pulled his hands rough, which made him shocked and angry. Almost because they are not ready.

"What the hell? " Tasya protested against the hand that held him. Refuse to follow the person who attracted him.

"Sir Rey. Mr. Reyhan." The four women beside Tasya muttered. Gawking in surprise, then shutting his mouth. Still don't know why the principal pulled the woman's hand. Clearly the rules here. There is a distance between the ikhwan and the akhwat that cannot be broken. Can't hold.

Heard her husband's name called. Tasya looked at the person who carelessly pulled his hand violently. Until he almost fell because he was not ready to get a sudden pull.

Tasya saw her husband's hardened face. Highlight sharp eyes. Not like Reyhan who usually accompanies him. Reyhan's hand is his bag. It makes Tasya afraid of herself.

"Where are you from?" Reyhan asked coldly, highlighting Tasya who stood misbehaving due to the attention of many people. Reyhan moved his hand, hinting at the four children accompanying Tasya to leave.

"Emmm.... I'm.." Answer Confused Tasya. Not confused what to answer. Just afraid to see the foreign look of her husband.

"Say want to wait in the car, or in the office. It's gone without permission, hp left again. What the hell do you want?" Enraged Reyhan with breath going up and down.

"Sorry. I was just looking around...." Tasya's reason with his head lowered. Shame is what he felt. If this were to happen at home, it probably wouldn't make it this nervous and stuffy. Although all the students had entered the mosque, but lined the window watching. Tasya is embarrassed. First came to her husband's school, uh even so this spectacle.

"Why was he left behind? I'm confused looking for you. I've been going around and wondering no one knows, I'm worried baby. Afraid of anything happening to you. You've never been here." Reyhan's voice began to soften. Touching Tasya's face reddened in embarrassment became a spectacle. He couldn't have done more in this school, let alone in front of his students.

"Sorry."

Ah lebay. How many hours have I not seen him angry. How did it disappear for a few days? What's there to try?

"Don't repeat it again. "

Tasya just nodded his head of promise.

"Ni hp you. Many times the calls were missed. If you really intend to work online, do not stay away from HP. Look, prospective buyers are running away that's how you do it." Handing over the phone with the bag.

Justright. There were many missed calls from the number that had called him earlier. Tasya frowned in wonder. Is he not a prankster? Read the number message.

"Assynolajet. Is this true with Tasya cake & bakery? I would like to order a medium brownie cake . Deliver on Sundays eleven o'clock in the lake x. Not receiving delivery by courier."