"Pak Mukadis there is not?" I asked Ferry, the head of the class in class XI IPA 1. "Pak Mukadis there, only he said later that he did not enter. There is a PPL from Untan that will come in. "Ferry replied. "Oh yes deh" I replied briefly.
My name is Nadita Desi Wulandari, familiarly called Nadita or Wulan. If the teacher would call Nadita, but my friend Tia Maulida must call me Wulan. My best friend this one is loyal friend, but rada jorok so deh. I once felt sorry to see Fatur who was given socks by him. I do not know what Tia was thinking at the time. Which I think maybe Tia wrong eating haha.
"Good morning" greeted a man who had just entered my class with a smile that was so charming. "Morning too sir" replied me and my classmates
"Introduce, I am a PPL student who will replace Pak Mukadis in teaching you in the field of Bahasa Indonesia" explained this handsome teacher with a smile
"What's your name? Where is his home? Status? Facebook name? Twitter name? Follow me dong sir "sequential questions that came out of Tia's mouth. "The name of father Aan Sutrisno, father lived in Purnama, others nyaul aja yaa hehe" replied the father. Aan Sutrisno, a funny name I thought. The first time I saw this teacher, I was instantly captivated by his smile. His face is calm, like never knowing about sin. Her skin is white, illustrating how diligently she takes care of herself. How to dress her elegant, yet still looks like a teenager. Ahh how perfect this teacher is.
4 months passed, me and pak Aan pretty familiar too. The reason for our intimacy was that at the time of the lessons I turned into an active, much inquiring student, and he had praised me for the deductive and inductive passages I made. I'm pretty good at speaking, what I remember in her praise is "Well here's her paragraph, there's a writer's talent. Can make short stories? ". I never made a short story before. Then he passed, still accompanied by a beautiful smile.
Today I do not know what at the time of Pak Aan's lessons I was called forward. I walked forward to meet him. "Nadita, you used to write short stories right? There is a short story race, if you are interested you can come. The prize is good too "he explained. I spontaneously answered "Yes sir I will come along, I also have never followed such a race. Only later if not good how sir? I'm embarrassed sir "I replied in a weak tone. "Nothing, then let me help" his comfort. "Thank you very much sir, I sit down first" I replied with a smile. Help? Not bad for pdkt hihi.
Not felt, 6 months passed. The PPL practice period ended. This Monday I think is the worst day ever. I will be apart from the teacher I think I "love". At that time my feelings are very sad, especially when I see my dream teacher taking pictures with other students to immortalize the last moments of teaching in this school. I wanted to approach her, hug her tightly as if she never wanted to leave. But it was a fantasy, I knew all along he had assumed that I was only a student with a language advantage, nothing more. Actually I feel sick, but I have no right to be angry right? I'm just a student! Only students! He's not a hopper, but I'm the one who's hoping to overdo it. Wishing a teacher with that sweet look will repay my love. At the time of separation, I could not meet him. I can not even look at it. Honestly, at that time I wanted to cry. But I hold it, I am ashamed to admit I like a teacher!
The day passes without the presence of a handsome teacher who educates me. I began to forget my love for him, and I realized that I just admired him! Just admire nothing more! I just admire the way he teaches, the way he smiles, his beautiful face, and his friendly attitude towards all the students. I just realized if love and awe are different. It's similar, but not the same. I know the feeling of affection at that moment is only a momentary love that arises because of my admiration. And from this moment on, I do not love her anymore. I just admire it! No more! And I decided not to include my short story in the race because the age limit to follow the short story is 17 years, while I just last December 16