Be My Wife
Specialty track

Adrian returns to the teacher's room with Retha's empty bag and puts it on the table.

“Pantesan earlier in the canteen did not see Mr. Haidar, it turns out that Mr. brought stock yah.” Said Ms. Astri. “the bag is very funny pink, the same as my favorite color. Looks like we're a match, sir. How about tomorrow I bring provisions for Mr Haidar?” bargain later.

“No need to bother, Mom. This brought provisions because it happened to leave in a hurry, not to eat breakfast.” Reject Adrian politely.

“Not bothered at all if for Mr. Haidar. What do you like to eat? I bring it tomorrow. I am a special masakin for Mr. Haidar.”

“No need, Mom. Thanks.” Refused again.

“Bu Astri has been rejected kok yo still aja mepet. Mr. Haidar does not want it, do not be forced.” Sindir Bu Ratmi who passed both.

“Iya actually said Bu Ratmi's. Later Mr. Haidar even not at home in school we continue to go out how? My dong loss so can not see the handsome face of Mr. Haidar. Kan must often see Mr. Haidar so that my son will be handsome like Mr.” Connect Bu Lia while stroking her stomach.

“Bu Lia can make jokes.” Adrian.

“The mothers are on shirik aja because they can not deketin Pak Haidar, already in marriage anyway. So let me try, there is a soul mate. Is it Mr Haidar?” said Ms. Astri.

“Udah Bu Astri do not disturb Mr. Haidar continue, mother's schedule is now in tenth grade. Come there with me.” Take Miss Lia.

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief after the departure of Bu Astri and other mothers. Miss Astri, beautiful but unattractive in Adrian's eyes. The teacher room at the last hour like this tends to be quiet, only he and Mr. Samsul who are making coffee back there while the others have gone home first after their teaching hours are up.

“Ngopi first before going home Sir.” Said Mr. Samsul, the thick mustachioed sports teacher did not return to his desk but took a seat next to Adrian's table and sat there.

“Iya Sir please, I do not copy.”

“Cigarette?” next Mr. Samsul took out a cigarette and ignited it, a puff of smoke immediately poured out there. “the most delicious abis ngajar ngopi equally smoking before going home.”

“Neating too?” guess when Adrian did not touch at all the cigarette packs he offered.

“Used to smoke but now it is not Sir.” Answer Adrian.

“Oh. How have you been here three days, not at home?”

“Still learning the same environmental adaptation Pak.”

“Which environment? What student is the teacher?” ledek Pak Samsul's. “Looks like Bu Astri like the Father. Golden opportunity sir, don't be wasted. Rarely did he chase after the teacher, usually pursued continuously. You know the English teacher is the same eleventh grade math, the fans weigh their Astri bu tuh. But Madam Astri is not welcome. Mumpung Bu Astri chasing Mr. Mending in received just like not like, many fortunately.”

“Well that's precisely Sir, because Mr. Nyari's work must nerima Bu Astri. I want to be a teacher, right? Pacarin Bu Astri, guaranteed the path of the Father so the teacher remains open wide and smoothly, as Miss Astri is her son Mr. Headmaster. Consider it a special path, than others want to be a permanent teacher only have to pay.”

“Pay?” Adrian was quite surprised to hear that. It turns out that not only manipulating finances, the recruitment of teachers in schools owned by the foundation was not healthy.

“Pay to whom, Sir? Is not the determination of the teacher face-to-face adjusted to the ability of each teacher?” tanyanya.

“That's the theory, the practice is pay sir. Quite expensive anyway but related is the same result that we can, if already so teacher still ntar also behind capital.”

“Bapak also used to pay to be a teacher stay here?’ ask Adrian.

Mr. Samsul blew his puff of cigarette smoke then sipped coffee, “I'm an old man, don't pay. I was a permanent teacher before I got a new principal.”

“Terus why you even alerted me through a special path all?”

“Because I see you are quite competent. Honey, if you're nervous about other teachers, the school needs people like you. I go home first well, sometime we continue the story.” Pamit Pak Samsul while patting Adrian on the shoulder.

Adrian pensively looked at himself in the teacher's room, looking at the dozens of empty benches in the room. Thinking of the most effective and efficient way to improve his family's foundation. “nothing I've been dizzy first, I think I need an assistant so chepet kelar ngebersihin this school.” Adrian lirih.

“Abang no need to clean, already have a janitor.” Said Retha standing behind him.

“Bikin is in shock! If you go to the teacher's room, say hello to the polite cake. Play slonong! Why here?”

“Buset Mr. Haidar ngegas. Don't forget dong, Bang. I had a bit of a frenzy before entering earlier, there was no one so just go straight in. Eh Mr. Haidar even again talking to himself.” Ledek Retha's.

“Gue again dizzy thinking this school. Buruan did you come here to do what?”

“Kayak teacher really so think of school, whereas Bang Ian martial-bout here just follow me. Let me see you every day.” Led again.

“Retha!”

“Canda, Bang. Want to take a bag of provisions doang.” Retha took his lunch bag from Adrian's table. “kalo is not taken home can happen riot. It's an object that could cause a world war, Bang.”

“Bo do very, I don't nanya. Tomorrow bring more supplies!”