Fatma's First Love
Keep Your Eyes Careful

Footsteps sound odd, clashing against the floor unpretentious to each other. A woman entered the headmaster's room. After saying hello and getting permission to enter, Ms. Aris sat on the sofa that had been available to align the body with the Word. The umpteenth time, the woman sighed.

"What's up, sir?" tanyanya slow.

Mr. Jalil glanced briefly at the Word and replied with a question, "Are you really the one who harmed Fatma, Mom?"

His tone sounded unfriendly. The question with a slightly intimidating tone was enough to hit the recesses of his heart. Petrifying, the woman squeezed her interlocked hands together. His feet were shaking, his net staring back and forth like looking for help.

"Say, Miss Aris!" He was surprised to hear the middle-aged man raise his voice. He took a cigarette and lit it. Slowly the smoke billowed into the air, making the room feel claustrophobic.

"Bu-not me, sir," he looked down.

The middle-aged man pulled out his device, Mr. Jalil thrusting in front of Bu Aris. Evidence that could have made the woman die of lice. "This, what?" Telak. Like a chunk of ice rock so big. Her world was broken, the woman now could not escape. His chest felt tight, without him noticing the drop by drop falling down his cheeks.

He repeatedly shook his head, trying to defend himself. However, for some reason his lips were so twisted and stiff that it made it difficult to utter a word. It was as if the dictionary in his brain had breathed. No, it's not my fault!

The instant veiled woman approached the headmaster. He knelt near her. "Please, Sir. That's not my wish, please forgive me!"

He sobbed, stunned with the same position. Then Bu Aris got up and the woman cupped her hands together in front of her chest.

"You did it?!" The man then grumbled.

"I'm sorry to accept you being a teacher here. If it continues like this the image of teachers in this school can go down, and what if other students and students imitate your behavior?" ask him firmly.

Ms. Aris is getting sobbing. "Sa-I also have a reason, sir!" scream that woman.

His eyes were staring at the bitch Mr. Jalil. "Imagine, what if your child has to be operated and the cost is not there? What would you do? How do you feel, Father?!" screams screeching.

The woman stood up. "My adoptive child has a history of leaking heart and should be operated on immediately. I have no cost, sir. I need money, what should I do? Then, there was a man who I thought was kind, at first I thought he would pay his operating expenses, but ...."

The woman breathed a heavy sigh. He looked at the Word who had been silent. "You know when I was happy, Mr Bobby? My son will be healed. I have hope again to continue living. When the doctor diagnosed my son with Ventricular Septal Defect, my world was destroyed ...." The woman chuckled on the back of her cries.

Mr. Jalil just kept quiet, as well as the Word, they watched and listened to the explanation of the poor woman.

"But unexpectedly, the man had ulterior motives. I was ordered to do the plan." The laughter from Bu Aris was heard again.

"Yes the plan, harm Mr. Sabil's son. Fatma." Those words sounded full of affirmation.

Firman stood surprised. His hands clenched with glaring eyes. "Wait, does he know Sabil's father?!" He asked with full affirmation.

Before replying, Ms. Aris laughed at herself. "And do you know about the fate of my life? After doing that, I was threatened with being killed if I leaked their secrets. Funny, my life. It's been an orphan, so another scapegoat. My original goal was just that one time. Seeing my son healed and after that we'll go away from the man's life."

***

After explaining everything, Ms. Aris remains dismissed as a teacher. He was aware that he had plunged his body into the wrong hole.

"I still have to dismiss you, after all you put personal interests before the public interest is not appropriate." That's what Mr. Jalil told him.

The woman with reddened eyes walked out of the principal's room. While passing through the crowd of students and students who were resting, heart-wrenching whispers rang out in his eardrums.

"Oh, is that the teacher who disobeyed Fatma? How much the hell is that? You can't humanize a human!"

"Yes, I didn't expect it to be that low. I guess only students can bully, it turns out that even teachers can look like."

"Say the teacher is an example, but Ms. Aris ...." The students laughed disdainfully. Not once they gossiped Bu Aris denhanynada very spicy.

"Teachers are human too!"

"Not all teachers!"

"Gue's getting scared now."

"Oh yeah, Miss Aria will hear!"

Moments to divert the clear liquid from dripping, Ms. Aris looked at the roof and occasionally wiped it. The sneer after the sneer he received, even though all of that made his chest feel very very tight. They just want to know, not care. "They can only judge without feeling." The woman mumbled softly.

Quickly, he ran into his room. Takes care of the things he has to bring. Wh why? Why did God put this on me?

The woman laughed out her stupidity. "Maybe this is the reply of my spiteful, envious, and foolishness, which is destruction ...."

Ms. Aris looked straight ahead, her gaze blank. "I was stupid, it could have been my selfish nature and the whispers of the devil were able to influence and control me. Like a child who knows nothing. Reliable to commit crimes only for personal gain."

"Do I still deserve to feel the joy of happiness after doing this deed?"

The woman stopped the praying vehicle four were traveling at a moderate speed. After exhaling her heavy breath, the woman entered.

***

Word came out of the headmaster's room with a gloomy face. I don't know, don't ask first. His mind was currently flogging, his gaze blank. Bu Aris' explanation earlier made him feel dizzy. He had to act even though the woman had hurt her lover.

Given the incident earlier, Firman also wondered why Ms. Aris wanted to help the threat case. However, the woman's answer was unexpected. Before replying, Ms. Aris grinned with a clear liquid that carried a pinak in her fertilizer. "Free Mr. Bobby, free. It's too late, you don't have to do anything!"

Firman scrunched his forehead, confused. "What's the matter, Mom?"

Ms. Aris shook her head while looking down. "You know the first reason I agreed to that favor, when there was a condition that I would endanger myself?" Word fell silent. Waiting for the woman to finish her sentence.

"Actually I could have borrowed money, but I agreed because I was jealous of Fatma. I know that you guys .. are married."

Telak. The Word rounded his eyes not believing. Mr. Jalil who had just been silent listening to chimed in.

"Bu Aris knows where?" the middle-aged man asked by raising one of his eyebrows, because as far as it was, the teachers were told nothing but him.

Ma Aris laughed ignoring the principal's question. By gently hitting her chest, the woman said. "I love you, Bobby. I don't want to see you guys happy. So I agreed to those terms!" his screams, the woman rubbed her face rough.

"I love you. You hear?!" Mutely. Word can only look pus forward with a slightly bright mouth. The confession is still ringing in the ear of the Word. Really, it feels like making his eardrum rupture.

After feeling tired the woman said again. "If you want to help me, it's enough not to bring back this matter." He stared with a look of intimidation that made the Word could not dwell.

Fiemany knew that Bu Aris had liked him for a long time, but he did not know that his mistake was fatal. After daydreaming for too long, his nether was scoured all over the school.

His vision senses caught the figure of the occupant of his heart chatting and laughing with Joseph. Seeing that Firmany snorted in annoyance. His wife did not care about his mandate.

****

Day after day Fatma had gone through, the bitter sour sweetness of life had been the innocent girl's arungi. Who would have thought that with him who had not entered for a few days was lying in the hospital, now a handsome young man was standing straight in front of him. Yes, the suspension was over, it was time for the young man to start a new sheet by going back to school. The young man very shrewdly passed the ball to his team, without being able to grab the opponent's foot.

Listen Yusuf is the extracurricular chairman of futsal, from the way he plays the young man does look cool, very suitable to his position. His handsome face does not rule out the possibility that the reason that makes the schoolgirls longing for Joseph.

Unknowingly the girl smiled and cheered in her heart. She would not dare to cheer up as blatantly as other girls. Joseph was different from his three friends, considering that the other day the young man gave him a warning, so Fatma had an idea to buy him a bottle of mineral water.

Without a second thought, the girl headed for the cafeteria. The time of rest has come, no wonder if Fatma must jostle. Her tiny body was carried to and fro by the sea of humans. There were also those who looked at him with pity, dislike, and hate gazes and many other gazes that made him sigh heavily.

I need to get out of here fast. Ignore them Fatma, ignore them!

After finishing the drink, the girl came out of the canteen. On the sidelines, his nether was looking for Joseph's whereabouts. However, the net did not find the young man.

"Ah, is it possible that he went to the cafeteria to buy some water?" his gerrick. However, a few seconds later the net end accidentally caught a young man sitting alone under a shady tree, his sweat dripping increased his good looks. He wagged the top end of his gym clothes because this heart baskara was not ashamed to show its light.

The field that was in the middle of the building made everyone able to look towards him. The little feet came toward Joseph.

"Hi, Brother Yusuf," said cheerfully Fatma, offering Joseph a bottle of drink.

"Exercise is not good if you drink cold, huh?" he continued, chuckling in shame.

Joseph chuckled. Allah, while Fatma was lulled by the good looks of the young man.

Allah, Brother ..You are very handsome. No wonder so many students like you.

"Aren't you scared anymore, are you?" A short daydream of Fatma broke. The girl blinked a few times while rapping on istigfar.

After that Fatma shook her head accompanied by a knotty smile that rose from her sweet lips. "No dong, it turns out that Brother Yusuf is good, have told Fatma even though it is not well." Again the girl pursed her lips.

Joseph laughing. He extended his hand. "I'm sorry, it's time. You're all right, aren't you?"

Fatma looked at the hand department. He froze, until suddenly another hand was seen lowering Joseph's hand before his festive Fatma.

Both the opposite sex were staring at the perpetrator. Annisa was caught in her place. While beside the Word is staring full of warning. Instantly the man's words flashed in his head.

Keep your eyes on the heart don't get near that snot boy again!

"Have I forgotten my words this morning?"

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Pasuruan, July 18, 2023