I Love U Honey's
An Unjust Life

Bellova's face was very serious about doing the task that Teacher Sarah had given her. Five fingers on his right hand felt sore when using the pen tightly. His eyes also stared intently at the writing in the reading book. Teacher Sarah watched while drinking mango juice and various fruits prepared by Bellova.

He raised his feet to the table while shaking left and right, while Bellova learned to write by sitting on the floor and using the same table where Sarah's feet were propped up.

“I'm sorry Bu Bellova, my legs are sore and not strong if long-bent,” said Sarah. His voice is very soft and smooth.

“It's okay Ms. Sarah,”Bellova allowed it, and she's also very focused on learning to write printed letters.

‘Just like this he can't. What exactly is he graduating?’

“I'm sorry Mom, have you ever been to school before? Sorry yes no offense.”

“I... I am just a graduate of SD only Kok Bu.” Bellova replied without shame or hesitation.

‘What? Just a graduate of SD? And she could marry Abraham? A perfect guy like him? What did she do to marry him?’

“Ekhem, it seems like your husband is very attentive to you yes.”

Bellova smiled slightly, but did not answer Sarah's words.

‘Did he just smile? But why is he ignoring me?’

‘Well, bodo amateurs! The important thing is that I get paid to teach him.’

“Bu Sarah, I've done it,” Bellova shows her handwriting to Sarah with pride.

Sarah received the notebook, ‘Yeah, ugly once.’

Bellova awaits a positive reaction from her Master.

“Well, how come, for beginners, it's okay. Even though the writing of a child who is still in SD is better handwriting than your writing. But you do not despair, his name is also you are learning right?” satirical Sarah.

“Thank you Miss Sarah.” Bellova smiled again, she assumed it was a true compliment to her.

“Do you want to learn to write again?”

“Iya Ma'am Sarah, I want to learn to write again,” he said with enthusiasm, the pen is also still in his finger clasp.

Lips Sarah smile, ‘Hm, you fool! Do you think you can be smart?’

***

“It's noon, did Mrs Bellova not come to deliver your lunch, Mr Abraham?” Ridwan is getting ready to go out, have lunch.

“No, from now on he doesn't come here to deliver my lunch again,” Abraham is also getting ready to go out, is wearing his jacket.

“Loh, why? You don't fight anymore right?” adley's sela heard.

“What the hell is Dley? Who said we had a fight?”

“No sir, just weird. You will usually wait for your wife to arrive. Is it Ridwan?”

“Betul. This clock must have seen the clock in the hand and often out of the room looking at the front of the office.” Ridwan was aware of his superior behavior.

“My wife is studying. That time he asked to study again, so I made him study at home, Home Schooling.”

“Oh.” Adley and Ridwan nodded simultaneously.

“Learn what Sir? Learn cooking? Sewing or learning to be a good wife?”

“Pft,” Adley chuckles.

Adley and Ridwan are confused, “Learning like in school? But why Mr?” ask Ridwan again.

Abraham saw two of his men one by one, “Well, it was because of his request only. Whatever the reason, as long as I think it is good and useful, I will allow it.”

“But sir, did Madam forget the lessons she learned in school? I think he's young and he hasn't graduated from school for a long time. If he graduated High School at the age of

Adley nudged Ridwan's elbow, gave the code to shut up and glanced at Abraham. Ridwan was silent, not continuing his sentence.

“Isteriku only SD graduates only. He didn't know much about school lessons. But because it has a passion for learning, I support it.” Abraham told about his wife's education. He is not ashamed to say it.

“I asked Arshinta to find a teacher who could teach Bellova. Without inferiority, without physical punishment, without innuendo. Anybody who can teach him patiently.”

“And you have found it?”

“Yes, we met her yesterday, and today is the first day Bellova was taught. I see Bellova likes it, meaning I have to trust that Master.”

“What is the name of the Teacher who taught Mrs Bellova? Male or female?” question from Ridwan.

“He is a woman, and his name is..” Abraham scratched his head to remember the name of the Master who taught his wife a lesson.

Adley and Ridwan look at each other again, “Don't tell me you forgot or indeed you haven't met?” ask Adley.

“He told me his name, but I forgot. Well, I'll ask what his name is. What is clear is that he is the best teacher of Arshinta.”

“Yes, as long as you don't forget your wife's name.” Ledek Ridwan's.

Meanwhile, at Bellova's.

“Bu Bellova, why the writing is worse than the previous one. This writing of yours, so bad as chicken claws, is unreadable. If it's like this, your husband will be disappointed with you.” Sarah saw Bellova's handwriting again.

“I'm sorry Mom. My hands are tight

“Masa is sore anyway. Just wrote 3 sheets but your writing even rocked irregularly. Well, it's easy that Mr. Abraham can be patient waiting for the best results from you.”

“I'm sorry Mom,” Bellova submits her face.

Sarah looked at the clock in her hand, already showing the time of the afternoon.

“Ekhem, your husband is home at what time?”

“My husband? His return is not certain, sometimes night, sometimes afternoon,” replied Bellova raised her face.

“Well, maybe why go home at night, because do not want to see you, uh. excuse me yes, I accidentally talk like that,” Sarah shut her mouth.

Bellova frowned and silently looked at Sarah. But he heard clearly what Sarah said.

“Then, because I have been giving you education for 4 hours, it is time for me to go home, according to the working hours we agreed yesterday.” Sarah stood up, lifting her bag of straps.

“Bu Bellova, can I bring this fruit? Well, if you don't mind?” point it at the fruit on the table. There are apples, grapes and oranges. Still plenty.

“Iya, please just take it Bu,” Bellova please.

“Can you ask for plastic? If you can plastic it is black.”

“Iya, a minute yes, I will get you,” Bellova stand, take black plastic in the kitchen.

‘It's not fair to live this. Lazy people can be luckier than hardworking people like me. He can have a handsome and rich man, even though writing alone is not very good. As for me, already up to the title of Sp.d, even got a husband who is unemployed.’

Bellova has come with some new plastic. Sarah accepted it with a fake smile. All the fruit, without remaining was brought home by Sarah. Bellova was astonished, because she also liked to eat wine. Stupidly he, why must take out all the fruit in the refrigerator. What a pity Bellova.