Let Me Fall in Love
1. Ami Blanket

"name Selena. 26-year-old graduate of the University of Cambridge. Financial consultant work in___" Leo explained in detail the contents of the fourth CV file he read. Not a recruitment to find a new secretary candidate, but a selection for Akbar's future girlfriend, his boss. The initiative was not from Akbar. Except for Akbar's mother. Given the eldest at the age of 33 years, still do not have a wife.

Akbar lazily listened accompanied by a long yawn. It feels like being read a fairy tale maybe. Until the effect of drowsiness. Four CV files were read by Leo and he just opened sheet by sheet with a glance. Wanting to argue with his assistant's shoulder to end the presentation. But considering Sarmila's ultimatum, beloved Mama who repented at this time breakfast. Want to not want him to be mangosteen because surely Leo must report to Mama Mila.

"Next..the name is Loly." Leo handed the fifth file to Akbar. While he will read from the tab in his lap. There are still about eight stacks of unopened files.

"Ah, sleepy me. It was just that Mama nanya, again selected. Lo why must bacain one by one everything. Work at the table stacked. This is not an important presentation." Akbar is upset. Choosing to change position to be supine on the sofa of his study, without guilt.

Leo sighed. “Bar, if not the duty of Aunt Mila, I also ogah times. You know, Aunt Mila until she whispered, she said maybe Akbar had a boyfriend. Everyone has a girlfriend, nothing lasts long. I replied maybe yes maybe no,” he said accompanied by a free laugh until satisfied. At the time when the two are like now he and Akbar behave like friends, putting aside authority.

Akbar woke up from his sleep. He snorted annoyed. Since severing ties with Vero who is Mama Mila's choice, she has not yet had a boyfriend. More living in Singapore take care of the family companies there who are in bankruptcy. In the space of two more years, the company is slow but certainly healthy. Just two months ago he returned to his own company in Jakarta. The one left behind is entrusted to Leo, his best friend and assistant.

“Eh, make no mistake. I'm saying singles are a choice not a fate. Why the marriage rush just to avoid the question every Lebaran asked when the marriage. If only pursuing the status of doang, an Akbar Pahlavi Bachtiar just point fingers want a beautiful girl from among what circles, models or singers or children of conglomerates in this country. That shallow. But I have great respect for the sanctity of marriage. Mending so JOMAT first met the girl who clicked with heart.” Obviously Akbar without load.

“What is jomat?!” Leo frowned. He gulped down the remaining coffee in his glass while looking at Akbar.

“Jomat, single honoured. The term of the Ami. By the way, how's Ami doing now? High School maybe? Still no centile huh?” Akbar spoke to himself with sparkling eyes. Suddenly remembered the narcissistic boy who, with a big smile, seemed to have two sweet dimples. He immediately searched Ami's contact number. Suddenly wanted to contact him. Several times he was contacted, his number was inactive.

“Ami's number is inactive. Change number possible yes.” Akbar was disappointed. Throw with the origin of the smartphone with the logo of the bitten apple to the side of his seat.

“Replace number of times. Ask for Rama. Want me to callin?” Fresh Leo. Prepare to open the screen of his phone.

Akbar shook his head. “No need. Tomorrow the agenda to Lake all the friends to Enin the same stop by the Dapoer Mother's restaurant. Kangen the same menu all the same friends with Bu Sekar. I met Ami too.”

Leo nodded. “So how is this? Want to continue with the presentation of candidate Madam Akbar noah? I'll be in court with Aunt Mila if I don't give you a pleasant report.” He returned to the discussion of the selection of prospective girlfriends.

“Select to make lo aja. You want to add a bini, right?” Akbar smiled grinning. He got up from his seat and opened his coat.

“Semprul you. Here I am not going to run out.” Leo's circus with a grunt. He married his girlfriend, Tasya, a year and a half ago. His wife is three months pregnant.

Akbar simply responded with a laugh. He loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves up to the elbows.

“Lo where are you going? We continue to discuss the project aja.” Leo frowned seeing Akbar as if he was going to leave. While some files on the table, scattered messy.

“What the hell, so possessive. I want a deposit. Want to nemenin, baby?” Akbar poked Leo's chin with a blink of an eye.

“Amit-amit baby jabang.” Leo shuddered and rubbed his chin and acted like he was vomiting. He throws Akbar's back walking towards the bathroom door with a sofa cushion. Akbar responded with a laugh.

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Huft, relief. Ami rubbed his stomach after urinating which had been held since in class. Arrested for completing Indonesian language review. Now the girl in a gray white uniform is walking quickly to her class, class X MIPA 3. Because it's time to change the lesson hours. Last lesson, Biology.

“Mi, Mr. Yaya will not be in. There's a sudden obstacle. And there's no duty. Instead of boring, we're a concert yuk, Mi!” Said Marga who stood outside the classroom door as if deliberately waiting for the arrival of Ami.

“Gasss.” Ami flicked his finger and invited Marga in.

“Guys, Mr. Yaya is not in. While waiting for the hour to come home, we just concert so as not to sleepy. Ready, guys?” the cry of Ami who was standing in front of the white board gave the command.

“Gass!” compact classmates are vocal. Everyone knew what kind of concert Ami meant. You could say there is no Ami no rame. Because the students who choose the bench in the third and last row are good at uniting all students one class without any grouping alias genk-genk like those in other classes. Whether the parents are rich or ordinary, the son of a government official or the son of a fry seller, they all blend in and get along.

“What song, Mi?” yelled Vino who was ready to hit the table.

“Song Chrisye aja title Schoolboy. Come on choir parts, search for lyrics on Mbah!” Ami received a sweep of the injuk from his friend. Because he stood in front of being the leader in singing. The broom is used as the mic.

“OK, get ready! Camera...roll...action.” cried Marga who became sexy documentation.

Not that I'm not interested

With your word of seduction

When your eyes glanced

I'm into you

Every time you spit

Trembling feeling in the chest

I want to whisper love

But this heart is ashamed

You're still a schoolboy, a high school

Not on time yet 'to be so-so

The schoolchildren are coming back

Two or three more years

Cheerfully, Ami and ten others who were huddled on the front bench, sang together. There are two people who are shy. Others just watch from their respective benches. But then the voice became silent for a moment. Leave Ami who is still singing spirit in front of the class, continue singing solo.

Wo-wo-wo-wo

Ah-ya-ya-ya-yes, yeah-yes

Wo-wo-wo-wo

Ah-ya-ya-ya-ya, Mr. Yaya

Ami giggled because he parroted the last word with the title na

ma is a biology teacher and his homeroom teacher.

Not getting an answer, but instead everyone looked down and held back a laugh. From the back bench where he was sitting, he saw his compatriot pointing with his chin towards the door. He looked to the left and was surprised.

“Eh, there's Mr. Yaya.” Ami nodded and smiled. He immediately ran while carrying a broom of the injuk.

“Where are you, Rahmi? Back here!” Mr. Yaya called Ami who was already sitting on his stool.

Ami according. While walking, place a pinch on each shoulder of friends who passed him because it was compact to let the sniff by the teacher. He stood beside Mr. Yaya.

“Rahmi aka Ami Blanket, you know now whose lesson, right?” Mr. Yaya folded both hands on the chest. This is semester two. As a homeroom teacher, he already knew all the students of class X MIPA 3 which amounted to 34 people. Including Rahmi, who is famous for her famous name Ami duvet, is a smart student with a rank one. And last month represented the school to become the champion of one High School silat match and the equivalent of East Priangan.

“Know, Sir. Now the lesson of Father. But said Marga, I did not enter, there is an obstacle. So instead of drowsiness, we sing, sir.” Ami honestly. Then looked at Marga with a sharp look that seemed to be a grin.

"Yes, the wildlife!” Threatening Ami implied from her muscles.

“Price, go forward! you and Ami are standing next to the white board!”

Ami felt quite happy because Marga was also punished.

“You two stand for two hours of lessons, except can answer the questions of the Father, can sit.” Resolute Mr. Yaya.

Ami and Marga simultaneously nodded.

“Inquiry about Animalia. Who can answer faster, raise your hand.” Mr. Yaya fixed the position of his glasses before giving a question. “Jellyfish include what animals and explain its features.”

Ami quickly raised her hand with confidence. “Jellyfish including animals Coelenterata. It has a multi-celled body, tentacles, no anus. To breed, the animal goes through the life phase of the sual ache as a polyp or bud attached to the sea floor, and ses sual as a free-swimming medusa.”

“You can sit!” Said Mr. Yaya. That means Ami's answer is correct.

Ami nodded and smiled with relief. Placing his head towards Marga while sticking out his tongue.

“Price, one more question. If you can't answer, stand here!” Tegaas Pak Yaya's.

And in fact, Marga could not answer questions from Mr. Yaya. As a result, he received cheers from his classmates and had to stand until the end of the lesson.

The final lesson bell rings. Time home. Classes are also starting to get rowdy by******relief from the mouths of some students.

“Kids, briefly. I forgot to announce.” Mr. Yaya asked for the attention of all the students who were cleaning the textbooks into the bag.

The mood returned. “Tomorrow there will be guests to our school. Intentionally invited by the committee. He is the biggest donor of our school. A young CEO from Jakarta. The owner of the Seruni hotel in Lake City. He would say hello in one class at each level. And for class X is represented by our class. Keep the cleanliness and compactness of our class! Let it always be an exemplary class.” Obviously ended his lesson hours.

“Ready, Sir.” Sahut all students with compact.

Mr. Yaya left class first. Marga walked downstairs to his chair. And got a laugh of his countryman.

“Ga, how does it feel to eat weapon sir?” Ledek Ami who then waved left the classroom, did not wait for Marga's reply. He went hand in hand with Zaskia, his friend.

“Kia, go home with me. Later usherin until the front of the red light yes.” Ami always offers a ride to Kia who never snacks in the canteen. Always bring supplies. That's because the pocket money is only enough for the cost of taking the freight back and forth.

“Neither, Mi. I took an angkot aja.” Kia feels bad always hitchhiking in her car Ami.

“You don't enjoy bae. Come on let me have a friend chat on the street.” Ami pulls Kia's hand towards the car that has come to pick her up. His choice of school at Al Barkah High School in the city of Tasikmalaya, requires him to leave at six in the morning from Ciamis every day. Luckily her mother and her brother who is in Jakarta, always support her wishes as long as in positive terms.

“Mang Kirman, kemon!” Ami called the family driver who was always waiting on a bench under a shady cherry tree. Suddenly, the phone in his bag rang. He reached. Name ‘kak Anggara’ appears on screen.

“Hallo, Brother Angga.” Ami answered him while heading to the white car that he knew was sent by his brother-in-law from Jakarta with BPKB and STNK on behalf of Sekar Sari, his mother.

“Mi, have you gone home yet? Brother Angga in the front parking lot of the school nih.” Anggara's on the other end of the phone.

“This is coming home, brother. In the inner parking lot. What's up, sister?” Ami stopped getting into the car, waiting for the speech.

“OK. Wait outside the car. Brother Angga in.”

The call was cut off. Ami asks the driver and Kia waits for him for a moment. Before long he saw a strapping man in a brown uniform heading towards him with a paper bag and a white crackle bag. He smiled thinly. Confident will get the parcel.

“Mi, nitip souvenirs by Medan for Aul Tea yes. Kak Angga can not come directly to the house because now there is Patwal duty to Jakarta. Here's a honey donut for Ami, just past the store.” Said Anggara while giving up two of his tent.

“After. Thanks for the doughnut, Kak.” Ami smiled broadly.

“Sorry can't be long. Partner waiting in the car. Bye, Ami.” Anggara waved his hand and immediately passed away with wide strides.

“Bye, Brother. Yes, very late in the road Mr. Pol.” Ami spoke to himself because the one being spoken to had already moved away and disappeared outside the gate. Curiously he peeked at the contents of the large paper bag for his brother.

No Kak Panji, no Kak Angga, give a gift for Aul Tea not cans. I was, from the time he was given honey donuts. Check out my favorite snacks. Someone once gave me the cake. This is not enough savings to buy the latest phone. Yes how to add yes, every week swiped continuously.

“Neng Ami, home now?”

Mang Kirman's voice returned the awareness of Ami who peeked at the contents of the paper bag while daydreaming.

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Assalamu'alaikum Bestie,

Thank you for waiting patiently for my sixth recent work in NT. Hope this light story is entertaining.

For new readers, it is recommended to read first KALA CINTA TEASE (KCM) because BAJC is the sequel to KCM.

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