Let Me Fall in Love
4. Yes Greetings

Ami oh Ami's. Suppose not being in the middle of a formal forum, Akbar will definitely laugh loosely. Remember first every meet always gets a change from the cute one. And managed to keep him entertained from the fatigue of work, from the rigors of competition. Can laugh off. This time he held the prestige by chuckling. After it was made speechless.

"Sister, bales sister!" Chirps Ozi, her nickname is Fauzi. Charging Akbar to avenge Ami's fight.

Akbar chuckled again. "I can't fight. Looks like this Ami is an expert. So every thing must be left to the experts." He looked at Ami who was still standing on the back bench. There's a tickling curiosity. Why did the girl choose the bench behind. Which is usually synonymous with the attitude of students who like to talk and lazy to learn.

"I'm not a tombal, brother. Just opened before the core question. Let's not be tense." Sahut Ami while grinning the horse.

Akbar gave a thumbs up accompanied by a knotty smile.

"The question is beyond the theme. It's okay, brother?" Connect Ami.

"Can." Akbar nodded strongly. His attention was focused on Ami.

While his classmates remain unsure of Ami's seriousness. Some of the students looked at Ami. Some focus on installing hearing with a straight-forward view.

"Hm, Brother Akbar will come to our school with an outfit like this. Well, if you wear a suit during any activity, brother?" Ask Ami with a serious face and eyes full of curiosity.

"You could say my daily style is like this, wear a shirt or t-shirt. Including if to the office is also the outfit is like this. If you wear a suit if there is a meeting with investors, to a formal event, or a wedding. What's the matter, Ami?" Akbar turned the question. While his mind fumbles on the purpose of the out of the box question. No longer a guessing question that leads to a fight. But, is this really what the question is beyond the theme?

"Thank you for the answer, brother. Why do I ask like that? Because I think Big Brother is good, JUST BE MINE." Ami immediately lowered her body. Hiding under the table.

The sound of laughter was more broken than the first conversation earlier. Ozi and Vino hit their feet and beat their thighs laughing. Really shaking the stomach.

Akbar this time could not help but laugh. Although still a little detained. Twice trapped Ami's fighting. Make him speechless. Somehow also his face reacted to heat up and was certainly reddened.

Mr. Yaya and Mr. Muhtar chuckled with shaken shoulders. Not wanting to laugh. But afraid of being rude to laugh at the guest who became the victim of the pity of his student.

Ami reappeared from under the table with a casual expression. Even though my colleagues and others still left giggling laughter. He even asked for attention so that everyone was quiet again. And soon the class atmosphere returned to silence. Although in everyone's mind suspected there would be more guyonan.

"I'm sorry, Brother. Just had intermezo. I'm just like Vino, I want to say thank you for the motivation. Four keys to success I have recorded. And it'll be taped to the wall of the heart, uh on the wall of the room." Ami closed her mouth because of a wrong word. Even Kia who was beside him sounded giggling.

"Four points will be a charger because the toughest temptation for me is not the miss of Dilan. But a snack makes me feel at home. Thanks again, Coach." Ami closed the protest with a nod and a sweet smile. Sit back.

Akbar nodded back and smiled. Heart warms. He stared at the clock on his wrist. "Grandfather, because the time is up. This sweet meeting I'm enough to get here. Hope sharing your knowledge is useful. Immediately the exam. Although it's still about a week away, I congratulate you on fighting. Gaspol learn!"

"Don't forget later who wants a year-end vacation, install a round trip application. I will give a student-only domestic hotel cashback voucher in this class with a quota of 15 people. How to follow ig commute and register yourself via email in the bio."

"May we meet again next time. Once again thanks for all the adek-adak attention. Learning spirit! The spirit of dreaming!" Akbar also closed the meeting with greetings.

There was still fifteen minutes left before the break bell rang. The photo session continues. From selfies to photos. Akbar deliberately stood at the back, beside Ami. When the homeroom teacher photographed from the doorway so that everything was captured. Taking a moment to look at each other and look at Ami after the photo session.

Akbar left the class accompanied by Mr. Muhtar and Mr. Yaya. Along with the break bell rang and the students scattered out of the classroom. All the way through the classroom corridor, he revealed a friendly smile to the students who greeted him.

"Mas Akbar, sorry about my student. Ami is the most rame in class. I like joking and joking. Supel's son. I have also been combated. But he's a smart and polite boy. First class in class." Mr. Yaya said as he sat together in the principal's room. He felt the need to convey the classification because he was afraid the guest was uncomfortable.

Leo who was listening, frowned. Feel familiar with that name.

Akbar keeps his coffee glass again after sipping a tasting. "It's okay, sir. I was happy because the atmosphere was relaxed. Maybe Ami was brave because he knew me. The Ami section has been so for a long time, sir. Narcissistic, random, and funny." He chuckles. Suddenly pictured the scene design when he just came to the show flush Cia. Ami pulled his hand and told mulung sawer while prancing around.

"Mas Akbar knows Ami?" This time the headmaster asked in shock. Even the like-minded Mr. Yaya was curious waiting for Akbar's answer.

"Yes, Sir. His sister Ami is married to my cousin. Last time I met Ami was still Junior High. I was surprised to be in school here too. He lives in Ciamis." Akbar.

Leo raised one eyebrow. He was surprised to hear that familiar name.

Mr. Muhtar and Mr. Yaya were bearded. While waiting for two more sessions of visits to class XI and Class XII, the headmaster continued casual chat all diplomacy and negotiations for the Seruni hotel ballroom rental for the discourse of grand reunion. Request a discount to the owner directly.

***

Two tables put together. Children in MIPA 3 class amounted to 10 people, sitting together to enjoy the canteen snacks at this break. The topic of conversation is still exciting to discuss about Ami's conversation with the motivator.

"Cool noodles euy. Brave gombalin CEO Pulangpergi. I just had the intention to tremble." Sonya giggled considering the incident earlier in class.

Ami squeezed a piece of lime over her siomay. Stirring until mixed and give off a distinctive fresh aroma. "That's because I knew Mr. Akbar. If you do not know how brave it is," he said relaxed. Connected feed a spoonful full of siomay mackerel fish taste that tastes good.

"WHAT?!" Compact all of Ami's friends squealed with shocked intonation. All eyes were on Ami who immediately closed the ears.

"Yes Salam. My ears are buzzing gini." Ami rubbed his ears while twisting his eyeballs. The fellow students at the other table turned their heads.

"Mi, know when, where?" Marga leaned her body so curious.

"Entar is the story. Want abisin first siomaynya cold hunt." Leisurely, Ami devoured a spoonful after a spoonful of her snacks. Let his friends who continue to seduce to quickly tell stories.

"Mi, spout dong out the bell." Ifa poked the waist of Ami who was sitting next to her. I'm already impatient.

Ami smiled grinningly looking at the compact kepo faces folding both hands on the table.

"So gini....My first name is Teh Puput, marry Kak Rama. Brother Rama is a cousin of Brother Akbar. Not a close cousin of the Yuma clan. Less know also the genealogy. It's definitely still our relatives." Obviously Ami.

"Oohh...." Everyone is one voice.

"Udah fits if I make a choir group like him." Ami rolled her eyeballs. Twice his friends were compact. His words were answered with laughter.

"I don't know Ami diem-diem bae. Low profiles. From the family of Sultan euy." Yuma chirps whose mother is sister sister with her mother Marga. Answered another friend.

Ami shaking hands. "The sultan mah them. If I were B." Seeing the rest of fifteen minutes more, Ami pamit first. Breaking off the chatter that flattered him.

"Mom, how many Ami's in total?" Ask Ami in front of the cashier's desk.

"Who's paid, Mom?" Ami surprised. Frowning.

"That's a saucy Arab. Forgetting his name was hard to read. Just ahead of him Al. Just got out." Sahut Mother canteen seen her forehead shriveled when fumbling the name.

The Emon maybe? Almond Adeba Dhizwar's. He put his name on the shirt without spaces. Make a dizzy read. (Almondadebadhizwar)

Ami guessed it was Almond. Rushed out of the canteen at a quick pace. Sure enough he saw Almond walking both up the stairs.

"Emon, wait!" Ami ran until his steps were parallel to Almond who stopped walking. "You paid for my snacks?"

"Yes." Yeah." Short Almond. His friend Almond was silent as a listener.

"Thank you. But next time tell me if you want a deal. I have a lot of her snacks. I'm not feeling good. I didn't see you in the cafeteria." Ami said what it is.

"So I was in the corner. Minder ah same genk you. About the treaty, Santuy, Mi. It's only 40 grand too. 400 Thousand snacks is also not a problem for Ami." Almond raised his eyebrows. Take back to walking.

"believe. The son of the textile manager Tanah Abang that you know." Ami's reply made Almond laugh. T

"That was my classmate. We have no gangs. Tomorrow join me so that you are not expected to be arrogant. You were really good, Mon."

"Yes, look at it later." Almond responded briefly.

Ami paid first to Almond. Intentionally running to get to his class immediately because time has passed. Didn't give Almond a chance to answer.

"Kia, eat first. Don't just learn. The brain needs rest." Ami gave up her tent. Deliberately wrapped up because his colleague had never been to the cafeteria.

"Ami, why bother anyway. I'm still full." Kia closed the book. Feeling distressed with the kindness of Ami who often helped him.

"Chat later. Now it's eaten up the bell in 7 minutes." Ami helped open the Strofoam box. Classes are empty. His friends are still in the cafeteria.

Kia according. Start eating siomay with a quick chew. "I if I don't study now, afternoon there is an activity to be a teacher tutoring children SD. Night has no time. Must help you sell fried rice from magrib until 9 p.m. Studying at dawn is most effective half an hour. Help clean the house first. If I dropped from the top 5, XI class I could not get a scholarship anymore. If the pay is normal, which parents can afford," he honestly explained the real reason.

Ami mangosteen. All this time already know the economic situation of the Kia family. But do not know so busy schedule of his compatriot every day. The eldest of three brothers is now helping parents make a living because his two younger siblings also go to school.

"Udah used to talk. Abisin siomaynya Kia. If it's cold, it's not good." Ami switched to open her phone. Let Kia focus on eating. Ising to open a sosmed account owned by Akbar who just followed.

Until the return hour arrives, the yellow supercar is still parked prominently in the teacher's special parking lot. Ami saw it from the third floor. Is it possible that Akbar will be praying on Friday at his school mosque? He shrugged his shoulders.

***

Ami just arrived at home at five in the afternoon after participating in exculus rohis activities. While sitting in the Singles Park with his spiritual friends, he sees Akbar and Leo coming out of the mosque. Sure enough, they prayed Friday at the Al Barkah Mosque school with Mr. Muhtar and other teachers.

Ami did not dare to greet Akbar and Leo who walked through the Singles Park with other Adam. Choose to turn your back and bow by hugging the bag. Embarrassed. In contrast to his friends who sounded intentionally greet by saying hello.

"Mom, abis magrib I went to Enin's house huh. Padma ngajak nginep." Ami, who had been fresh after taking a bath, approached her mother in the kitchen.

"Can. Then bring chicken pepes for Enin." Mother did a taste test of oxtail soup spices Aul cuisine results.

"Well, that's right now. Cardamom cloves are just as warm. Okay, chef Aul." Mother rounded her thumb and index finger.

"Not okay, Mom. I haven't tasted yet. The jury's term is one. No fair dong." The protest of Ami who immediately snatched the bowl from the table.

Ibu Sekar chuckled. Aul. According to giving soup to the bowl that Ami offered.

"Well, his water time is a spoonful. Take a bowl, Tea. Let it taste good what it does. It's just stuck in my throat."

"The name is also a taste test. Say hungry to eat." Aul can already read his youngest brother's mode. Unwind to pour a serving of oxtail soup that is still hot. Experiment for a new menu at cafe Dapoer Mommy later.

"Ish, if you like it really." Ami no longer spoke. Fragrant spices from her brother's concoction oxtail soup called worms in the stomach to disco. Immediately pour the rice into the dish. Take him to the dinner table. It didn't take long, the rice and soup ran out.

"Take tea, it's delicious. Perfecto, Tea." Ami rubbed his full stomach.

"Thank you my cute sister." Aul smiled widely. Glad the results of his second experiment were praised.

"So Teteh wants to choose who? Panji or Angga?" Ask Ami, not connecting. With a sinless face, peeling the orange served on the table.

Aul. Mom chuckles.

Ting tong's.

The conversation did not continue because the doorbell rang. I told Ami to see who was visiting.

Yes Greetings 🎶

Don't don't be disturbed just yet

Let it sit quietly

Smile a smile first, Smile from afar

If he smiles, his heart will

Ami deliberately sang by circling Aul who opened the apron with a frowning face. Poking his chin, then poking his brother's waist until then can not bear to laugh.

"Ami, who's the guest?" Aul pushes Ami's shoulder which continues to tease her. Mother who is not strange with Ami's behavior, only head bobbles.

Ami according to go to the living room after wearing a pasmina that was attached to the sofa. Open door. His eyes widened, his chest pounding, seeing who was coming. "Yes Greetings!" the cleplos.