MISWANA I LOST VOL. 1
CHAPTERS 1. Who's He?

"Daddy". Call me a pretty, innocent, ugly girl while handing out the sportswear she just bought.

My name is Cahyana, an honorary teacher of sports subjects in one of the Private SMK in Bandung district. My hobby is fishing, so I also spend time off fishing. Not infrequently also trigger fights in the household because there is no time for the family even for children.

Yes, I am a husband of my wife and a father of my four children. Three of them were my biological children and one was the child my wife had brought in.

My wife used to be a one-child widow. I love him because I think he's more mature, he's two years older than me.

But strangely enough, after my first child turned four, I was attracted to a plain girl at school. He was my protege, who I finally knew he was sitting in the XI-A Smea class.

I called him out intending to tease him. And sure enough, he seemed to blush in embarrassment, evident from his reddish cheeks.

"It's his athletic suit, long-handed trousers". I gave him that sports shirt while winking, more so but let it be.

" thank you". Her speech. From her soft and firm voice, I thought this woman was no ordinary woman.

***

"Woy daydreaming bro! ". One of my friends in the office was a surprise.

" No, bro, so much of a rese". I said while opening my eyes. He's just bothering people who are good at daydreaming.

These few days somehow I always imagined the sweet face of the girl. I don't know what this feeling is I don't know.

"Sir Yan, please check the attendance of class XI-A Smea. Today the accounting guru did not enter so please see his absence". Said bu Widi absentee. Like he's busy, that's why he's asking me for help because I haven't started today.

" Good Mom". While answering, how did my chest suddenly shake? Dagdigdug is amazing.

Walking towards class XI-A Smea, my eyes widened. Suddenly I remembered that the class was the one where the sweet girl was.

'OK calm, safe'. Saying batin.

"Assalamu'alaikum". Greetings when I enter that class.

" Alaikumsalam ". Answer the students simultaneously.

When I entered the room, I did not see the girl at all. 'Where is he'. And I'm definitely the only one listening. While looking through the room with a glance, it turned out that the girl was sitting on the front corner bench near the door I passed, it was fitting that I did not see her just now.

"Absen was yaa". Even though I am young but I must be called father, oh yes Yuhaaanannn why not just call brother? It might be cooler.

I called one by one the names of the students of the class, and the children called pointed hands one by one.

Until finally, "Oriza". The one called shows hands. I looked while hiding a smile.

Finally I know that the name of the sweet girl is Oriza, yes Oriza Satifa a very beautiful name is not it? Heeemmmpp but wait, he pointed his hand without looking at me. Was she upset over the incident when I handed her sportswear the other day? He seems to be busy writing something.

***

" Don't just talk".I tried to hide my shock of fearing my wife would see it.

As usual if I talk to my wife always in a soft tone. Strangely enough, I haven't even approached the woman who has caught my attention but my wife has already said so. Either it's just a hunch of a wife or she really knows. I got dizzy thinking about it myself.

"Desi, he told me that you were approaching one of his students". His gaze was like an intimidating look.

I was wide-eyed, why did I forget that he had a sister in class with Oriza just different class. But rumors like this are indeed easy to spread, like fleas that quickly multiply.

"Don't think it's just a joke". I'm still trying to dodge, hoping he believes in me.

" Let's not find any evidence!". He passed over to take care of my third son.

Wait for. I didn't see the crying in her eyes when she asked like that. Usually, women are very easy to cry if there is something that does not match their feelings.

But I can't lie to myself, every time I see Oriza I feel so happy. Like the flowers in the blooming garden, this taste looked so beautiful.

***

"Did Hisam come in today?". I asked the TU officer. I don't think I've seen Mr. Hisam, usually he likes to come on time. But it's 08:00 he hasn't come yet either.

Mr. Hisam, he's a guidance counselor. He is also like a psychologist who is easily able to read characters, emotions and behavior of students. Of course, he was easily close to the students here.

"Two days ago Mr. Hisam applied for leave, he said there were needs that could not be stayed". Obviously a TU officer.

'Heeemmmppp, I think I have an idea". Smiling happily while rubbing into the two palms in front of the chest.

It just so happens that once Mr. Hisam entrusts his duties to me, this is my chance to be able to talk to Oriza.

I call one by one the names of students from the XI-A class Smea, because this is Mr. Hisam's schedule in that class. I patiently talked with the students I called.

Finally, I called Oriza's name. He walked over to the table where I was, my chest beating so badly. It felt like my heart was beating faster considering that I was going to talk to Oriza at close range, talk to each other face to face and was only blocked by the table between us.

I was amazed by her sweet face, but her firm facial line illustrates that she is an independent woman.

"What's wrong, sir?". I was made aware by her question.

" how do you feel after almost three semesters of school here? Are you comfortable? Or is there even a problem?". Trying to mince words I was just looking for a way to neutralize a heartbeat that was like a train, jugijagijug tuut...

"It's customary sir". Heleh I was dumbfounded to hear the answer, never really thought of by me.

Teng.. Teng.. Teng...

Hours of rest arrived, I was not satisfied talking with him, the end I send him to rest.