My Dear Teacher
The Parasite Rana

Dita's cleaning up the stuff on her desk. She had just applied for leave for a few months because her condition was not possible for much activity, even her husband asked Dita to stop, but he has not been able to grant because in addition to the financial condition of their family is not stable as well plus Dita is very fond of the world of education, he wants to devote himself to the end here. Being a teacher is not just to make a living, but also expected as a place to get supplies back later. So she asked her husband's pleasure to give permission so that later he could return to work after his condition improved.

Suddenly Bu Venti, BP teacher and close friend of Dita entered. "It's sad that you have to leave, Dit" said the mother of two children. He sat down on the chair next to Dita, leaning his head on the arm of Dita's chair b.

"How else, this baby needs more attention. She doesn't want her mom to be tired." Dita smile. "Not long after it's gone. Hopefully the second trimester later the baby can be invited so that we often meet again" said Dita. "Yes, I have to go. I have to see the doctor again this morning."

"You're going alone?"

"Yep."

"The room?"

"He's busy in the workshop, I don't want to interrupt."

"Hmmm, okay. Then be careful, Dit." Bu Venti let go of his best friend with a feeling of sadness because at the earliest one month he could only be reunited with Dita. Actually, they could have met often outside school, but since this marriage, Miss Venti felt that her best friend was getting harder to find. He seems to be busy with his personal business. The burden of the household is still haunting, but according to Bu Venti, his best friend should be happy without burden because all this time his life has been too much of a test. If it is tested, when is it happy?

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Dita walked slowly after coming out of the gynecologist room who will handle it. The woman was still busy with her daydreams to ignore the shakes of her HP. I don't know how many times her husband called to just know how the results of the examination that he was undergoing just now.

It is very unlikely that they will recover completely. During this pregnancy, to maintain the baby's nutrition, he must inject drugs every day in his stomach. That's what the doctor said. Dita could only take a deep breath, unable to imagine how many days she would live later. But again he injects his own spirit, that in fact he is lucky. Just like her mother. For a person who has experienced the coagulation of blood with history seems to be difficult to have offspring, while he is quickly entrusted by God.

"Is what the doctor said right?" suddenly someone stood behind Dita, making her daydream scatter in shock.

"Where?" Taken a few steps back, he also held his stomach to calm down. I don't know when the girl was behind him. Or rather follow Dita because she knows what the doctor told Dita. "You nagging?" Dita squinted her eyes slightly while looking at Rana, it was unbelievable to meet her in this condition.

"Yes!" answer Rana as if without burden

"Nothing, just curious. Why you should go to the doctor. By ourselves. Does Damar know the condition of the mother? Oh more precisely does he know the risks of maternal pregnancy?"

"That's my business, Rana. Don't get used to wanting to know other people's business. There's no benefit to you anyway."

"Who said? I didn't forget, did I, how do I feel about Damar?"

"I don't care." Dita was about to leave because she really did not like listening to other women, even though it was Rana expressing her heart about her husband. To Dita, it was something disrespectful. As a woman from a respectable family, Dita hopes Rana can accept the fact that she is married to Damar and soon they will have children. After all, like no other man alone to have to pursue the husband of people.

"Same. I don't care what happens to my mother either. But since all this has to do with Damar, then ...."

"It has. Thats enough. I don't have time to listen to your jokes!" Dita was about to leave when Rana came back to stop her.

"Wait for Mom!" peekik Rana's. "I think God was unfair to make me lose Damar. The man I love so much. But after knowing everything, I finally realized that God is fair. He was apparently preparing a wonderful plan for me." Rana said confidently. "Bu Dita I am a woman who will never be able to have children because of my shortcomings. I must have known everything from Mqma. But it turns out that God willed something else, it looks like the baby whose birth mother will be mine. That kid's probably destined to have a mother I'm on."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom, if later you have to suffer the fate of your mother, please appoint me as a surrogate mother for the child" said Rana lightly.

"Astagfirullah, sassy ya you!" dira's emotions instantly rose. He was very angry with his former student. The girl could think like that to him. That he would die and this baby would be his. The statement made Dita cut at once injured. How could a Rana who used to be very polite turned out to be really sick. Now he no longer cares about Rana, continues to walk away even though the girl still calls him.

"Why so selfish. I've been very patient in releasing Damar to you. But you still don't want to share a little. Basic greedy. Look, someday fate will make me get Damar back with the boy!" Rana babbling. Still holding back his annoyance he soon passed to his place of therapy which was right next to the obstetrician's section. That's why he saw Dita. Because he was too curious, he ended up eavesdropping with difficulty and managed to hear the very important information.

What Rana had heard seemed to be a medicine for her heart wound all along. That he who had been discouraged because not as perfect as other women but now began to believe in himself. He will be fine and have offspring, though not his own flesh and blood but that of Damar's son. Also the man he loved would return in his arms. When Dita died then Damar will become a widower which means he can get back the man. Suddenly Rana's spirit immediately grew. He who initially lost the spirit of life is now passionate, plus he does have bipolar disease. Rana is cheerful again.