Sam
The different side

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"Good morning, Buna," said a few children in red white uniforms.

"Morning," replied the woman called Buna kindly. He did not immediately stop because the goal was the teacher's office.

Some of the children were smiling cheerfully even slightly prancing because they had been greeted by their idol teacher.

Some children seem to be clustered on the edge of the park there is also a sitting while enjoying snacks in front of the class while joking.

Women who are often called Buna by students are teachers who have only taught six months in elementary school. Yes, the term wb that is often familiar in the ears of the community is a teacher who does not have a fixed salary from the state. That is the real noble profession, that teachers are unsung heroes. But if in the absence of services, how can those who are serving finance their lives? Of course, looking for a side job, right!

In addition to teaching, Buna also filled the school canteen with some handmade snacks. By making donuts, paints, mini martabaks, or bakmi wrapped in banana leaves.

Yep. Living in a village called Sambi makes Buna easy to get banana leaves to be more aesthetic when packed. Also very affordable at the price. When next to the house grandma is no banana leaves that can be used. He will just use oil paper as a bucket wrapper, a favorite of children.

Arriving at the office space, Buna gets a job from the principal to work on some operational reporting administration.

He can not refuse because it is a task like this that can bring cuan.

Yuni, the religious teacher gave the code ok on his left hand. As if to encourage Buna. On his right hand to close his smiling lips. Seen from the arch of his eyes because the lips to his nose covered duckbill mask. Congratulations, that's what Yuni wanted to say.

Buna nodded and said yes by force, then Mr. Kepsek passed from the teacher's room.

"Bu Yuni, mah, sneered." Buna sat beside Yuni and leaned her head covered in a dark yellow rectangular veil. "Where with the same college assignment, loh, ma'am," he whined later.

Yuni giggles because the task she used to do is now able to change hands from her. Not out of responsibility but because of the complexity of the reporting process. It's enough to get here. Because it means that junior educators can also learn.

"Ingett... It's good enough later from the Chief." Yuni tries to raise Buna's spirit. "Lumayan, right, make pocket money," he continued while removing the mask.

"Really, Mom?" buna asked while raising her head that had been spoiled on Yuni's shoulder.

"Right," he replied in a whisper because the secretary had just entered and picked up the green map on his front desk. Oh, that was a death.

Buna and Yuni were grinning as the kepsek sir turned his head and raised eyebrows. Then he hurried out because there were guests in his own room.

Some time later, teaching hours resumed. Finished explaining the material Buna returned to the teacher's desk and began to study some operational reports in the previous stage.

When the class was a little boisterous because some students complained less clearly Buna was forced to explain back until the children began to understand.

This time, Buna did not return to her desk. He will go around checking the training he gave.

Sometimes Buna smiled when the children began to fret to ask his friend's answer. He was not forbidding because he tried to tolerate his students a little. As long as it is not a repeat. He had felt it before, too. Ah, nevermind.

Time passes until school time. Buna took the children off by extending her hand because the fifteen children she was forgiving had made it a habit to behave like this.

When the class was back empty Buna cleaned the table and left the class. Walk along the corridor to the teacher's room.

The corridor he passed by was actually not that far away. It was just that while walking in the corridor like this he was like flying on the dimension as he joked with Via. Her best friend is married and lives in a big city.

Buna's daydream came to a halt as the phone in her uniform pocket vibrated. He sat in front of the fourth grade and replied to a message there. The atmosphere of the school that has been quiet makes it fun to play mobile phones until it unknowingly presses Instagram notifications.

A post from an account marked with a profile that he is very familiar with. His eyes heated up his chest rumbled violently until unconsciously the corner of his eyes had now let out a melt of water, called tears.

Apparently you're back.

Buna smiled wryly and immediately wiped away her tears and calmed down a large hunk of rock that had been squeezing her for the past few years.

"Buna, come with me?" yuni shouted. He came to Buna by hanging a backpack. "In the Bubelle treaty, tuh. Today was her birthday," Yuni obviously smiled and kept the mask in her pocket.

"Isn't he?" buna asked more in surprise because she had forgotten her friend's birthday date. While Yuni laughed because she could guess the panic that was clearly visible in Buna's eyes.

Arriving at the office Buna got a surprise again, in the form of a school laptop so that he used when reporting later.

"I have a laptop, but it's not as good as this, Mom," she said.

"Ahh, it's okay. Accept it, it's a school laptop that has been in rental for a long time and has just been taken by Mr. Supri earlier." Yuni mentioned the name of the garden employee there.

"Don't, add more tasks later," he began to suspect.

"Bontot boy, suspicious mlulu, anyway. Let's go." Yuni even helped tidy up Buna's innate, making Buna more reluctant to refuse. But good, he thought. Inner laughs.

Yuni also said there were only two of them who had not come to Bubelle's invitation. The two soon followed to Bella's show.

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A simple restaurant but good enough to see from the location in the village area of the sub-district to be a gathering place for Buna, Yuni and other friends.

Don't ask Bubelle who used the show sulking because Buna forgot to say happy birthday.

"I fire so besti that you, the bontot dare to lupain katingnya," said Bella and timpali crisp laughter of eight people present.

"Yes, a pretty kinclong Bubelle idol kids one esdeh. Sorry about this forgetfulness. Huhuhhuu," said Buna participate in practicing the eye rubbing movement, participate in the drama Dimeh Bella.

There are their friends who call Bubelle Bella. Some kind of familiar name.

Keriwehan Bella and Buna is a separate entertainment when gathered outside the school as it is today. A little override various mandatory administrative tasks that must be carried out in school.

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A week after Sam's arrival in Solo, this time he was ready at Wahid's house around Solo just to decide the deal that he had discussed for a few days. Either by phone or by meeting in person.

"Alright, Sam. Because your father has agreed and you have the ability. Pakde just trust you. Than you want to do it with your friend. It's not clear yet!"

Sam nodded. "Excite, Pakde."

"Different tenan. Take care of your papa directly, you don't live like you used to."

Sam grimaced to get flattery as well as innuendo from his father's first brother.

"Udah time Sam, start at Pakde. Yeah, if I'll be crunching again, please don't get bored of being directed."

"Buttoned. In brimob's education, will, you!"

"No, Pakde," Sam refused completely. He succeeded in following his papa. He no longer wants to be forced into the military that is not in accordance with his heart. Let the brother who can continue his papa journey serve the country. He is quite willing to be an entrepreneur according to his dreams.

Leaving home in Wahid's car, Sam is functioned as a driver. He directs the wheel rate according to Wahid's direction.

Sam has now arrived at the first dealer who has collaborated with Wahid's official workshop.

By going directly to several dealers who work with motorbike and car repair shops. Sam so know where the location of vendors who have collaborated. There was a small meeting to introduce Sam as the new manager.

Until magrib time, Sam just arrived home. There was rice and side dishes at the dinner table. He took the water from the dispenser and sat down to remove the buttons on the sleeve of the shirt. Scroll up the origin and check some incoming messages there.

Until a story' from the occupants of his contact made Sam choke on the drinking water that had just entered his throat.

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