Tuti Lazy School
22. Silence is Not Wrinkled

Today is Buk Lasmine's lesson. It was not as usual, which gave memorization and thousands of notes were written on our books again for a while. He just goes in and complains, then explains the lesson he taught, and that's not until it runs out. Usually at length he explained. I don't know why I was always cornered in the maci pox now the sound is not heard in my ears sharp hearing this. But his face looked lethargic and only looked once, twice, a glimpse at me again. That's all and he's not talking about anything. In my heart "Thank God there's nothing else. Males also every day in the rampage I don't know what my fault all this time wonder also." My heart murmured.

Towards rest..

"Eh Yanti!"

"Yes?"

"Tuh Buk Lasmine tumben no memorization, duty or whatever it is that he used to make an impromptu drama in class?" I nodded, astonished and mixed.

"Eum. don't know. Maybe it's in a good mood." He denied it and went to the cafeteria.

I went to the cafeteria with Ningsih. There we bought a package. Me, Ningsih and Yanti were not in the cafeteria for long. We'll be in class soon. Because lazy cantin it is crowded will be a child Kindergarten and Paud.

"Yok class." Ningsih.

"Yuk, yuk Yan..?" I brushed his shoulder off.

"Ihh yok, there are so many people here."

We are also class. Buk Lasmine's face looked lethargic and pale. Suddenly we were sent home with no wind and no rain. Though usually he must have been home the longest, this is not. He came home moody and looked indifferent, indifferent, and mixed in the look of his face. I do not care to go home happily, because there is no scolding, in the maki or in-in-the-other that every day makes me tired and vomit.

"Ehh Mak!" I entered without saying hello or excuse me.

"You're a Ti habit!" Mama was upset, and looked at me.

"Ehe yes, assalamualaikum Mak." I'm crucifying my Mama.

"Heem, walaikumsalam." Tone Mamak flat and ketus.

"You don't mak?"

"What tuh?"

"i was angry yesterday with Buk Lasmine because she I fit to play cooking even in her anger when not playing in her yard. That's exactly what's wrong with me. But I'm not at all. But the next morning I saw her face moody, expressionless. It's so good to go home again."

"Yes yes, just realized also Mamak. But Tut, what is your Buk Lasmine?" My mother looked at me seriously and nodded her head.

I scratched my non-itchy head "Either mother, I was astonished." I left while running small and immediately changed my clothes.

.........

"Did you know?" Yanti shook my body.

"Yes, yes what is Yan?" I'm a little upset

"That's Buk Lasmine, his father me.."

"Ehhh gentlemen!" Isa pointed while taking his seat.

Wh-tok-tok, ceklek.. "Assalamualaik." Mr. Sahya came in and there was an announcement.

"Walaikumsalam, what's wrong sir?" One of my friends asked.

"Look, just go straight into the topic. Inform innalilahi wa innalilahi rojiun, in his sad news that this news on behalf of Hadi Rudyatmo his father Buk Lasmine as a teacher here. The establishment of the father here wants to ask for a donation of seikhlas heart. Whatever it is, whether it is willing or unwilling, no more money will be forced, and you are from now on. " Mr. Sahya began to surround us to ask for money from donations seikhlas heart earlier.

My friends gave donations of two thousand rupiah to five thousand rupiah at most, but only me and Jesus were not. If Isa the money has run out to pay cash while I am lazy. Who left his father. It's up to me dong. I say there is no money with my friends because it is mediocre. Though mah still exist in pinta. Actually I was also lazy with Buk Lasmine so I did not want to give a little money for the donation.

"Allah collected from this class is forty-seven thousand rupiah. What is practiced may be useful for Buk Lasmine as well as for you. And may you also be launched in various affairs. Amiene..."

"Amiin, thank you sir!"

"Yes, I want to thank you." While Mr. Sahya is out of our class.

We obviously came home early waiting for some uncertain news. After that I saw when I played Ningsih's place, right in front of his house, there was a white cloth and a lot of people there. I didn't pay much attention to it and played as I pleased.

.........

"Ning, that's Buk Lasmine's father huh?"

"Yes, why Ti?"

"It's okay, it's just it" I scratched my head that didn't itch.

We also connected my play earlier.

(CONNECTED.).