Fate

"Eh ?!" Alsava hurriedly returned to her senses. Lightly lapping both cheeks. "Crazy, huh?" Cursed herself. How could it be, just a smile made Alsava forget everything? That annoying creature?

Alsava chuckled sarcastically, mocking herself. It must have been the problem lately had made the contents of Alsava's head shift a little.

Not wanting to linger with wandering thoughts, Alsava hurriedly controlled herself. Holding a mocha-colored backpack, then patting her cheeks a few times.

She took a deep breath. Immediately stared at her reflection in the windshield.

Make sure her appearance was neat enough, Alsava's pale hand opened the car door. And for the first time, her slender legs stuck in the school.

Her task now is to find the location of the principal's room.

Like most other schools, Alsava guessed that the principal's room would be in the front row. Without realizing there has been a change in her since getting out of the car. To be sure, the footsteps clad in plain black shoes were so light. Explore the leveled streets leading to the principal's room.

****

It seems, a pair of Alsava's eyes have rolled freely on the tiled floor of the principal's room. How could everyone conspire against this first day at school?

Actually, everything was fine while talking a little with the principal. Approximately, this is the story.

"So, who was it? Alsava?" Alsava nodded. At that time, she chose to listen solemnly. “Your class schedule after this is English. I have called Mr. Dadang, the person in charge of the subject, to take you to class. Soon he will come."

More or less, that's how Sir Purba — the new principal — explained earlier.

Dadang. She thought that the rustic name would bring Alsava to meet a fat old man with thick glasses and a shaved head in the middle. And when there was a knock on the door, Alsava was already holding back from bursting out laughter just in case the teacher was what he expected.

But suddenly, Alsava's consciousness tumbled as soon as the door was opened. If not aware of the place, maybe she has cursed that very second when her gaze met the teacher who she thought was bald.

Fat teacher in tacky clothes? Just swallow it all. The one standing before the Alsava was now a man in his mid-twenties dressed daply. A long, fitted white shirt with smooth ironing, black trousers with leather straps around the waist.

Dadang? Dan Iswara?

Alsava wanted to laugh, try to guess what other funny things awaited her at this school.

Dadang, yes. Good. Thank you for the little humor. At least, there is something to laugh about his fiancé's figure. Even if it's just a name. The rest ... don't hope.

So, let Alsava indulge in her strange sense of humor, by calling Dan as Dadang, from now on. Maybe, laugh at him a little if she is in a bad mood.

"Alsava?"

Suddenly, Alsava got goosebumps as her name slid smoothly from behind the man's thin lips. She was already staring at horror, preparing herself to run away if Dadang - Alsava vowed to eradicate that name from the face of the earth - used a sacred word that she desperately kept from his ears.

"Please follow me. I accidentally to be teaching your class after this. "

Alsava had a few seconds lost her footing. Dont know how to reply what Dadang says. And with a stiff movement, she just nodded, smiling already.

"Then, we'll go now, Sir Purba."Dadang nodding politely.

Alsava followed, "Excuse me, sir."

"Yes-yes, please."

Once out of the principal's room, Alsava followed Dadang. Deliberately walking a little slow. Reluctant to be next to the man who is her fiancé.

"I just hope you feel at home in this school. Hang out with other students like usual.

Totally unexpected. In fact, Alsava had thought that the man would talk about their relationship. Keeping a distance from male students, or anything that essentially restricts Alsava's social interactions.

Apparently not. A little grateful because Dadang is not what she imagined. But still, Alsava was not yet interested in answering Dadang's words.

Arriving at the door of XI MIA 1, Dadang stopped his steps. It made Alsava a little surprised because the boy suddenly turned around.

"You wait here, for a moment. As soon as I give the code, please enter. "

Alsava frowned slightly when Dadang just walked away from her face. Not giving the opportunity to answer.

As Dadang stood in front of the class, the hubbub within the class slowly dissipated. Leaving curious whispers as some of the kids managed to peek out and meet Alsava's eyes.

"Good morning," said Dadang kindly, accompanied by a faint smile.

"Good morning, Sir." Again, Alsava confused. This time it was because of the choked up screams of the students ... because of Dadang's smile? How perfect is Dadang in their eyes?

"Today, we have a new friend in our class." The whispers grew louder. Some even sounded impatient waiting for Alsava to enter the classroom. "I hope you can be good friends with her."

Dadang glanced at the Alsava. Give the code if he's invited in now.

Without being asked twice, Alsava immediately entered the classroom. Slightly bowed her head so flirtatious whistles accompanied her footsteps. And stop right to the left of Dadang.

"Please introduce yourself," said Dadang, which Alsava could already guess.

Silly jokes can still be heard quite clearly from the back row. However, Alsava was deliberately deafening her ears. Smile with a droopy gaze. "My name is Alsava Oksana, can be called Alsava or Alsa. Hopefully we can be good friends. "

Alsava was chewing on her inner cheek. Be prepared for a question-and-answer session, which means that she will have to accept further flirtations from the culprit in her new class.

However ....

"I am sure, many are curious about Alsava. Especially men with the sacred question "do you have a boyfriend or not?", Right?" asked Dadang, half joking. Of course the students immediately agreed to the choir. This young teacher is known to be the most familiar with his students. Maybe because of his young age, his joking style is not much different from his students. 

Dadang chuckled. "Because I know the introduction will be long. So, you can see the break time later."

Huuuu! Suddenly, everyone cheered in protest. "Just now, Sir. Think of it as being friend with a new friend. "

"Occasionally, you need to break, Sir. Break."

"Yup, sir. Later the other class will be."

And there are still many similar complaints. Once again, Dadang chuckled. As for Alsava who was standing beside him, she was secretly grateful. Once again, Dadang did not show annoying character in front of the Alsava.

"Never mind," interrupted Dadang, this time a little raised his voice. “Alsava, can sit in the second row. The empty chair next to Nadira. "

Alsava stared at the seat Dadang pointed at. The second row is far right. Right beside the window facing out.

A black-witted student with back curls with ponytail was waving friendly there. Her name is Nadira, I think.

Alsava smiled back faintly, not wanting to be labeled rude, then started walking closer. The gazes Alsava could still feel the other disciples, following her back. She was getting embarrassed.

However, once his butt was pressed against the chair, Alsava breathed a sigh of relief. This means that she is no longer the center of attention in class. Some of the children had started to pay attention to Dadang, who explained.

Hmmm, Dadang. Should Alsava be grateful for that man's treatment? That means, who knows they can get along and then agree? And if she is lucky, she can make a deal to cancel the engagement. Seeing Dadang's reaction, who just saw her, a little hope for Alsava raised.

Good. Maybe later she can try.

****

Forget the thought of being grateful or whatever. Cooperate? It must have been that Alsava was out of her mind when she thought about it.

Alsava was tired of all the emotions that made him play today. Moreover, when this creature with the nickname rustic has contributed. Turning upside down was the life of the Alsava.

Earlier, when Alsava intended to lay down, take a nap, the sound of the house bell thwarted her intention. Since no one was home — don't expect his mother to be there before at least 8:00 p.m. — she was forced to leave. Welcoming anyone who is disturbing her time.

Apparently, Dadang was waiting at the door. Still in the same setting when teaching. Only the long arms that were previously smooth, now they have been folded up to his elbow.

Alsava glanced at a bouquet of red roses in Dadang's right hand. Her feeling was suddenly strange. Did Dadang bring the flowers for her?

Ah, maybe just lip service. Recalling Dadang's treatment at school earlier. There is absolutely no indication of interest in their engagement. The same is the case with Alsava.

"Why are you here?" Alsava tried to act normal. Invites the man into her house, with a gesture that she tries to be natural, without showing too much fury.

Since Dadang never answered, even after sitting down, Alsava already intended to open her voice. Expressing the cooperation she wanted to offer.

"For you."

Alsava swallowed her words back.

Okay. Only some Chit Chat. As she had guessed beforehand. Alsava received the flower from Dadang's hand, hesitating a little.

Once again, Alsava has opened her mouth. "A—"

"Invite you for a walk." For the umpteenth time, Alsava swallowed her words again. And she didn't hear wrong, did she? "As well as wanting to get to know my fiancé more."

God!

All the sentences that Alsava had composed suddenly fell apart. Can not be read.

What the heck is she thinking? Hoping that Dadang is in the same camp with her, then together they thwart their engagement? Apparently, Alsava's hopes were too high.

Maybe. It is possible that the man is just being professional at work. Don't want to put Alsava first, even though she's his fiancé. And that treatment was considered an opportunity for the Alsava. Before the end, Alsava had to swallow hope by herself.

The look on Alsava's face had changed. One hundred percent retorted. Want to leave Dadang that very second.

“Go change clothes. I'll wait here,” ordered Dadang. The boy's gaze actually looked cute, but it was so annoying in Alsava's eyes.

Alsava snorted. "Dear Mr. Dadang." Her body leaned forward, closer to Dadang. “Thank you for bothering to come to my house. But sorry, I'm busy and can't be invited out. Thank you."

Alsava stood up, threw the flower in her hand into Dadang's lap. "Please take it back." Walked away, leaving Dadang just like that.

And that afternoon the Alsava spent spewing curses on her cellphone that kept roaring, displaying a name that managed to completely ruin her whole day.