A Teacher's Pride

The room is too dark for me. There's no one want to turn on the light. I hear the step from outside the door, I think it's a man that will be our next lecturer. Yeah, he is a man.

Wearing a long-sleeved shirt, with a brown bag on his back and Marlboro on his hand, he sit in front of the class. It's the first time we met, without an eye contact on it. There's nothing special in a glance.

The clock in front of class keep ticking, while the student in the class keep talking. I must say that he is very boring as a lecturer, I don't know why people like him can be a lecturer. But when he tells about his work, it's like he lock up our mouth with spell. A spell that even bind a tiger from its wild. I believe he's no ordinary human. He is magician.

As the spell weaken, the tigers goes wild again. But still I bow at him, quieting my mind. He never give up to make us silent. A true magician always has the other magic to beat his enemies. He goes mad. I realize that I bow down to him isn't because he is strong. He has charisma nor pride. He has presence of the leader that others doesn't. Once again, I bow down to him for eternity. He crumbles my ego in a blink of eye. He is a true well-grown man.

The times passes by, day by day, week by week until today. Last week you said the next one will be our last time to meet. It's like telling me to ask the world from leaving its rotation.

Today is the time, I'm still hoping that we will meet again someday. Only some not-too important thing that you leave to us. The clock ticking again until 12.20. The class has been dismissed, leaving five of us in front of the class. Only small talk as a memento before he go.

"This will be my last time to teach you here. Maybe I'll teach 'there' next year. Hope so."

We still hope that we meet you again someday.
We still have faith to be teach by you somewhere.

We won't see this as the end of our story. It's the beginning for our new chapter.

Someday I will be a well-grown man.
Someday I will have charisma.
Someday I will have pride.

Like you.

"Catch you later, Sir!

Thank you."

























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Akhirnya! Berhasil kelar nulis cerpen super pendek! Thanks for Dewi Lestari, saya terinspirasi banyak dari dia.