Getting Married Due to Misunderstanding
4. Inverse Mutualism
...Inbreeding mutualism...
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When Mr. Annas was in our classroom, the room was silent. All children put on a face as seriously as possible, his brain was not much different from the face we put on. But our minds are sometimes split into branches. Half focus on the material, the other half focus on thinking about something else that should be the mind needs to be paused first.
This room became silent, there was only a sound explaining the matter. He was respected not for the killer, but because his character was very calm but still firm. Mr. Annas is already old, his head hair is perfectly whitened. But his memory is so sharp even though he has entered about 62 years old. Actually, Mr. Annas retired two years ago. But because of his hobby of teaching, and want to always give the knowledge that he has, yes finally become like this.
I really like the way Mr. Annas teaches. Every word that comes out of his mouth is like flesh without bones or thorns. The discussion is always easy to understand and easy to remember.
"If anyone wants to ask, please ask?" ask Mr. Annas to give us time. Again Shabiya was the one who asked the question. This Shabiya besides my best friend, he is also the toughest competitor in the class. He is intelligent, easy to remember things until all the words of something old he still remembers. Moreover, women have a high memory base, and Shabiya take advantage of it besides she has a higher recall base than most women.
"Please Shabiya!" mr. Annas said as Shabiya raised his right palm upward. Then Shabiya stood up.
"I'd like to ask you, sir. But this question is beyond the subject of the material you just taught." Shabiya paused his sentence.
"Please! just ask what's bothering you." Answer Mr. Annas.
"What's the difference between envy and jealousy, sir? Some say the two things are exactly the same, both the definition and the purpose. Thank you." Thank you." Shabiya said then he sat down after finishing the question. Mr. Annas took a pause to sigh. After that, he explained.
"Jealousy involves an inappropriate negative evaluation of our inferiority, whereas jealousy involves a negative evaluation of the possibility of losing something.— is usually a favorable human relationship— with others." That first sentence made me realize something. I remember how jealous I felt about Alesha.
"Jealousy and envy seem to exhibit similar emotional attitudes. Both have to do with a change in what a person has: a desire to gain or a fear of loss. Desire in jealousy is for something that one does not have, whereas in jealousy it is something to be feared to lose."
"This distinction cannot be ignored: the desire to gain something is very different from the desire not to lose it. Another difference is that jealousy is usually associated with exclusive human relationships. Jealousy has no such limits."
"The focus of attention in jealousy is our unworthy inferiority. Because inferiority can come from a variety of factors, jealousy can arise from any or all of them and not just from the threat of losing some human connection."
"While in principle jealousy can also refer to the possibility of losing something other than an exclusive human relationship, typical jealousy is related to the most painful loss: the exclusive relationship in which our partner, the, or anyone who is closely related to us, prefers someone or not." That's the explanation of Mr. Annas as a cover teaching material today. I realized that the two words had different meanings.
"Do you all understand? Is Shabiya jealous of a loved one?" mr. Annas asked to make the classroom laugh at Shabiya. The child's face only blushed violently resisting embarrassment. Shabiya sat beside me. After that Mr. Annas managed to stop the laughter in our class. Say hello as a closing. Then he came out of the room. Since our study hours were over, we all walked out of the room.
"Cie, who's Biya? Seems serious?" asked Azura who was already stuck to her arm like a stamp glue. The boy always holds it in anyone's hands. Often embarrassing themselves because of the wrong people.
"Not to be disturbed! And you Shabiya, do not need to think too much about Azura's temptations. Let's just say he's the wind passing by." I said very calmly.
"Al, may I ask you for a minute?" shabiya asked doubtfully. I immediately nodded in agreement. As we passed through the classroom corridor, everyone was talking about something. In fact, the corridors of the classroom were more crowded than usual.
"Crazy, really cute." The word comes out not from the praise of one person alone. But a lot of.
"What's the big race?" asked Hafizha, the child was indeed a higher level of curiosity about gossip than the lecture material.
"I? Wh who? How's character?" many streak. It seems like I'm used to interrogating people around me, so once asked always in a row.
"About 175 centi and above, his body is athletic, his face is like an Arab-Turkish. Her skin is a little bright yellow, has a brew, her hair is a bit curly, her smile is really charming." Clearly so detailed. I understand who that guy is?
"Sister Hanzal," my monologue guessed who did it. The man always spread charm without feeling prayer is spreading charm in front of public khlayak, especially in women. He was like having a playboy seed that was difficult to lose to him.
"Where do you want to be?" ask again.
"Near the parking lot." Before I turned to Azura, the three children had already run to the parking lot. I thank you for the information Shania gave me. The three children had always been the vanguard when dealing with handsome men.
The parking area in the psychology faculty was not far away, so I was able to see how the three of them became the vanguard facing a handsome man after coming out of the psychology faculty building. The three of them were not the type of women who approached their opponents in a seductive manner. That's not their class. They do it elegantly. Even more in the direction of interrogating such as being interviewed police fugitives.
I walked towards them. "Tumben Brother picked me up?" my first time was in front of Hanzal. The man crossed his hands in front of his chest.
"No need to be with you?" kak Hanzal said pulling my arm until I accidentally hit the chest of his field.
"I have business with Shabiya, will you?" askaku.
"No way, it's important."
"All right," I said. " But it doesn't have to be pulled either!"
"You're acquaintances? But as an official, I introduced this man as my real brother. He's Brother Hanzal, and Brother Hanzal they're my best friends." I asked but I answered myself. They all nodded.
"Oh, everyone, we'll take it first." Said Kak Hanzal opening the passenger side door for me. It looks romantic, doesn't it? Don't know we're a pair of mice and cats with the same blood.
"Sore Ma'am Alisha," said Mr. Didi after I got in the car.
"So much sir." I answered with kindness. Brother Hanzal deliberately brought Mr. Didi to drive. This man is very independent and always bothers others but also he does not want to be bothered. Actually, our relationship is only limited to mutual symbiosis. There is if each other is needy and mutually beneficial. The rest of us are limited to blood relations that are rarely close.
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...Seriate...
...Alisha and Hanzal's sister are mostly brothers, always fighting but affectionate with each other. Cuman unfortunately his prestige is too high. ...
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