Best Teacher And Me
Familiar with Mother Kos

Kila was so grateful for Farhan's ride last night. He was confused as to what he wanted to repay her. It must be asked directly indeed, like favorite food for example, to be made as a form of gratitude. The problem is, after becoming a neighbor, Kila does not know Farhan's mobile number yet. There was no way he could just knock on Farhan's door just to ask Farhan's favorite food, it was very strange when they just met.

Kila went out to the department store near the cost. He ran out of toiletries like soap and his friends. He was already in trouble at the beginning because he did not get financial support anymore from Riska, but because Kila's cleverness was no longer a problem now. He tried to do business as a dropshipper, and from there he can survive now. Not in vain during this time the girl always saves her monthly money, and the savings are what made her business capital.

"Assalamu'alaykum, Mrs Citra. How are you?" When Kila came out, apparently he saw his boarding mother who looked like she had just wanted to enter the house.

"Wa'alaykumussalam, China. Good Mother's news. You how are you? You're going out, okay?" the Back image.

"Aa, Kila's good news too, ma'am. Yes, yes, want to go out and buy toiletries," replied Kila.

"Here you go, I have a lot of storage of toiletries. This is also new shopping needs for boarding children. So, I want to ask for your help too," Citra said. Kila was hesitant to receive toiletries that were not boarding child facilities. But, he also can not refuse because in the speech Citra also implied a request to help him.

"Well, if so, Mom. Thank you very much before. Very kind mother wanted to give me toiletries that are not facilities for boarding children. Jazakillahu khair, ma'am," said Kila then walked towards Citra's house.

"Yuk, please come in," please Citra. Kila followed Citra's footsteps hesitating as she had never been to this house before.

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When they have finished preparing the needs of boarding children, Kila also has received toiletries for free. He wanted to go home straight away, but did not feel good to talk after being given something he wanted.

"If you could help me again, wouldn't you?" Image offers again.

"Sure, Mom. What else can I help you with?" answer Kila quickly.

"Aaa, here, I want to make a sponge for a family snack tonight," Citra said.

"Well, snack. Kila is very happy to be able to help make it too. Kila also often helps Kila's grandmother make a sponge too." Kila answered very well. The image was unexpected with a response with Kila's tone of speech. He chuckled after Kila answered like that.

"A-a, that is.., Kila also likes snacks, Mom. If you can, Kila's gonna have the ball, too, huh, Mom?" Kila now said shyly. Image Laughter instantly broke due to Kila's attitude.

"Hahaha, if that's for sure, dong, Kila. There's no way I'm asking you for help, but I'm not giving you any snacks either." Spoken image and a little laugh.

"Again, thank you very much, yes, Mom." Kila wailed Citra's hands together as she said that so happy. The image stopped making laughter from being a little surprised and he nodded in response to Kila's words.

Kila is so, he is very excited with snacks. Moreover, he recently reduced his snacking hobby. A sustenance when invited Citra to make it direct and given some of it as well.

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"Huh? Saving how does that mean?" ask Citra wonder.

"Um, just save, hehe. I'll take care of you, yes, ma'am. Assalamu'alaykum." Kila even grinnedly replied. Then he headed towards his cost.

Kila couldn't possibly tell about her snacking hobby. He accidentally mentions saving, which means that because Citra finally Kila can snack again. Citra did not understand indeed with Kila's speech, all of her attitude was also strange for Citra. But the girl is unique, Citra likes her uniqueness.

When she was done with the girl, Citra went back to the kitchen to prepare the snack for her family. When he wanted to turn around, he ran into his son.

"Mother why are you smiling?" said the boy.

"Eh, Irshad. You're at home it turns out. Mommy thinks you're out. If you know there was you, mother asked in anterin aja shopping for goods needs for children kos. And you should've helped mom make a snack too." The nagging image is a bit upset having to drive it yourself and shop by yourself. That boy is Irsyad. Kila does not yet know that Citra has a son who turns out to be her homeroom teacher. Kila only knew from Citra's story that she only had one child and the child was an adult, that's all.

"Yes, Irsyad is not going anywhere. Irsyad has not finished checking on the student's assignment. Irsyad's sorry, yeah, Bun, can't help you." Irsyad immediately immediately explained and apologized, with a look of guilt.

"Yes, no problem, anyway. There was someone who helped my mother about it," said Citra forgives.

"Who, Bun?" ask Irsyad quickly.

"Kos child. Help your mother arrange goods and make snacks as well," replied Citra.

"The boy is unique, Syad. He was excited once mother asked for help to make snacks. He said he used to make it, just like his grandmother. He also said that he likes to snack too. Uh, he had a thank you for saving him, mother does not understand the point. It is very unique for the girl," continued Citra. He wanted to share his pleasure with Irsyad because of the uniqueness of the girl.

"Ee, it seems like I know people with such traits," murmured softly Irsyad. The image brought her ears closer to Irsyad in response to not hearing Irsyad too much.

"What's his name, Bun? High School boy, is it?" Irsyad normalized the volume of his voice. The image slightly retreated because it felt shocked by Irsyad's sound waves, because Citra still close her ears to Irsyad.

"Name Kila. As far as you know, she went to school with Farhan. Oiya, you didn't teach at Farhan's school too, did you? Maybe this girl you taught too, Syad." Citra replied while thinking in a pose holding her chin with her right hand. He knew Farhan not only as a neighbor, but the boy also often played to Citra's house first.

"No way, right, the person this mother talked about was Kila, my student? If it's true, how soon is he familiar with the mother?" inner Irsyad.

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