Elementary School Teacher? Oh My Hot!
Asa The Left.

The day went by and dropped rose petals under Cherly's window.

The wind that carried that fragrant wind was as if it was lost in the changing seasons.

Two months passed quickly bringing Chers's feelings to an abrupt halt.

Disappointedly hung up the phone.

Again Barra did not pick up the phone. Always has been.Since then until now it is very difficult to contact. Cherly really, really hate this.

Barra seemed to forget herself and lie! If Barra says he'll call her.

"Bar! You are so fucking! " Whispers are smirking.

Chers rubbed his heated eyes. And hope his tears don't spill too often.

With crying, everything does not get easier. Chers is not excited right now. And slowly he began to shy away from the crowd of his fans who were full of probing. Which is increasingly uncertain.

" Cherly! you have to understand Barra's interests! You do not be too whiny and curb Barra in expressing all his abilities in totality.

We will take care of you! And you have no shortage at all. Barra always supports you even if she's far away." That was always what his father said.

Making Cherly bored and acting stupid in front of everyone.

It wasn't Barra's money sent Two Weeks ago that her silence made her happy.

It is not the glorious achievements of her husband that many and myriad awards that erase all the grievances.

But one speech from Barra became very meaningful to him.But why did Barra not understand all of Cherly's wishes at all?

Why did Barra become like forgetting her who was very hopeful even with a greeting word "Hallo" or asking her the situation.

Today Chers stepped in limply.

And enter a Cafe with increasingly gontai steps.The stomach feels very nauseous.

Maybe Magh's relapsed. These days he doesn't eat as regularly as Barra ordered before leaving.

" Don't forget! Eat a lot, and take care of your health, little girl! " Said that time.

Now it sounds like a silent combination that penetrates into the dark of the night .

Chers Call someone by pressing the keypad is lazy.The mouth feels dry.

" Hi Grace! Strowberry Cafeteria, Come here! I don't feel well Grace!"Chers said in a lethargic voice.

"Ok Chers! Wait to minutes! "Reply Grace sprightly and dexterously.

She is very worried this late end Cherly often complains of dizziness and Nausea. His best friend's face was pale and very weak. Her weight is decreasing .

Grace really can't figure out why her husband didn't take Cherly with him to his new place of duty?What happened to Barra? He thought as he drove his car at a moderate speed.

And a 40-degree turn toward the city park shows Cherly's location.

With a hasty step, Grace headed into a cafe that was quiet visitors at noon today.

And his eyes pounded the corner of the cafe in seat number 24.

"Hi Chers! " Said sitting while putting her white bag on the black and round table.

Cherly looked at him with a faint look. His face looked increasingly pale and whitened like it was bloodless.

"Grace! My head is dizzy, I feel my body lighten up!" He said it was almost inaudible.

Grace looked surprised and quickly called the guard sitting in front of the cashier.

"Sir! Please send my friend to the car, "She panicked.

"No, no Grace! You're too much , I can still walk '" replied Chers slowly .

" Shut up Chers! Do you know that? Your face looks like a zombie now, "His words are firm.

And quickly they get in, Grace flees her car to a nearby clinic.

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The sound of the ultrasound machine was faint and full of spots and sharp vertical lines.

The young doctor who examined Chers looked smiling.

Looking towards the weakly lying Chers.

Grace looked at Chers with wastiness.

"Your fetus is Eight Weeks Cherly! And you also have anemia and gerd" said the doctor with a soothing smile.

Cherly had expected it and she wasn't too surprised.

Chers just turned his face towards the wall with glassy eyes. He had no idea what he was feeling at the moment.

Should he be happy or sad?

Cherly was just moved, Why Barra is not here Isa'at the young doctor said about this pregnancy.

Another case with Grace who jumped in shock with a paled face.

"Chers! "Whispers him in an increasingly miserable voice.

Cherly was only silent as Grace clasped her hand as if she was about to give it some strength.

The young doctor seemed to smile again and understood Cherly's very young state. Surely he is not ready with the news that should make happy in a young couple like him.

"Your husband where is Cherly?"Ask the doctor.

Cherly refused to answer quickly. His heart hurts."Her husband is a professional Master with a myriad of achievements and gets many more meaningful awards from his wife doc! " Answer Grace emotionally.

Cherly cried sobbing Isak increasingly sad to hear Grace's answer.She felt worthless now.

Grace's inflamed!

"The father's name is Barra! And never gave Khabar since his departure to his place of duty! My best friend is sick and in a weak state doctor! Is this what you call responsibility?"He said he was upset while crying.

The doctor was silent for a moment, She is not a Psychologist and these two girls are not being treated.

These two girls just need to mentally prepare them for the new life that is developing in Cherly.

The doctor grabs Cherly's tiny fingers and tries to give the girl a little moral boost.

"Don't ever turn into someone stronger than you imagined! You can definitely maintain this abnormal state.

With strength and toughness as a woman who will soon become a mother" Support her sincerely.

Cherly just bit her lips holding back her cries.

"And come here, to check out a pregnancy like a gift to all of us, you Great Little Girl Cherly!" The compliment again tried to encourage Cherly who is now shrinking and feels almost gone.

Cherly nodded her head slowly.

They come home when it starts at night.

Looking down the street with the lights shining.

Adding to the cold impression that came to ambush a gloomy heart. What has happened on this day let it be a sweet note covered with dreams that hold a lot of hope.Walau anyone becomes real or lives a memory.

Let everything be the secret of the time that goes on according to all the direction of the screenplay that has been written in a notebook from the creator who has made a blueprint that must be run by the male lead or women.

No need to be stopped or grilled anymore.

Let the wound be bandaged with little left.

"Good night Barra! May our dreams be the same" whispered Cherly from the windshield of a slow-moving car.