Mr. Teacher, I Love You
13. Destinies
A teacher was teaching in front of the class. The teacher was different from the teachers who were always depicted in Zeo's mind: fat, gray, bald, and old. The teacher who was in front of the class was actually very tall, sturdy, handsome, and did not look so old. Zeo was so flabbergasted as the rays surrounding the man greeted him.
Yoke!
“Ah ..!” Zeo rubbed his forehead in pain as a marker scattered his daydream.
Zeo crouched down to pick up the marker. Then he looked at the teacher with a look of annoyance. Apparently the teacher was equally annoying with the teachers pictured in Zeo's mind.
Zeo approached the teacher to hand over his marker and rushed towards his seat.
“Who sent you there?”
Zeo stopped, not because of the teacher's words, but because the teacher's voice sounded familiar. Zeo tried to remember, but he got nothing.
“You ... student!” call that teacher.
Zeo was getting more and more convinced to have heard this voice somewhere. Zeo turned around. He watched the teacher from top to bottom as best he could. Suddenly Zeo's eyeballs widened. That teacher is the same guy who danced with Zeo at Satria's birthday party!
Previously Zeo could not immediately recognize the face because the street lights were not so bright. Now Zeo was sure that this teacher and that man were the same person. Zeo immediately ran out of the classroom.
“Hei! Where are you?!” I heard that scream vaguely. Zeo had run far enough.
Zeo went to the library. The door seems to have been locked. A few minutes ago, Zeo was still in it. Ah, crap! Zeo found no other hiding place here.
“The teacher can't catch up, right?” zeo Mumbled. He looked up to look in front of him to be sure.
The deg!
Suddenly Zeo was struck by a hand that held his shoulder from behind. Zeo's breath felt heavy. He became shaky. Zeo hopes to run away soon. However, this hand that held his shoulder was quite strong. Zeo did not want to do this, but he had to turn his head to ascertain who was behind him.
“Aish!” Zeo grimaced while lowering his head. That guy was the teacher.
Zeo slowly ventured to look up. He began to hide his guilty face. “E-eh .. ma-mas.
Instantly the teacher pinched his ear so that Zeo was forced to get up and was dragged away by the teacher.
“A-a-ah …. Pain, Mas!” zeo Jerrit.
“Basic, Recalcitrant! Instead of apologizing late, run away. Just trouble me!” the teacher said annoyed.
“Aish! I got caught, I won't run. I can still walk on my own. So take off my ears. Pain, Mas!” zeo Protest.
Instead of letting go of Zeo's ears as Zeo had hoped, the teacher was even more pressing on his pinch.
“A-a-a-ish ..!”
“Who are you calling that Mas? I am forty years old and you are not half me. I am the same age as you or your father. So call me Mr.”
“But my father was an only child. I don't have om.”