Mr. Teacher, I Love You
17. Surprise
Eh? What the hell is going on? Does this chair run on its own? How is that possible?
Zeo lowered his head to look at the bottom of the car. He's getting astonished. The chair had no legs, but he was sure that the seat was moving.
“WAAA!” zeo screams when turning instead found Bara sitting next to him and turning the steering wheel.
“What are you doing?!” zeo asked with a heartbeat so tight.
I even smiled. Zeo looked cute with that surprised face. “It is precisely I who ask, what are you doing?” Bara's turning the question around. “Why are you looking down the chair all?”
Zeo's gaze spun around him. Now he realized that he was in a moving car. Then he hit his own forehead. “I'm crazy ... I'm crazy .. I'm crazy ..”.
Suddenly Bara touched Zeo's hand to hold back his behavior. Zeo threw Bara's hand and held her hand away until she hit the car door. Zeo's shock had not gone away. I laughed even softly. Zeo looks so sweet.
“What is your forehead that doesn't hurt?” ask for attention.
“Oh ...” Zeo looked up. “Not really. Sa ... sa ..” Zeo was confused. “Ah ..” Suddenly the idea came to him. “I'm just dizzy. I like to hit my head when I get dizzy again,” Zeo said lying while banging his forehead again, even harder than the previous blow.
“Udah. Stop over. Your head could be hurt later,” Bara said forbid. She grimaced to see him even if only once.
“No papa, Sir. I like it anyway. It feels better,” reject Zeo.
“How does it feel?” ask Bara who finally broke Zeo's daydream.
“E-e-eh ..” Zeo thought of the meaning of Bara's words. “Ah ..” He finally understood. “E-happy. B-but, you don't have to do this.”
“She said you're dizzy? When I was young, said my father this massage is the best,” timpal Bara boast of his massage.
“Ma-I mean .. You are, uh, I mean, you are a teacher and I am a student. I-this can be called if I am not polite?”
“After all you have done a lot of impolite actions to other teachers, including me,” Bara quipped.
Ah, crap! After the many disrespectful actions that Zeo had taken, Zeo regretted it for the first time.
“Out of school you don't have to call me father anymore. Call me papa. But don't call me. That is not polite for men who already have a family,” added Bara.
“But Bapakkan duda?” I don't know what Zeo was thinking until he dared to ask that.
Suddenly Zeo's hand holding the chair slipped. He fell down with his head staring at the car door. The embers who had not yet released their hands from Zeo fell down on Zeo.
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