Mr. Teacher, Love You
Good Intentions of Yoga.

I unconsciously said that sentence and Pak Yoga even more sharply looked at me. I closed my mouth and retreated little by little.

'Ouch, Rasti. Where did you buy it anyway? good he wants to teach you private sukur-sukur free, you are even so the same people. Udah deh, this abis you must be expelled, continue in the same thud Delia and the gangs, continue battered. Keep getting angry because you fight again, pocket money is cut. Just can snack fried every day, the more flat you!' my mind already predicted what might happen after this.

But while I was still wrestling with my own thoughts, he came closer to me, when I took one step back he took one step forward, when I took two steps back, he also took two steps forward. It feels very nervous, where is his gaze so sharp, does he want to nyekek I sanking his regret huh?

Brugh!

I fell down, fell unethically because behind me was a couch. Fortunately there was a sofa, but the sofa also made me fall with my feet on top.

"Pffttt.. ha ha ha!"

And unfortunately again, instead of helping me wake up, Pak Yoga even laughed very satisfied to see me toppled like this.

'Oh, thankfully handsome if not, I underestimate face, not nolongin even laugh! uh what was I saying, he's handsome?' my inner.

I looked at her carefully, she laughed out loud until I saw her move her hand wiping away the tear point that was in the corner of her eye from laughing.

'He is also 'Yes, he is handsome!' my mind again.

But a second later I shook my head quickly.

"Gue thought what the hell was that?" my murmuring that you barely hear yourself.

I tried to get up, and justify my uniform that had been messed up by the fall.

"Look at the hard guy!" muttered.

"You are, it's chatty, it's not cool, it's sloppy again. You must still be single, right?" ask her.

And that question made me want to punch him in the handsome face.

I put both my hands on her waist, I ruffled her waist.

"Eh, do you have a boyfriend? no, right? this is a plain house wall, must be the same as your father's heart?" I asked and I saw his facial expression change.

I put my hand down, like I'm talking wrong again. It's at his house, and I'm alone, not really good if you join pencak silat but only a week doang, I regret it. Why don't I join regularly like Panji, I must at least be able to defend myself and not have to run away when someone wants to fight with me.

"Would you not be my girlfriend?" her question suddenly and it managed to make me instantly speechless and sculpt.

Deg. deg...

My heart was beating so fast, I was completely rendered speechless, when Pak Yoga said the question, his face was serious and his tone was, you know, able to wash away. I'm single, but that doesn't mean I've never been shot, dozens of guys have shot me, but I'm missing their nanggepin. Even the Panjul, uh I mean the Panji also shot me, but I refused outright. He is a playboy who has not dated for more than three months. I could break my heart later.

I still blink my eyes slowly.

"Ba... ba..pak. said what was that?" I got nervous and my hands got cold. My legs feel so limp, like I'm about to faint.

"Pffftt..ha haha!"

I opened my eyes, and he laughed. A second later I realized he was pranking me.

Plaque!

My reflexes hit his arm strongly

"Not funny!!" I snatched at him.

Ih, the habit of lifting people up high continues to be slammed just like that.

And I just squinted my eyes at him.

"Rasain, tell me who's kidding isn't funny!" I was angry at him.

'Oh, I was a baper! I'm one teacher!' my mind is still upset.

I approached the window, and made sure there was no Delia and the gangs there. And it turns out they're gone. I immediately opened the door and was about to get out of the Yoga Pak house, but again the man held me back. He pulled my wrist until I looked at him.

"Don't forget school tomorrow! tomorrow I don't go to school, there's business. Don't forget!" it was fun to remember me.

"I don't have the money to pay for tutoring!" my pretext is reasoned.

"What did I say, I asked for payment? I'd like to help you. Your grades are terrible. You're going to take the class exam next week, I just want to help you!" he said and then let go of my hand.

I opened my eyes again.

'People want to help me without pay! so good of him!' my inner.

"Well, I'm coming home from school tomorrow!" I answered and then left the Yoga house.

After coming out of the gate, I turned my head back and saw Pak Yoga still standing at the door and smiling at me.

"My feelings, or does he like me? it's my crazy PD!" I muttered while giggling to myself and walked towards the house.

***

Upon arrival at home, again I had to listen to music that had been ignited by Rita Sugianto.

"Sore Rasti, you just came home? why have you been coming home so late lately? have you had lunch?" ask my stepmother repeatedly.

"Rasti's taking lessons, another week of exams!" answer me as it is but with indifference and without looking at Rita Sugianto.

I was about to walk in, but someone held my wrist and pressed down firmly. I turned and it was Tirta who did it.

"Get my hands off!" I snarled at my half-sister.

"Can't if you say the same nyokap I'm polite, it's good you're on tegor..!

"Who asks for a rebuke, take off my hand!" yell again.

Rita Sugianto, my stepmother and Tirta's biological mother approached us.

"Tirta, take off Rasti's hand. You can't do that!" he tried to pull Tirta's hand from me.

Tirta immediately let go of my hand because she was very obedient to her mother.

"Well, if you're not polite anymore, just as much as I am!" snatch it at me.

I did not answer and ran up the stairs and entered and locked my door. I dropped my body on the bed and cried.

"Mother, Rasti kangen mother!" shirih ku.

***

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