Mr. Teacher, Love You
Tirta

Tirta POVs

Again I had to look at this scene, and hear my mother's voice trembling with sadness, her words were never ignored by the girl who always made the act. I was confirming my motor gas beside the house, when I heard my mother talking and reprimanding Rasti who had just returned home. It was already very late afternoon.

That girl was like that, always coming home late. I don't know what he's doing out there after school, I just hope he doesn't do it again like he did yesterday. He fought, and made my mother have to go to school several times because the teacher BK called his parents.

My mother was so good, she never wanted to tell my father all of Rasti's bad deeds. But it seems Rasti was too blind to my mother's kindness.

And I heard him answer mother's scolding at him with a sniff, I slammed the Oneng I was holding and pulled his hand.

"Get my hands off!" she and my mother came straight to us.

"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!" he interrupted what I wanted to explain to him. I feel really upset at this little girl. It's been so good of my mother's attitude to her but she's never appreciated her at all.

She always adored her birth mother, and if she knew why she died. He would even be so ashamed of being born from such a woman.

I thought I wanted to tell this girl everything, but I promised my mom not to tell her. Otherwise I would have made him cry and regret his actions all this time to my mother and me.

"Tirta, take off Rasti's hand. You can't do that!" my mother came closer and told me that.

I really appreciate and respect her, I let go of this little girl's hand but I warned her before.

"Well, if you're not polite anymore, just as much as I am!"

And he said nothing, his eyes already glazed over and ran up the stairs leading to his room.

Mom rubbed my head slowly.

"Son, you don't act like that anymore huh to Rasti. He knew nothing, and he loved his father and mother very much. Mom's okay, it's mom's decision. Take care of and care of your whole heart, like you take care of and care for you!" my mother cried and made me breathe heavily.

Mother is too good, for the sake of maintaining the feelings of the son of the rancid, the mother willingly stamped as a destroyer of other people's households. But that's not the reality.

"Tirta doesn't like him acting like that to mom!" my lament.

My mother just smiled and rubbed my arms gently.

"Mom doesn't matter, son! over time when he grows up and can accept the reality then we will tell him the truth. But not now that he's still in High School, and in a week he'll be taking the grade-up exam. All this will bother him! Oh yeah, you're going to take the exam too, right?" ask mommy.

I knew he was just trying to shift our subject. But I nodded my head quickly.

"Yes, I'm going to take the exam too. Maybe next year I can already collect the right SKS, and can already start compiling the thesis!" obviously I'm with mom.

"That's great. And you can help your father in his company!" sahut mother. He's very happy.

Rudi's father wasn't bad either, he was a good man. I can't even believe a man as good as himself is betrayed by his own wife. Rasti's birth mother. But it's their business, I don't want to get involved. My mother forbade it too. But I really hope Rasti can appreciate my mother, because I know my mother really loves her.

The Tirta POV end.

As usual I even missed dinner last night. And I woke up in a position still wearing a school uniform and I woke up with a puffy face. I'm so upset, they're always interfering and dominating in this house. I became very upset at being in this house, it felt even so uncomfortable. I want a quick exam, then a vacation to my grandparents' house out of town.

Even if it was only a week or two it comforted me a lot and reduced the burden on my mind. I'm sometimes confused, I'm still in High School but the burden of my life why it feels so heavy huh.

I looked back and it turned out that pillows and bolsters were on my back. It's worth it to be heavy, my burden of life plus pillows and bolsters. I woke up and went into the bathroom.

Tok tok tok tok

When I was playing with soap, someone knocked on my door.

"Non, ladies and gentlemen, wait downstairs. Breakfast is ready. It's been six in thirty minutes!" exclaim the waiter in my house.

I glared and immediately rinsed my body, grabbed a towel and immediately dried my body. Put on the uniform and clean my school bag immediately.

"Oh, I don't have PR yet, I'm sitting very much in my life!" grumbling me while wearing socks and shoes in a hurry.

I combed the origin of my hair and clamped it with the origin anyway. I ran down the stairs to the dining room.

I looked at the breakfast of fried rice, then how I was going to take it while walking.

"Rasti, why are you always late. Install the alarm dong!" scold my father.

"Yes yeah, Rasti's alarm clock is broken. Rasti will buy a new one. Rasti is leaving! breakfast is at the cafeteria!" say me and then pass.

None of the three of them responded to what I said, because I immediately ran out. I can't ride a motorcycle, so I always walk to the bus stop and take public transportation from there. Not too far away, the hall is in front of the housing complex. About seven houses from my house.

Arriving at the stop, a big motorbike stopped in front of me and I knew exactly who it was. He opened his helmet glass and looked at me.

"Come on, I'm anter you to school!" exclaim Tirta.

I just stared lazily at him then looked around.

"Lu again caper same bokap me?" ask her.

"You mean what?" tanya her not less ketus.

"Definitely bokap again late right, that's why you're so smart attention, kind of like me!" say me.

He just shook his head and just hit the gas.

"Huh, you piece of trunks, just keep looking!" I muttered before stopping a public transport and riding it to school.

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