Mr. Teacher, Love You

Mr. Teacher, Love You
What's Up With Marco


I stepped my foot towards the gate in a shaky step. There was a feeling of guilt towards Marco, he looked sincere but he wanted to how else. This time I had to reject him firmly. It was also for her good, by not giving her hope, not that it made her heart's fate clearer and she could look for another girl, who was definitely not me.


But not yet through the corridor, I again patted my own eel.


"Jeez, hape me!" muttered.


Yusita had said that Kak Yoga had managed to find my phone, but he said that in front of Yusita and the others because they did not know the true story. All they know is my phone is gone.


I immediately turned around, turning my direction. Now I stepped quickly into the teacher room that was on the second floor. I quickly climbed the stairs one by one until I arrived in a very large room. The door of the room was wide open, so without hesitation I knocked.


Tok tok tok tok


"Excuse me!" say I'm polite.


"Please enter!" tell someone from the direction in the teacher's room. That voice I know very well.


I went straight in and because I knew where the Yoga desk was. I immediately approached her.


"Sir Yoga, good afternoon. Yusita said that...!" not yet I finished my sentence, Miss Tari walked up to Kak Yoga and gave him a soft drink and one small box that was like cake or something.


"Here sir, I brought you a cake!" said Bu Tari while smiling sweetly at Kak Yoga.


Do not ask the expression of Kak Yoga, he is even known by a very generous teacher smile here. Seeing such a spectacle before my eyes. I want to open the box and eat it. Sucks.


"Sir, my phone!" I said ketus but not too tight.


I was so upset to see the attitude of Yoga. After sister Yoga pulled my phone out of her bag and put it on the table. Without further ado, I took it and walked out of the teacher's room running without even saying thank you to Yoga.


Don't ask me why, because I'm so upset. I continued walking with occasional runs towards the school gate.


"Rasti!" calling Brother Tirta made me look straight at him.


I ran straight to Tirta.


"Sister, he's been waiting a long time. I'm sorry, that was...!" I stopped what I wanted to say to Mr. Tirta because I was looking across the street.


Those men who helped me yesterday from Friska's father's men were standing there. With the same composition, the three people one of them stood with sunglasses and looked at me, I guess. Two people sat straightening their legs in a small alley where no one had been there for a long time.


"Eh, even dumbass! why that?" ask Mr. Tirta while giving me the helmet.


I took the helmet and immediately took my eyes off the thugs. At first I wanted to say it to Mr. Tirta, but I think Mr. Tirta would have been very curious and approached them. And I don't think it's necessary, it seems like they have no bad intentions. So let it be.


"Sister, go home!" take me to Mr. Tirta after I get on the back of Tirta's motorcycle.


Brother Tirta doesn't seem to want to bother either.


"Okay, my sister is also a laper!" yells.


"Don't you eat in the campus cafeteria?" ask me.


"Feel mom's best, sister don't want to skip lunch made by mom!" he said he immediately started the engine and we left the school area.


After I think about it again. It is also true what Tirta said. I should be like him too, right, eating lunch at home. Sometimes I even miss dinner at home just for snacks that actually do not make me full as well.


***


The next day, I went to school as usual Brother Tirta drove me to the gate.


I was also surprised when I got off the bike, seeing Nina who was suddenly standing behind me.


"For Nina too!" replied Brother Tirta with a smile that seemed to be forced by him.


"Don't smile!" I whispered to Mr. Tirta in a quiet voice. I'm sure Nina didn't hear it. If he had heard it, he might have hurt me.


"Yes already, brother go first. Good bye Nina!" said Mr. Tirta and left.


I walked straight into the gate, but Nina was still standing in her place looking at the departure of Mr. Tirta. I stopped my steps and went back about three steps to align my standing position with Nina.


"Eh, come on in. Why are you standing on them like a statue? Nina, hello!" I said as I waved my hand in front of Nina's face.


But even after I did that, Nina was still silent and looked sad.


"Lu why Nin?" ask me who started worrying about Nina.


Nina lowered her head at a glance then raised her head back and turned her head towards me.


"Sir Tirta said goodbye to me...!" his voice sounds sad.


I then patted her shoulder.


"And he wants to go, so it's only natural that he rush and say goodbye to you, just like me too!" obviously I told Nina not to feel sad.


"Why do you have to goodbye, why don't you see me or see Nina again, the spirit of the test, so!" nina sounded so disappointed.


I scrunched my forehead and heard what Nina said. From his words, I misunderstood that Nina liked Tirta. I patted Nina on the shoulder and then squinted at her.


"Don't you like my brother?" ask me full search.


Nina gasped and dodged my hand that had been on her shoulder, my hand until it fell into its original place which was next to my body because Nina dodged quickly.


"Mom..no, I'm just sad why he said goodbye not to see you again...!" the answer was but very nervous.


It was really like the expression of a thief who was caught wet being caught doing his unworthy deeds.


"Related?" ask me again with great emphasis on each letter.


Nina then stepped forward leaving me.


"Augh ah, just go to class! runaway!" he said as he ran away from me, maybe his intention was to avoid me.


I chuckled to see that her fat body was like bouncing around as Nina ran like that.


I also walked straight to class. But before I got to the clear spot where I was doing the exam, I passed Marco. I wanted to greet him, but when we met a look, he immediately turned his face away and immediately left me.


My hand even stretched out to pat her on the shoulder, but quickly at a very fast pace she dodged me. My hands are still outstretched.


"What's the same with Marco?" ask me with a murmur.


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