Mr. Teacher, Love You
The Heart of Bu Tari

I was still walking towards the parking area when I saw Bu Tari standing next to Pak Yoga's car while carrying a box that seemed to be a cake box.

"Ih, do Miss Tari want to make my boyfriend diabetic, given a mulu cake!" I muttered and walked over to Miss Tari.

But I saw that he had his bag with him and seemed to be going home. Does he promise yes with Yoga, sis, but if he makes a pact why Kak Yoga told me to wait for him in the car and said he would call Mr. Tirta and tell Mr. Tirta if there was no need to pick him up.

"Good day, ma'am!" my greeting.

But Miss Dance like her did not focus on me, she was more focused towards the corridor from the examination committee room.

I also looked in the same direction, but no one came out of there.

"Money Dance, good day!" greet me once again to Miss Tari and this time I use a slightly raised tone of voice.

"Gee!" that was the first reaction uttered by Bu Tari she looked very surprised.

"Rasti, you're home. How's this way?" ask me.

True, what should I explain if I go home but instead pass from this place. This was even far from the direction of the gate why I had to take the initiative to say hello to Miss Tari.

I immediately scratched my nape that felt actually not itchy.

"Em that, anu ma'am. My sister was late to pick her up, so I thought I'd just wait here, all ngadem!" my spoken.

I think that's a pretty reasonable reason because in the parking area of the teachers' car there's a roof. And I immediately sat on a barrier between the park and the parking lot made of cement.

"Who are you waiting for?" ask me after I sit down sweet.

Ms. Tari turned her head and smiled a little, but if I see a sweet smile it's like people holding back urination. It seems very forced and not natural at all.

"No need Rasti, mom is waiting for Yoga sir!" answer her.

And I was not at all surprised to hear the reply from Ms. Tari because I had expected it. He just stood next to his car, Yoga, who else was he waiting for. I also just talked about asking that.

I also kept quiet after the last reply from Miss Tari. But all of a sudden, Miss Dance came up to me and sat down next to me.

"Rasti, you've got a boyfriend yet?" asked Ms. Tari who made me immediately frown my forehead.

"Well, how's that mom?" ask me back.

I didn't think that Miss Tari would ask me that. I have to answer what, yes' I said that I already have a girlfriend and my boyfriend is the person he is chasing. He could faint suddenly.

I immediately nodded and answered.

"Can't date Rasti's father!" answer me.

Bu Tari immediately nodded in understanding.

"That's well, same dong as mom. In the past, when school mothers were always banned from parents close to anyone, until graduating from college, mothers did not have a boyfriend, because the father always took the mother when he was in college, and then he did not have a girlfriend, finally until now I do not know how to express my own feelings!" obviously at length.

I also immediately noticed what Ms. Tari said. From the facial expression shown it seemed like he was telling the truth. I'm so sad to see him, he's probably over 25, but he's never been together. His life must have been very bland.

But if what she likes is my boyfriend, I won't budge on her either. I love Yoga and Yoga too.

I'm more surprised, Miss Tari asked what it was for. If he wants to find out about Yoga why ask me.

"Pak Yoga is good, it seems. He is rarely angry!" my reply made a very ordinary impression on Ms. Dance.

"You're right, he's very kind. There must be many who like him. You think you have a chance, don't you?" tanya Bu Tari further shows that she likes Kak Yoga.

"I don't know Mom, why don't you just ask Pak Yoga!" answer me who began to dislike the questions of Miss Tari.

And unfortunately when he said that line, the person we were talking about came near his car.

I chose to stay seated so as not to make Miss Tari suspicious of me. And sure enough Bu Tari even directly stood up and called Kak Yoga.

"Sir Yoga!" call Ms. Dance.

Kak Yoga did briefly look at me but then he noticed Bu Tari again. And it made me want to throw Kak Yoga's car keys into the pool near the teachers' car park.

'It could be that he is paying attention to others!' my nagging in heart.

Ms. Tari approached Kak Yoga who was seen trying to open her car door but could not.

"Sir Yoga, this is my cake for Yoga!" said Ms. Tari with a sweet smile. She even looks shy when handing over the box of cookies that are in her hands to sister Yoga.

I glared as Kak Yoga glanced at me. His hand was stretched out to take the cake box and then he pulled it back.

'If I take it, I won't talk to him again!' say me in my heart.

"Sir Yoga, this is my own making!" said Ms. Dance again.

"Sorry Mom Dance, but I'll be honest with Mom dance. I have a history of diabetes, so I'm sorry I couldn't take the cake that Miss Tari gave me!" obviously sister Yoga.

I must have scrunched my forehead and looked towards Kak Yoga.

'What kind of reason is that, directly to the point just say I already have a boyfriend, it makes a sprain!' I complained again in my heart.

"Oh so, sorry I don't know. Then next time I'll make a low sugar one!" said Ms. Tari who seemed to have not given up.

Yoga looked back at me. And I clenched my hand at him.

"Sorry Miss Tari, Miss Tari doesn't need to be like that, it doesn't feel good to the other teachers!" kak Yoga again gave an excuse.

I turned my face away as he looked back at me.

"I go home first Ms. Tari. Miss Tari would also want to go home, right?" ask me Yoga.

'Oh, why is that even? if he wants to go home together how try!' my nagging in heart.

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