Mr. Teacher, Love You
Start Les Private.

I walked back in the opposite direction to the stop. I forgot I had to meet Pak Yoga and private lessons with him. I walked with slow steps. Because the weather today is a little cloudy so it's not too hot. I can walk around without getting too hot.

After a few minutes of walking, I arrived at the residential complex where Pak Yoga lived. I've been standing in front of the fence of the Yoga Pak house. But the door to his house was closed. My hand that was about to open the gate, I pulled again because I remembered one more thing.

"Ih, why my brain is slow not upgraded upgrade. Arini cs said that Pak yoga again feeting wedding dress. Why am I still trying to get here?" I muttered to myself. I think my brain is so weak.

I turned around and almost stepped, before hearing a voice from behind me.

"Rasti!" call someone behind me.

I looked back, surprised. It was Pak Yoga, Pak Yoga who called me. Turns out he's home. He approached me, walked in quick steps and opened the gate.

"Where are you going? have you come to go again?" ask me with a flat face.

I blinked my eyes fast, and scratched my non-itchy nape.

"I.. That's. I thought you weren't there, because the door was closed!" answer me that is true like that.

She even smiled and held my palm. I looked up at his hand that was holding my hand.

"Let's go in!" take it with me while pulling my hand slowly.

And as hypnotized by his words and views, I followed his steps into the house.

Pak Yoga opened his door wide, and allowed me to sit in the living room.

"Sit down first, I'll grab my laptop first!" he said then went into his room.

I sat on the sofa in the living room, I only wore socks because my shoes were loose and put them outside the door. I took off my backpack and took out my notebook and exercise book, and my yellow pencil case with the adorable yellow Spongebob.

Shortly afterwards Pak Yoga came out of the room, and he also changed his clothes as it turned out. He was wearing a shirt and trousers. Now he only wears collared shirts and short jeans. Seeing him look like that, it turns out he looks younger and more handsome.

He sat down next to me and opened his laptop.

"Look, this is your grade from the first semester until yesterday, and it turns out...!"

"Do you know my grades from the first semester?" I asked him to interrupt Yoga because I was so curious, not that he had only been a teacher for a week at school.

He even smiled.

"I'm a teacher, I can get my student's grades from the office. And look at your worth! what the hell is it? are you having trouble understanding the lesson? or is there something else that makes you not excited? the problem is not just the subjects I teach, almost all of your grades are bad, except art lessons!" obviously Pak Yoga at length.

I just lowered my head when I finished looking at my value record on the Yoga pack laptop monitor screen. So shame yourself to see all the values that are mostly red.

"I don't know either, sir, I think my brain capacity is small. And can't afford all those hard lessons!" answer me origin.

"You got a problem, huh?" ask her when she sees me silent and daydream.

I shook my head quickly.

"No sir, where do we start now?" ask me Yoga sir.

Pak Yoga is seen opening a new page and re-showing the lessons he taught yesterday.

"We repeat yesterday's material yes, about the law and the judiciary. You know that the Law is essentially a guardrail, so that human life is safe and peaceful. Something is called a law if it contains elements: rules regarding human behavior in the society; rules are made and set by authorized bodies; the rules are coercive; they are coercive; they are; and sanctions against violations of those rules are firm." she told me.

I can actually read it in person. But hearing it explain made me understand more.

"Whatever is characteristic of the law is the existence of orders and prohibitions, and those orders or prohibitions must be obeyed by everyone." he continued.

I was even fascinated by his shady face and looks.

"You're wrong about the meaning of the judiciary, you, The judiciary is a state court, an institution formed by the state as part of the state authority in the field of judicial power with the source of law applicable in the State. And you answer it just by writing a religious court, actually you're serious no?" ask him.

"Rasti!" call him again because I'm daydreaming.

"Well! yes sir!" answer me.

"You daydreaming again?" ask her later.

"Sa... I am still confused, repeat the explanation again may?" ask me while smiling awkwardly.

Pak Yoga smiled and repeated his explanation once more. And when he asked me, I started to be able to explain what he was doing.

"Good, you're starting to understand. You hungry no?" her question suddenly made me flinch.

"Can you cook?" ask me again.

I nod my head slowly, I can cook, while on holiday at home I like to help my aunt cook when Rita sugianto is not at home. But if there was him, I would rather keep myself locked up all day in my room.

"Good, we're going to the kitchen! I bought some food, we cooked together and had lunch together! how's it?" ask me while smiling.

'Ouch, melt me!' my mind saw the smile of Yoga sir so charming.

I nodded quickly. He walked towards the kitchen, I took off the socks I was wearing to make it easier to move. And I followed her into the kitchen.

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