Mr. Teacher, Love You
Following Up to Home.

I feel my finger like I'm stung by a low current of electricity, if the current is high I'll faint right! The sting flowed from my right index finger and continued all the way to my hand and then to my heart.

'Ah, why is this, why is my stomach so mules huh? is it because of the food I cooked?' ask me in my heart.

Frankly, my stomach is very heartburn because the eyes of Pak Yoga are so strange when I see me. I even lost my voice, I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound.

'What is this, why is my tongue suddenly twisted!' my mind again.

I pulled my hand from the mouth of Pak Yoga, it felt really strange. It was so strange that I made my hair stand up and my stomach go down.

"Ma.. sorry sir!" my exclaims were finally able to let out a sound from my mouth despite stuttering.

Pak Yoga stood up, and he led me to stand up and sit on a chair. He immediately looked for something, as he continued to open the shelf after shelf that was in the kitchen. After getting what he was looking for, Pak Yoga pulled up the chair and approached it near me. She opened a plaster and put it on me, on my right index finger.

"Here, be careful next time!" her words are soft.

I nodded my head slowly.

"Yes sir, sorry for the trouble. I'm home now! it's afternoon!" I shouted nervously.

Do not know also why I became so nervous, attention Pak Yoga can really make baper. Will I like someone's future husband? I shook my head many times. I took those strange thoughts out of my head. I walked slowly to the guest house, put on socks and tidied up my notebook and stuffed it into my school backpack.

I saw Pak Yoga take his car keys after cleaning up the broken plate.

"Let me drop!" bargain it with me. I glared in disbelief that he would drive me.

But if she takes me, then there will be many questions from the neighbors and also from my stepmother. I think it would be better if I just went home alone.

I immediately stood up and waved my hand repeatedly in front of my chest.

"No, sir, I'm going home alone! my house is not far away, anyway pity his angkot driver if my father, he does not get money from me, pity the deposit same boss later less!" my words really sound weird.

'Duh, I said what the hell?' I ask in my heart to myself.

I was very clumsy and clumsy, but I saw Pak Yoga instead chuckled back.

"Thou shalt look for excuses at length, tomorrow the exam must be like that!" yells at me.

I was silent for a while, more precisely I was dumbfounded to hear what Pak Yoga said. Moreover, he walked up to me and rubbed my head gently.

"Remember the material, so we can eat a burger tomorrow!" speak with a low and heavy tone of voice.

The blush!

For whatever reason it feels like I want to hide my face under the table, I think my face is really red.

I was still silently staring, as Pak Yoga approached me and the closer the side collar got, he whispered.

"Your face is blushing, you're beautiful!" whispered to me.

I think I'm going to pass out in a moment, I turn around and get away from him.

"I'm home sir, excuse me!" I said as I walked quickly, more precisely half ran out. I put on my shoes and immediately ran out of the gate and immediately ran away from there without looking back.

After quite a distance, I stopped and held onto my chest.

Deg. deg...

"Mampus I, papet actually this same prospective man, can be cursed to be my lick if you know!" I murmured while taking a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

Tin...

I looked back, because the horn was coming from that direction. I got off to the side of the road, I thought the car wanted to go through. But it turns out...

"So you live in this house?" ask Pak Yoga who poked his head from the car window after opening the window of his car.

I gaped back while tightly holding my two backpack straps.

"Ba.. Mr. Yoga!" I said surprised.

He got out of his car and approached me.

"Where's your house?" he asked then while glancing at some houses near us standing.

"What's this father doing here?" ask me.

I was silent for a while, there was no way Pak Yoga would deliberately follow me. What's he doing that for?

"Mother didn't follow me, did he?" ask me while looking at Pak Yoga with a full glance.

I became very curious, how could Pak Yoga happen to be here.

And the tall man, with a slightly long haircut in front like a sideways bangs, with a face similar to Adrian Maulana when he was young with a sharp nose and a clean white skin, was even chuckling softly.

"I did follow you, for a second!" he answered and walked towards his car.

Pak Yoga took something from inside there, then came back to me.

"Here, your student card. I found it in the car, yesterday I intended to return it to you while at school, but I forgot!" obviously while handing out my student card.

I took the card and put it in my uniform pocket.

"Thank you, sir, you shouldn't bother delivering it, tomorrow you can go to school!" say me

"I'm afraid to forget, oh yeah! which one is your house? still far?" ask her again who looks very curious.

I pointed towards my house.

"That one!" answer me briefly.

I saw that he just nodded his head, and turned back to me.

"I go home first, can I play to your house sometime?" ask her with a very relaxed face.

I returned gasp.

'Oh, what does that mean? he's playing at my house? what does he mean he wants to do me that? think about what the hell I am, yes when he wants to say me, he's a prospective man!' my inner.

"What do you mean by father?" ask those who don't understand.

"When, Sunday night for example! I go home first. See you tomorrow at school!" he said then get in the car.

His car pulled back and left the housing complex and I was still dumbfounded by what he said just now.

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