Mr. Teacher, Love You
Chatting With Bu Yani.

POV Author

After whispering something into his ear, Rasti's face completely flushed. He blushed and immediately rushed out from inside the Yoga house. He put up his shoes in a hurry then immediately opened the gate and ran away from the Yoga house.

While Yoga who saw Rasti behaved like that, along with blushing and smiling himself.

"What did I tell him just now? why would I tease her like that?" yoga asked himself.

Then he got out of the house, intending to take his suit which was still left in the car. But he saw Rasti's student card on the dashboard of his car. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, he got into the car and caught up with Rasti.

But he was a little late, when he reached the stop, Rasti had already entered into an angkot. And I don't know what Yoga thinks, instead of turning around and giving Rasti a student card tomorrow. He instead did his car follow the angkot.

When the transport car stopped in a residential complex alley, he saw Rasti get off the public transport and he turned into the alley. Far enough he followed before he finally honked his horn.

Tin..

Rasti turned his head, and how surprised Rasti was when he realized who was in the car.

"So you live in this house?" sapa Yoga while mentioning her head from the car window.

"Ba.. Mr. Yoga!" Rasti tampar surprised.

"What's this father doing here?" tanyanya.

Yoga came out and approached Rasti, making the girl retreat a little.

"I did follow you, for a second!" he got in the car and took something from inside.

Yoga then approached Rasti again.

"Here, your student card. I found it in the car, yesterday I intended to return it to you while at school, but I forgot!" Yoga handed Rasti student card.

"Thank you, sir, you shouldn't bother delivering it, tomorrow you can go to school!" rasti said as he grabbed the card and pocketed it.

"I'm afraid to forget, oh yeah! which one is your house? still far?" tanya Yoga while circulating her gaze to the houses before her.

"That one!" point Rasti at a house not far from him, and it is indeed his home.

"I go home first, can I play to your house sometime?" tanya Yoga makes Rasti look confused.

"What do you mean by father?" ask Rasti cengo

"When, Sunday night for example! I go home first. See you tomorrow at school!" sahut Yoga got into his car and left.

Rasti is still pecking in place, like her papet.

"Rasti!" call Ms. Yani, Rasti's neighbor.

Rasti regained his senses from his daydream and immediately turned to the origin of the voice earlier.

"Eh, yes, Miss Yani!" Rasti answered the greeting from Bu Yani.

Yani approaches Rasti and looks towards the end of the alley.

"Who was that? really handsome? oh, you are?" ask Yani curiously.

Yani thinks it is impossible that the handsome man is Rasti's girlfriend or friend because he looks more mature than Rasti.

"Oh, that's my teacher Bu Yani. He gave this student card to me!" rasti replied and what he said was honest. It was true that Yoga gave her student card.

"Where are you missing?" yani asked slightly frowning her forehead.

Rasti rounded his eyes.

'Ah, yes too. What do I answer? there is no way that I will answer in the lobby of Yoga, and Bu Yani will be there again, how can I? well, long is business! sorry, Miss Yani, Rasti lied a little papa!' inner Rasti.

"That's Mom, missed at school. Eh pas Rasti came down from the angkot, happened to be Rasti teacher saw Rasti, so he returned the same card Rasti!" rasti said while grinning.

Bu Yani is seen nodding his head. Rasti thinks the answer makes sense and surely Bu Yani believes.

Rasti widened her eyes.

'The longer it is here, the stranger it is to ask Bu Yani. I also often go in and out of BK!' room!' inner Rasti.

"Oh yes, Miss Yani! Rasti pamit go home first!" say I'm as friendly as possible.

"Oh yeah, you must be a laper. Come home at this hour! there are extra lessons, right?" ask her again.

Rasti just rolled his eyes off guard, like it was not easy to get away with it when he was chatting with Bu Yani.

"Yes ma'am, extra tutoring. Another week of class exams!" answer Rasti.

Now it was Bu Yani's turn to round her eyes to hear Rasti's reply.

"What!!! another week. Amir lied to his mother again. He said it was still seven days. You Amir, this is it! what's going on with his fucking head!!!" omel Bu Yani then went into his house looking for his youngest son named Amir.

Rasti was made dumbfounded because of what Bu Yani said earlier. Rasti scratched his head while muttering softly.

"So he said he was lying to Amir, the class exam is not for another week but seven days? Well, the problem is that seven days a week is the same, what's the difference?"

Rasti shook his own head, this neighbor is indeed strange according to him, he giggled amusedly to see Bu Yani who was chasing Amir with a chicken feather duster in his hand.

Rasti stepped into his house, opened the gate and his eyes were fixed on his father's car parked in the garage.

"Tumben's at this hour I'm home!" he muttered while opening the door.

"Rasti, are you home?" ask Rita, Rasti's stepmother

"Hm!" Rasti only cleared his throat as the answer.

Rasti looked at the suitcase her father had brought.

"Where is Dad going?" tanya Rasti saw the father and the suitcase in her father's hand alternately.

"Your grandmother is sick, she went to the hospital this afternoon. Rita's mom and dad are going to see her!" rudi answered his daughter.

"Armas grandmother is sick?" ask Rasti worried.

Irma's grandmother was the mother of Rudi, Rasti's father.

Rudi nodded quickly.

"Not Irma's grandmother, but Sari's Grandma!" answer Rudi.

And immediately Rasti's facial expression changed from anxious to indifferent.

"Tirta's coming too, right? good Rasti's home alone!" rasti said as he stepped towards the stairs.

"Son, he'll keep you at home!" sahut Rudi made Rasti stop his steps.

"Why not, he was invited. Rasti's a big dad, no need to take care of everything!" reject Rasti.

"There is no bargain, you must recede as long as Rita's father and mother leave the city, your pocket money you father love to Tirta, if you make trouble again. I told Tirta to cut your pocket money..."

Rudi had not finished advising Rasti, but the girl had already run up the stairs and entered her room while slamming the door.

Blam it!

"Rasti!" shouted Rudi.

"Udah, mom! maybe he's tired. Let's go!" rita cried while embracing Rudi's arm.

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