Mr. Teacher, Love You
Baper.

The next day, I woke up very early. I set the alarm on my phone at 05:00 in the morning. I don't think the stray gurney is awake yet.

"Yes, the complex bull hasn't woken up. I'm so bad I screwed his motorbike. Until the Jakarta flood there is no more ogah I bonceng motor he!" I murmured while shaking my shoulder.

I was walking around, but this was in my own house but I looked like a thief. I chuckle at myself with what I'm doing right now.

I went to the back, precisely to aunt's room. I think he must have woken up.

And sure enough when I approached back, auntie was drying clothes.

"Well, auntie's been doing laundry this early?" ask him.

And to be honest, I really care about my aunt. He was no longer young, older than Rita Sugianto, but he had to get up at dawn and do all this work.

"Supervise dry quick non! tumben once non Rasti has been awake, has been wearing a complete uniform as well. Aunty hasn't made breakfast yet, aunty made breakfast!" exclaimed aunt and left the job she had done before.

I followed my aunt's step into the kitchen, deftly taking the loaf of bread and smearing it with butter, and she lit the toast. Aunt baked two pieces of bread that had been smeared with butter earlier. Then nimbly grab a glass and pour my favorite chocolate milk. Aunty has been working in this house for a long time, as I remember when I was five years old, aunty has worked here. Even my father said, before he married my mother, my aunt had worked here. Unfortunately, he never answered if I asked him about my mother.

"Please non!" exclaimed aunt while putting a glass of finished chocolate milk in front of me.

I immediately downed the milk, I asked the aunt to wrap it in bread paper for her toast. Because I'll eat it later on public transport alone.

"Bi, Rasti's leaving. Lock the door first yuk!" I shouted at aunt.

Aunty followed me, the problem is still six o'clock, not even bright. I was afraid of being blamed until I came out without my aunt's knowledge with the door unlocked as well when the atmosphere was quiet.

Although this residential complex area is safe, there is no harm in keeping watch.

I've walked away from home, it feels great to escape from that stray barn. I stopped my steps in front of the stop. It's been crowded here, many mothers seem to want to go to the market and some people are dressed in OB uniforms. But no one in school uniform but me. Of course, who is going to leave this early for school, I'm sure the school gate is not open yet.

I took a public transport that was not too crowded. A few minutes later I arrived at the school gate. And the gate's open.

I immediately went in there, it turned out that my guess was wrong. Maybe because I never left the morning before. It turned out that there were many students who came, and most were picket students. I'm just saying that if the picket comes in it's still noon, I feel guilty right now. Quickly, Indri likes to nag if I come late.

I walked into my class, and saw Marco was already there.

"Ko's sake! what's lu?" ask me while greeting him.

I saw him reading a notebook.

"Well, seriously learning?" ask me again while sitting in front of him.

"For Rasti, tumben lu dateng dawn gini. What dream are you semalem?" ask without looking at me.

"Lu don't see me, do you know it's me?" ask me again. And I did deliberately want to disturb her learning. Impressed ignorant indeed, but Marco is one of the top ten in this class. And frankly, I envy her.

"Don't you bother me on purpose?" this time he asked while looking at me without closing the book.

I just grin.

He put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Well, it's wrong to eat you Ras! what's your semalem eating?" ask him.

I immediately shook his hand.

"Ih, serious guy. Yes, I taught myself!" I was upset and turned to my desk and Marco was still staring in disbelief at me, before he finally looked back at his notebook.

I sat down on the chair and put my bag on the table. I grabbed my notebook and my aunt's toast. I didn't get to eat at the angkot because a lot of people were paying attention.

While chewing, I continued to read and remember the explanation of Pak Yoga. I didn't feel like my toast was over and my friends were in class.

"Rasti, what dream am I? how did you come before me?" yusita asked and sat in her chair.

"Lu nginep in class huh Ras?" ask my classmate Dodo too.

"Elah, really excited. I'll take my first break tomorrow!" I'm caught off guard.

"Ssttt on diem first yes, I want to learn!" my exclaims to others made them stare with strange faces and not believe me.

They were silent, they were actually very kind. The bell rang, and the first lesson was the lesson taught by Pak Yoga. I'm very ready for the test.

As usual Marco prepared us to greet after that without lingering Pak Yoga immediately handed out the exam paper. But when it came to my turn, he grabbed the paper that was at the bottom of the pile.

Although his attitude was ordinary and flat, but I widened my eyes when I saw the paper. On my question sheet, underneath I saw the inscription 'Sangkat Rasti, you can definitely!'

I immediately turned to Pak Yoga who was still sharing the exam question sheet.

'Wow, not really. I can actually baper this way! where she wants to marry again. Oh, my God, why don't you send her when she's single!' my inner.

My hands became trembling, I was initially convinced even became nervous to see the question sheet in my hands. But I kept quiet for a moment and thought.

'Don't be all about having a note like this!' my inner.

"Wi, see about you?" ask the Goddess.

"Why?" ask Goddess.

"Bent on doang!" I said and then reached out to the Goddess.

And it turns out there's no writing like the one on my problem sheet.

'No, Baper is really me!' my mind again.

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