Mr. Teacher, Love You
So Embarrassed.

I went inside, and ignored what Marco was shouting. I grabbed my backpack and looked around the classroom. It's quiet, but I'm not afraid. I don't like horror movies, I never watch them. And I don't like to see on social media things related to that. And it made me feel no fear wherever I was.

I looked towards the whiteboard in front of the class, and there were still many writings of former Bu Tari Indonesian teacher who was the last lesson. I grabbed the blackboard eraser, and I removed the scribbles while occasionally reading them. As I was doing that, I felt someone had entered the classroom, I turned my head.

"Sir Yoga!" exclaim me happy.

But it seems like the facial expression of Pak Yoga does not imply that. He immediately walked towards the teacher's desk and placed a piece of paper on the table.

I was surprised, I clearly saw a red inked 5.5 number there. I'm so sad

'I turned out to be a failure!' my mind was very disappointed, of course, in myself.

I raised my head, looking at the face of Yoga sir who seemed to be disappointed with my daily exam results as well. I lowered my head again and grabbed the paper put by her yoga pack on the table.

"Sorry sir, I'm sorry. Thank you for teaching me yesterday!" I said in a soft voice and without raising his face looking towards Pak Yoga.

I feel so ashamed, all this is really exactly what Pak Yoga taught me yesterday. I was too stupid to not be able to do well. And make Pak Yoga disappointed.

I step next to Pak Yoga, I want to go home. And weep for stupidity until it's dinner time.

But all of a sudden, my wrist was held by someone. And that person is Pak Yoga, of course he is. Who else is in this room. I turned and looked towards him. His face had already changed, no longer feeling annoyed and disappointed. I think he was moved by my words just now. Maybe he feels sorry for me now.

"Like he can't change everything in an instant, right Rasti?" ask him.

I raised both eyebrows because I did not understand what Pak Yoga just said. I just kept quiet and like her it wasn't the reaction that Pak Yoga expected of me. He breathed and let go of my hand.

"From now on, every time you go home to school you have to come to my house for extra lessons. You should be better than this Rasti, otherwise how will you go up the class and what about your graduation in the twelfth grade!" exciting pak Yoga.

I looked up to him, he even thought that far. I just haven't thought about whether or not I'm going to class, she's been thinking about my graduation.

"Come on! we're home!" take him and walk ahead of me.

I'm still sculpting, I'm still digesting every word. And that last sentence, home? what does it mean to go home?

"Rasti!" call him 'cause I didn't even step my foot.

"What do you mean, sir? where are we going?" ask me frankly because I still don't understand. It's possible that if Dodo or Marco were here, they would laugh at the late-thought disease that I had dreamed of since birth.

"To my house!" he answered and walked out of the classroom.

I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty.

'To her house again?' my inner.

Slowly I followed the steps of Pak Yoga, he walked towards the car park. The atmosphere in the school and the surroundings was already very quiet. There are only a few motor students and also teachers who are likely to be excreted.

"Sir, should I sit next to you?" ask slowly, be careful.

"If you sit in the back, I'll feel like your driver!" his words were quick and it made me chuckle.

I scratched my nape that wasn't itchy.

"Oh yes sir, sorry!" I said clumsily and got in the car.

Pak Yoga closed the car door slowly, and walked around the front of the car to the driver's seat. I noticed the inside of the Yoga pack car, clean and fragrant. That was my first impression on this handsome guy's car that was my teacher. I also looked towards the back all clean and tidy. I remember again the condition of the Yoga Pak house, like he is indeed a man who likes cleanliness and neatness.

Pak Yoga was already sitting in the driver's seat, but slowly he approached me.

Deg. deg...

My heart rate is really erratic. It will be like the Korean drama I watched. Is Pak Yoga really interested in me who is skinny and his brain is telmi? I was still staring at him who was also staring at me, but...

"I put your seatbelt on, danger of driving without a seatbelt!" he said and put a seat belt on for me.

The blush!

I'm sure my face this time is already blushing with embarrassment, I'm sure Nina and Dewi will laugh until they shed tears if they know what I just thought and see for themselves what happened.

I saw Pak Yoga chuckling softly.

"Your face flushed Rasti, what are you thinking?" ask me Yoga.

Oh my God, why is he asking that. I turned my face the other way. So that he doesn't see it.

"Em, that's sir.. It's kind of hot today's weather!" I said give a reason.

Pak Yoga instead looked up at the sky from the windshield of the front car.

"This is overcast Rasti, my car also has AC, seriously you're hot?" ask her again.

I didn't know how he looked when I said that, because I turned my face away from him. I'm really so embarrassed. What else can I say as an excuse to him, if I had thought he would!

I still turned my face and fell silent making Pak Yoga immediately forward his car. Along the way I did not dare to look at Pak Yoga at all. It feels embarrassed and awkward. But all of a sudden,

"What do you have to do with Marco? you guys are dating?" ask Pak Yoga suddenly to make me look at him.

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