Mr. Teacher, Love You
Raininess.

I was surprised to hear the question Pak Yoga, I was so embarrassed when I would look at him inevitably finally turned my head with a twitch on my forehead.

"I'm with Marco dating?" ask me back to Yoga.

I shrug my head.

"Why do you think that?" ask me again even though Pak Yoga has not answered my previous question.

"You look so familiar, you don't even hesitate to touch it!" answer Pak Yoga which frankly still feels ambiguous.

"Touching how?" ask me again.

I remember what happened at school.

"Oh, I mean my right-hand man Marco's arm, is this it?"

Plaque!

I practiced what I did to Marco at school, I hit the arm of Yoga sir. When the handsome man turned his head towards me, I immediately closed my mouth and folded my palms in front of my face.

"Oh sir, sorry sir. I did not intentionally!" I panicked and apologized for what I was doing.

I really do miss this stupidity. Masa'yeah, I practiced it on my teacher.

"Yes, it's like that. The heat turns out to be your hand!" his words are flat and mediocre.

I lowered my hand and turned my body towards the Yoga pack.

"Mother not angry?" ask me and he just answers my question by shaking his head.

I stroked my chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, please. If that's normal, sir. I'm the same Panji even worse if joking, can thrash can throw shoes..."

"An appointment?" ask Pak Yoga and make me stop my long sentences.

I nodded my head quickly.

"Yes, IPS child's banner. But she's twelve years apart from me, she's also my neighbor!" obviously I'm on Yoga sir.

"Your guy friends are a lot too? isn't your boyfriend jealous?" ask me Yoga.

And that Yoga Pak question made me spit out a laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha!" my laughter broke out.

"I'm sorry sir, my father is just there. Look at me, where there's something interesting about skinny girls, a bunch of me, let alone they know I'm forgetful and kind of a dudul, ha ha ha. I have-there is!" say me frankly.

"You're not like that!" said pak Yoga.

I immediately stopped my stiffness hearing what Pak Yoga said.

'No, baper again me!' my mind then.

"You must have just come in, you shouldn't have come down. Quickly get to the terrace!" yells.

Pak Yoga opened the gate and parked his car in his garage. She looked soaked, and when I looked towards my own body. I'm just like her, soaked. Even the yellow tank top that I used to coat my uniform can now be see-through because my uniform is wet. I became more and more misbehaved, when Pak Yoga even continued to look at me and never opened the door.

Adrian POV Yoga

I got out of the car when I parked it in the garage. My clothes were all wet, and I saw Rasti who was standing at the door and turning her back to me was also drenched.

I don't understand the girl, if it's another girl then she's going to stay in the car because she's definitely not happy if she's hit by the rain just to open the gate. But this girl is different. He even took the initiative, and intended to push the fence of my house.

She turned around, making me gasp because her uniform was soaking wet making something visible from behind her uniform. I don't know, I really don't know what's interesting about this girl in front of me. But my eyes really can't resist the beauty that's in front of me.

"Sir Yoga! sir!" call her and instantly I wake up from my daydream.

I opened the door and opened the door wide. It's just the two of us, and I don't want to make anyone misunderstand closing the door. Although in this area neighbors one with the other neighbors never interfere or care about their respective affairs. That's why I'm quite comfortable living in this complex.

I immediately switched to the guest bathroom, and got a towel for Rasti.

"Here, you use the guest bathroom. I wear that in my room. I'll get you my shirt so you don't catch a cold!" I said and immediately went into my room.

I immediately headed to the closet, Rasti's body was very thin, I don't think there will be any shorts that fit for her.

I rubbed my hair confused, but I got my gym pants.

"It's ngaret, maybe she can wear it!" muttered.

I picked up a pair of shorts and a collared shirt for Rasti, as most of my shirts were indeed collared. I went out and knocked on the guest bathroom.

Tok tok...

"Rasti, I brought a change of clothes for you!" I shouted in front of the guest bathroom door.

Chequek...

The door was open, but only a little. Rasti just stuck out one wet hand and made my mind travel in an instant. I shook my head many times quickly. Dispelling all the weird thoughts in my head. I handed the clothes to Rasti, and immediately went to my room to change clothes as well.

In my bathroom, I flushed my head with a shower, my head would be dizzy if after being exposed to rain water did not flutter like this. But in the middle of my activity, I remembered what I saw on the doorstep and Rasti's wet hands were outstretched from the bathroom. Unknowingly I felt my heart beating so fast.

"Maybe I like it?" muttered.

Adrian POV end yoga

I rinsed my hair and changed my clothes. Yoga Pak Shirt is really big, but his pants are quite tight but ngaret. I could hear myself looking at my appearance in front of the mirror inside the guest bathroom belonging to Pak Yoga. After combing my hair, I came out of the bathroom and passed by a Yoga pack that just came out of his room.

Again the gaze again, a gaze that I do not understand but makes my heart so unsettled.

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