Mr. Teacher, Love You
Deafness Tirta.

I ran inside, climbing the stairs so fast. I took a quick glance and saw that the stray gurney was not chasing me and was just closing the door. I went into my room and locked the door.

I slammed my backpack on the study table and slammed my body on the bed.

"Capek really, tired of the body, tired of the mind because of Pak Yoga plus tired ati I am the same stray gerandong tuh! sebel. sebel.. sebel.." I lamented while lapping the pillow beside me.

I get up, sit with my legs folded like a man would meditate. I grabbed the pillow I hit and touched my forehead again.

"Ih, why also pack Yoga kiss my jidat. I'm getting baper!" lamented again.

"But I can't baper, I have to say my love is the same Pak Yoga! Got to!" I muttered determinedly.

Tok tok tok tok

I turned to the door because I heard my door being knocked by someone.

"Non, this is aunt. Let's have dinner first non!" auntie from the front door.

I breathed a sigh of relief, I thought it was a stray barrage but it turned out to be auntie.

"Yes, bi. Rasti's gonna take a shower!" answer me and I immediately move from the top of the bed to the bathroom.

I threw the Yoga pack shirt I was wearing in the dirty laundry basket, turning towards the clothes.

"Later if it's washed the same in the same iron aunt, I'll turn back the clothes!" muttered.

A few minutes later, after taking a shower and changing clothes also tidied up my hair. I immediately went down to the first floor leading to the dining room. There I saw Tirta sitting in the chair that he used to sit in.

"Please non, aunty has prepared papaya flower stir fry favorite non Rasti!" exclaimed auntie directly turned my plate from her original position that was face down.

I sat down where my aunt had prepared me.

"You want auntie to get the rice, non?" ask aunty kindly.

"Not bi, thank you. Auntie's eating yuk!" take me to aunt.

Aunty looked surprised she turned a glance towards Tirta who was busy eating without caring about us and turned her head back towards me again.

"No need to be non, then aunt will eat in the back!" he nodded and went straight back to the kitchen.

I took the rice and side dishes onto my plate. I ate it with great gusto, because papaya flower stir-fry is indeed my favorite food.

"Tomorrow don't run away again. Bokap you already nitipin you same me. So I'm in charge of your safety until your bokap comes home from out of town! And your extra tutoring problem, I just called bokap. He asked teacher les you to teach at home!" tirta exclaimed at me while putting down her spoon and fork, it seemed like she had finished eating.

"Gue can't afford to pay if he has to take his teacher home!" I told Tirta.

After all, my relationship with Pak Yoga is not like before. I was yelling at him and talking rudely to him. I also tutoring at his house it's free. But after what happened today, I don't think I want to take any more lessons with Yoga.

Tirta was seen snorting seriously, he put his fingers together and put his elbows on the table. I frowned a little at it, because it was the same as my father often did when he finished eating together at this table.

"Don't think about the cost, dad said it was for tutoring. I'd be happy to send it all to you!" yells.

"No, I want to stop doing extra lessons..."

Brakes

I gasped, almost the spoon in my hand fell because I was surprised when Tirta hit the table. Although not too hard, I was not ready, so I was shocked.

"Can't stop, the class test is in a minute. Later I will talk to your teacher. What's name?" tirta's snapping made me spontaneously mention names...

"Sir Yoga! oops..!" I shut my own mouth. Because of the pressure from Tirta I even mentioned his name. Indeed, since when Pak Yoga taught tutoring, he only taught me.

I was not feeling the taste of eating anymore, mentioning the name of Pak Yoga got me back in mellow mode.

I put my spoon on the plate and shifted my chair back.

"Where are you going?" tirta asked in a tone that he had not yet lowered.

"Suddenly full of me, do not need to ngusrusin my life! take care of your own life! I don't want to go to tutoring anymore. Tired!" I complained and walked towards the stairs.

I climbed the stairs to the second floor, I was excited for dinner. But the conversation with Tirta made my appetite disappear somewhere. I opened the door, entered the room and closed the door and locked it.

I sat on the edge of the bed. I'm still thinking about what happened this afternoon. It really ruined my mood.

"After this, how do I take yoga after meeting you at school?" I murmured to ask myself.

After a long silence and thought, I found a way that I and Pak Yoga completely forgot what happened yesterday and before. I found a way for Pak Yoga to not care about me anymore.

"Gue knew I had to be a dissident with him. Let him hate me, keep not caring about me!" muttered.

I have found a way, and now I close my eyes and rest my mind and body from all the fatigue that exists.

***

The next day ...

I set the alarm at 5 a.m. And intend to avoid Tirta, avoid not having to go to school delivered by the stray gerandong.

But when I finished the shower and got ready. I was surprised not to play when opening my room door it turns out that this nyebelin gerandong is already in front of my room door.

"Morning!" greet her with a voice to me.

I gasped, totally in disbelief. He greeted me with such a soft voice.

"What's in front of my room?" ask me ketus.

"Gue's waiting for you, so really want to leave at this hour?" ask her while looking at the watch that has her right wrist.

***

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