Mr. Teacher, Love You
The New PPKN Teacher.

"Woi Amir, don't go home! you bad boy!" shouted a mother who carried flip-flops in her hands and chased after her son who was riding his motorbike leaving her.

I often see Yani's mother yelling like that, surely her son Amir son who is still Junior High again stole the keys again and drove his father's motorcycle without permission.

The boy did make a scene a lot, most often even among my other neighbors. But this mother of Yani is actually my friendliest neighbor. He always scolds me when he walks in front of his house.

"Good afternoon, Miss Yani!" my greeting to the middle-aged woman who was still holding a sandal in her hand and she was not even wearing footwear on her feet.

Bu Yani smiled, and nodded her head once at me.

"Eh, Rasti just got home?" her question answered my greeting.

I also nodded once at him with a smile.

"Yes ma'am, excuse me!" while answering I'm sorry to him, passing by.

The residential complex where I live is quite crowded, every night there are also hansip officers who patrol the night, so my housing complex is quite safe and peaceful. But all of that was inversely proportional to the house that was currently in front of my eyes.

I'm pissed off, so I want to graduate and go to college and leave this house. I don't know where my father met my stepmother who for almost twelve hours a day always turn on music and sing indistinctly.

"Well, I'll be at the cafe again! heh... wonder it was this afternoon, Ck..!" I clucked in annoyance, even though the sound of the music wasn't too loud. I am also bored if every day my house is like in the event of the people.

I opened the gate, and Rita Sugianto was on the terrace watering plants while singing indistinctly.

There's no daddy's car, in the garage. It means dad hasn't come home yet. Sure was! if you've gone home this will be an impromptu Casablanca tunnel, silent and silent.

I shook my head many times, it was like a young man. Use a negligee and joget while watering the plants, hoping there is a Bang Kriwil talent scout is through what? that's not possible, is it?

"Definitely you're home?" ask Rita Sugianto that.

"Hem!"

I just cleared my throat and went inside the house. I climbed the stairs and headed to the second floor where my room was. It felt so tired, my feet like sticking to the stairs, very difficult to lift.

"Sure, it must be because I ran away but, really, pegel foot!" I muttered as I occasionally raised my own thighs with both hands to quickly reach the second floor.

While I was still painstakingly lifting my legs, all of a sudden...

Dugh!

"Oh" I screamed when someone hit me from behind until I sat on the stairs. It's a good thing I held firmly on the handle of the stairs, otherwise I would have fallen.

"Surge! go up the stairs for a long time!" said the guy who had crashed, continued to make me fall and even through that I feel no sin.

"Huh, you market thugs!" I snatched at him.

"About, these handsome gini at say market thugs, you little tomboy chicks don't sell! Jones lu singles!" he replied before slamming the door of his room.

"Ekh.. watch out for you!" I growled while clenching my hands.

I sighed again, I stood up and went back up the stairs. Though the stairs only three more, but it feels why it's like thirty more yes.

I finally got to my room. I purposely locked my room in it or when I went out. This is my world, a place where I feel safe and at ease, a place where I put a lot of pictures of my mother. I didn't even let my dad in because if that happened I'd burn all my mom's pictures like she did a few years ago. When Rita Sugianto came into this house.

I lay myself down on my soft bed, staring at the ceiling of the room. I accidentally ordered wallpaper with my mom's picture up there. She was smiling, very beautiful. I can always sleep well after seeing that smile.

Rita POVs.

Sometimes I feel really surprised, I never get rude to the kid, I always try to get close to him. But it seems like whatever effort I put in could not make him accept me.

He's like he thinks I'm the reason his father separated from his mother. But that's not the real truth.

But it's okay, he considers me his enemy. I will still love him as much as I love my real son Tirta.

The Rita POV end.

The next day, I woke up to the sound of an alarm I set at 5 am. I still wear my uniform yesterday.

"Huh, I haven't bathed dong from yesterday!" screech me while patting my own eel.

Too bad my stomach hasn't been given dinner yet.

"Double breakfast!" I muttered and then went into the bathroom.

Moments later, I came out in a new uniform and with body and hair already fragrant. I looked for a hairdryer and dried my hair. I'm reflecting...

"It turns out my tomboy is pretty too!" I murmured praising myself while I was grinning.

I grabbed my backpack, pulled out the book yesterday and looked at the lesson schedule on the pink piece of paper, with the white marker I had placed on the wall. After putting in all the books I put on my backpack and got out of my room, didn't forget to lock the door.

I came down the stairs, all at the dinner table.

"Night you didn't have Rasti's dinner?" ask my father.

"Yah's sleep!" I answered briefly and sat down in my chair.

I didn't care about the sharp gaze of the market thug who seemed annoyed because I didn't answer a greeting from his mother. After I finished breakfast, I went out without saying goodbye to anyone in the dining room.

"Rasti!" shouted Rudi.

"Yes, it's still morning don't mind this kind of thing!" said Rita.

I passed by not listening to the intimacy of two lovebirds who do not remember that age. I'm walking out of the compound, I'm riding a passing public transport. A few minutes later I arrived in front of the gate of Jaya Negara High School.

I went in and walked around, still early in the morning and still quiet about it. I saw someone who seemed to be a stranger getting out of his car and into the teacher's room not far from my class.

"Who is it?" I muttered while remembering who that person was.

I rounded my eyes when I remembered who that man was, he was the man holding my student card. I pulled Jessica, the head of OSIS at this High School, she must know who that guy is and why he walked into the teacher's room.

"Jes!"

"Flame!" lamented Jessica.

"Who did Om just enter the teacher's room? know you?" ask me.

"If you call Om-om, miss your news, he's yesterday in the cave class, he's the new PPKN teacher at this school!"

"Huh teacher! here?" ask me not to believe.

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