Mr. Teacher, Love You
When Can You Be as Smart as Yusita?

I've been in my class, it's too early. And the ones in here are just a few of my friends who are doing the picket class. I put my backpack on the table, and decided to get out of the classroom. I stepped into the back of the school, there was a small garden and there was a stool as well. There is also the house of Mr. Anteng, school guard.

Usually every morning like this, Mr. Anteng's wife always clean the back garden. And I helped her often. Mr. Anteng and his wife just stay together guarding the school and stay behind the school. His son has a family and lives far away from him. Mr. Anteng's wife told me all that. They only go home Anteng pack when Lebaran or there is a family event.

But after I got to the back garden, I didn't find Anteng's wife there. I'm a little curious, actually where's his wife? But before I could go any further, my hand being pulled from behind by someone made me hit that person quite hard.

Bruck

"Augh!" I was surprised.

And my eyes opened when I saw who did it.

"Sir Yoga!" lirih I looked into the eyes of Pak Yoga who was also staring at me.

Deg deg deg

And somehow this feeling is still the same, my heart is still beating very fast for him. But I realized, this feeling is wrong. I can't like it and show that I like it. He's getting married, and that's only gonna hurt me more.

"Please sir!" I looked at him with an annoyed look.

"Rasti, we need to talk. I know I was wrong, and I'm sorry because I can't control my feelings for you. But I also want to tell you that I'm actually...!"

"Stop! stop sir! I don't want to hear anything more from my father. I'm just asking you to stay away from me, or I won't talk to you anymore!" ketus.

And when I ended that sentence, Pak Yoga slowly removed his grip from my wrist.

"You really want me to stay away from you?" her question and I saw her eyes start to glaze over.

And for some reason, when I saw him sad like that. My heart even hurts. I also want to cry when I see her sad like that. I can confirm that I really like him. And if I continue this then the one who will be hurt and ignored is me.

"This man is smart, right? you should understand my words. Yesterday I said I hated it and you had to stay away from me. And now it's the same, I want you to stay away from me!" I immediately ran away from Pak Yoga.

But I didn't go back to class, I went to the toilet. Because my crying has broken.

"Why should my first love be like this? why the hell did Pak Yoga just come to my life now?" I murmured complaining. I'm really frustrated. How will I deal with her next.

Long enough I was in the toilet, because the bell had rung so I immediately washed my face and wiped it with a tissue next to the sink.

I looked at the mirror that was quite large in the toilet, although not as big as the mirror in the hotel and Mall toilets, but this was quite wide as well.

"Rasti, come on. You can, you have to move on!" I murmured to encourage myself.

I walked lazily towards my classroom, and my eyes had to be wide again because I saw in the barn in front of the teacher's room.

But when I wanted to get close to it, again my hand was pulled by someone.

"Eh, our class is going there, not there!" exclaimed the Goddess while pointing in the direction I was going.

"Wi, that..!"

"The bell from earlier Rasti, the hunt!" he yelled and pulled me towards our class.

I could only look towards the teacher's room while walking in a frenzy because the Goddess pulled me quickly. I was really curious what exactly the nyebelin wagon was doing in the teacher's room.

The first lesson began, and it turned out that it was when me and the Goddess entered the classroom earlier. Bu Tari our Indonesian teacher has not yet entered the classroom. So you're not in the law or anything.

And as always, I was less able to grasp this lesson well.

'It looks like I do need extra tutoring, but not with Yoga sir!' my mind in the midst of the dizziness my head caught the lesson.

Without feeling the first lesson hours are completed, and will be continued with the History lesson by Patience.

"Good day, kids!" greet Mr. Patience when you just open the classroom door.

He was like that, no need to wait for Marco to prepare us. He always greeted us first and greeted us.

"Good day, Patience sir!" answer us in unison.

This four-eyed teacher, I mean she wears glasses that are thick enough to put her bag on the table and open the history textbook that she was about.

"Alright, my children hope you are in good health today. Because if we are in a healthy state and also a healthy mind, then we will be able to understand history. Bung Karno once called 'Never forget history' anyone knows why he called for it?" ask Patience to look at us.

And I should have guessed not who would raise their hand and answer their questions. If not Yusita, Marco is definitely Dodo.

And sure enough Yusita immediately raised his hand, making Pak Sabar smile but made Dodo and Marco sigh heavily because they lost quickly with Yusita.

"History is the identity of our nation sir, our identity too, so how can we forget our own identity. And what happens in the past is the basis of what happens in the future, just as history is everything that changes the future, as it does now, the future of our country is independent, it is because the past history of heroes has desperately fought for independence for us so that we also enjoy independence as it is today. Sir, thank you!" yusita is at length.

I could only gape when Mr. Sabar gave an applause as a sign that Yusita's answer was a good answer.

'When can I be as cool as Yusita gini?' ask me in my heart.

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