Mr. Teacher, Love You
Teacher Les Turns out...

I went into the house and put the helmet so gerandong nyebelin it on a shelf that was as high as my waist. Shelves that are usually filled with items that will be taken out such as umbrellas, boots and others.

I walked into the kitchen to get some water.

"Have you come home?" ask auntie to me.

"Bi, where's aunt?" I asked her to see the aunt who was carrying a pretty neat wallet and clothes.

"That's non, auntie's out taking money from the ATM. You send money for monthly shopping!" he answered and I just nodded my head.

"Non Rasti wants to eat right away? auntie's getting ready at the dinner table, huh?" tanya aunty offers to serve food at the dinner table if I want to have lunch now.

But I shook my head quickly, because I was still full. Back at school, during my second break, I was suddenly hungry and ate my favorite chicken noodles. So now my stomach is full.

"Do not bi, later if you want to eat Rasti take it yourself. Rasti to the room first bi!" my exclaim then passed from the kitchen after previously getting a nod of the head from aunt.

I put my foot up to the top floor, and headed into my room. Put my school backpack on the study table, and immediately open the closet and take a shirt and jeans knee-length, but my vision suddenly shifted to the clothes and pants that my aunt folded and put in my closet. The clothes were already slippery and neat, just like auntie had ironed her. That's the Yoga dress I wore yesterday.

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Just looking at her clothes, why am I so sad. Do I have to return it to Pak Yoga, but it is impossible if I go to his house. Nor would it be possible if I returned her at school.

'I have to how?' batin asked.

For a long time I looked towards the clothes, and the longer I got even more annoyed.

"Oh, ngeselin!" I muttered as I grabbed the clothes and threw them into the bottom of the closet. A dress I rarely wear.

"Well, it's safe! I will not see any more stuff that can ngingetin me the same Pak Yoga!" I murmured again and went into the bathroom.

After changing clothes, I came out of the bathroom and took out the economic tasks that I had to collect tomorrow. I almost tore up the pages of my economics book because I folded them too neatly.

"Gee, good thing it didn't rip!" my own chuckle. Amused myself with what I have done. These thin folds really almost make the pages of this book torn.

I brought my economics package book and also my PR book. Because I want my teacher to teach me this lesson. While diving drink water too, while additional tutoring while working on PR.

I went down the stairs with passion. I'm not a lazy kid either. It's just that my focus and concentration are often split. I don't know, I don't understand either. Perhaps because as a child, I often saw my father and mother quarrel, yelling, cursing and blaming each other. It made me feel depressed, I had to be picked up by my grandmother to my grandmother's house because the father and mother who kept fighting made them not take care of me well.

Not infrequently I am also the target of their anger. But I feel like this moment is not even better than that. Although I was with my father, but I wasn't with my mother. I don't understand, but what Grandma explained to me was that after my father and mother's divorce. My custody fell on my father, and from then on my mother never came, never went to see me, never called me.

I put the book on the middle room table, I then sat on the carpet holding a chair cushion while waiting for the teacher tutoring Tirta said. I glanced at the wall clock in the middle room, and it showed at 3 o'clock in 5 minutes.

"Hum, he said at three, weh teacher can be molested too ya his clock!" I muttered while opening the package book because I was about to copy the matter that was there to my PR book.

But just write the sentence 'answer the question below exactly!' I heard the sound of the house bell ringing. I also saw my aunt running from behind, like she was working on something.

So when she almost got near me, I stood up and greeted her.

"Auntie, let Rasti open the door. Aunty continues what aunt is doing! oh yes, let Rasti also make a drink later!" I exclaimed at my aunt, so I could ease up a little of her work.

Aunt smiled happily and nodded in understanding.

"Non good!" answer it and then go back again.

I walked towards the main door, I was next to the guest house, so it took me a while to open the door, until the man had to ring the doorbell again.

Chequelek

And how surprised I was when I saw who was in front of me right now.

"Sir Yoga!" I said slowly before I swallowed my saliva with great difficulty.

He smiled and greeted me gently.

"Good afternoon Rasti, Tirta told you. From now on I'll teach your tutoring at home, this week?" her question and her question I don't want to answer.

'Ih, the base gerandong nyebelin, I'm hard-earned to makauhin Pak Yoga. He even brought Pak Yoga home! it's a real person!' I am upset in my heart.

I was still silent, I was confused. Between having to let her in or having to say something rude to her to get her out of here.

But I remember what that barn gerandong said, if I don't want tutoring. He will complain to my father, and my snack is threatened with scorching.

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