Mr. Teacher, Love You
Something feels missing

POV Author

Rasti was still standing at the door, and Yoga was doing the same. Because as a guest, if his host did not allow himself to enter, then he would not enter first either, it was impolite.

But long enough also they just silently stare, making Yoga feel should put an end to this awkwardness.

"Rasti, can we just go inside?" tanya Yoga in a soft and careful voice.

He knew Rasti was not wanting him to approach him, and he suddenly came to his house. It would definitely make her even more upset despite her arrival is to teach Rasti private lessons, at the request of her own sister, Tirta. That is what Yoga knows, because Tirta introduced himself to Yoga as his brother Rasti.

With hesitation, Rasti tilted her body and made room for yoga to enter her house. Although she hesitates, but she can't drive Pak Yoga away. Because his father must have known that he would be testing another week, and asked Tirta to do all this.

Meanwhile Yoga went straight inside, slowly stepping over while looking around Rasti's house. He has decided to act as ordinary as his teacher and student, because Yoga is determined to fulfill Rasti's desire to stay away from him.

Yoga turned around because Rasti still did not move also from where she stood.

"Rasti! where can we start learning?" ask Yoga again.

Rasti turned and immediately closed the door of his house.

"There!" answer Rasti while walking ahead of Yoga who follows her slowly from behind.

'My feelings alone, or is he really so cute huh?' rasti asked in his heart while glancing a glance back, towards Yoga who was walking behind him following him into the living room.

After the two of them were in the living room, the atmosphere returned awkward.

"Em, please sit down sir. I'll make you a drink first!" said Rasti trying to behave the same as Yoga to him.

After saying that, Rasti headed to the kitchen. And Yoga sat down on the sofa that was nearby, he put down his bag and looked at the book that was on the table.

Yoga grabbed the package book and saw the folded, almost torn pages.

"This girl, does she have to mark the package book in this way?" muttered Pak Yoga slightly chuckled with Rasti's behavior which he thought was a little ridiculous

Yoga noticed the marked page, Yoga can guess that it is a task that must be done by Rasti. Although initially, Yoga wanted to teach his subjects to Rasti. But it seems like he is better at helping out with the task than Rasti alone. He also knows a lot about economics. So he perused the book he had in his hand.

Meanwhile inside the kitchen, Rasti was thinking about what she wanted to make for Yoga. He put a jar of sugar, tea, coffee, and also a bottle of orange-flavored syrup.

"Em, what did you do?" muttered Rasti while tapping on the dining table the fingers of her right hand. His left hand held the cup.

Rasti recalled that when he was at home, Pak Yoga really liked juice. She was like her never made coffee or tea while she and Rasti were at her house.

So Rasti decided to make Pak Yoga juice, he looked for fruits in the refrigerator, but there were only oranges and mangoes. At first he did not want to trouble the aunt who seemed to be ironing at the laundry house. But she doesn't know where aunt put her orange squeeze. He's been trying to search around the kitchen, on the shelf that's there, but he can't find it at all.

"Not met, never mind. Make some syrup!" rummam Rasti who finally made syrup for Yoga.

"Ice cake or not?" murmured again because he hesitated to put ice cubes inside the drink he had made before him.

Rasti stopped his steps when he saw Yoga was seriously reading his package book.

'He is a teacher of PPKN, he really understands what economic lessons are?' ask Rasti in the heart.

"This is the drink!" rasti exclaimed as he placed the glass containing the drink he made on the table.

Yoga immediately turned his head towards Rasti and placed the Rasti package book on the table.

"Thank you, well now we can just start learning. Like his economic task you are pretty much, for starters I will help you do that task!" say Yoga at length.

And Rasti also paid close attention to what Yoga said, but not to what he said, but to how Yoga said all that.

'Why does it feel so foreign, yes yes it is also good if he behaves like this, I am not a baper!' inner later.

Rasti again pay attention to Yoga which was already explaining the material related to his economic task.

The material that is the task of Rasti, is the accounting cycle of service companies. So after yoga felt Rasti watching her, Yoga immediately explained what she knew.

"Service company is a business engaged in providing services to customers or other companies. For example, an accounting firm that provides accounting services for individuals or other businesses. Meanwhile, a salon offers haircuts, styling, and other treatments for its customers." explained Yoga who was very knowledgeable even just read the package book Rasti's just a few minutes.

Rasti continued to pay attention to what Yoga explained, he was stunned, he did not even hold a pen and a book, it made Yoga stop talking and reprimand Rasti.

"Do you understand what I'm explaining?" tanya Yoga makes sure.

Rasti gasps. Actually he doesn't understand. So Rasti just shook his head slowly.

Seeing Rasti's reaction, Yoga only let out a heavy sigh.

"Okay, now you start doing your job. If there's any trouble you can ask me!" serami Yoga.

Rasti starts to reach for her PR book, but she is very uninspired. He felt that something was missing when he studied together with Pak Yoga now.

Rasti could feel the attitude of Pak Yoga turned into indifferent and only discussed the subject of the lesson.

'Ih, what the hell am I thinking? yes, I am learning again! the one discussed is definitely dong's lesson!' batin Rasti

Rasti occasionally glances towards Yoga, but unlike usual their eyes will meet each other's eyes. This time, yoga really only focuses on the package book. And it made Rasti feel that something was missing.

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