Mr. Teacher, Love You
Everything is So Clear

The place we went to was very crowded, probably because there was currently a wedding being done in this place. I saw in a room someone was doing kabul ijab. I glanced towards the room, but then Pak Yoga was in front of me.

"Why? wanna study? how about practice?" her question and what she asked it managed to make me want to smile.

I turned my face away so as not to be caught by him I was blushing. I continued walking away while holding my cheek because my face was warm.

He followed me, and asked again.

"Where are we going anyway?" ask him.

I stopped my steps because of that question. I frowned and then looked at him.

"What do you mean, father? he said you want to see the evidence with me? why are we even going where?" ask her back.

I wonder why he asks such a thing.

"But you're going the wrong way!" answer her.

"If we keep walking there we'll go to the toilet!" he said again, pointing to the writing of the toilet in the room in front of us.

Blushes

'It's me again! oh, bad bad!' I scream in my heart.

I'm really embarrassed, I've been on the wrong way. Also angry with Yoga. If in the toilet there is a well that is only one meter deep, maybe I will choose to jump into it and hide my face that must have been flushed at this time.

"May show me the real way!" my elak is trying to overflow the blame on Pak Yoga again.

"Everyone whose name is makmum should be behind the priest, not even in front!" he shouted and immediately walked in the opposite direction from my original goal.

I widened my eyes still digesting what he said.

'Huh, what did he say? the priest? mummy? whuaaaa swear my baper!' I screamed again in my heart.

I was quite silent for a long time, while regulating the heartbeat and also my breathing that is irregular due to a simple sentence that was just said by Pak Yoga. After I felt everything was back to normal, I followed Pak Yoga's steps into a room above the door that was written the administration section.

Yoga is already in one of the chairs and is waiting for its turn. I sat a little away from him and saw some people who were also watching me. I looked at the clothes I was wearing.

'Oh, they must have been watching me because of these clothes!' my inner.

A middle-aged woman then approached me and sat down near me.

"Eh, neng is still in high school already want to get married? which one's her future husband?" ask the mother.

"No Ma'am, I'm PKL here aka Field Work Practice, not want to marry!" answer me evasively.

The mother nodded in understanding.

"Oh, I'm still in high school to get married, kirain I neng tekdung first!" say it while laughing.

'Confusion? what the hell?' ask me in my heart.

"Rasti, come here!" bring her.

I immediately stood up and approached her, after I was nearby, Pak Yoga asked the administration that the wedding would be held on a date that counted seven days from today.

"Just yan sir!" said the administrative officer.

Pak Yoga had a glance at me and I chose to focus on looking at the fingers of the officer's hand who was typing and moving his hand over his computer keyboard.

"On behalf of Yoseph Yanuar Adrian and Sofie Almira Darmaji" exclaimed the officer in a voice that could be clearly heard by me.

"Thank you sir!" yelled Pak Yoga to the officer before holding my hand out of the administration room.

We got out of the Office of Religious Affairs because I didn't want to stay there long. My mind is very chaotic, I am confused how to. I have accused Pak Yoga who is not, but I could have directly asked him.

I said rudely and asked him to stay away from me for some untrue reason. I took my hand off the Yoga pack and walked quickly towards the parked Yoga pack car in the parking lot.

Pak Yoga opened the car door for me, I went inside and put my seatbelt on. I wanted to apologize to Pak Yoga, but I was confused as to how to start.

"Now is there anything you want to say to me?" ask Pak Yoga after he enters and sits in the driver's seat.

I just lowered my head, I was confused as to how to answer it. It felt like my mouth could not make a sound even though the words were almost strung up in my head. But it seemed to be stuck in the throat and it felt really uncomfortable.

"Rasti!" she said softly while patting the back of my hand that I put on my lap.

"We're talking at home!" said it.

Deg

I feel my heart pounding again. Why do you even want to talk at home?

"Sir, let's go back to school. My bag is still there!" I said quick because I didn't want him to take me to his house.

"Are you sure you want to go back to school? do you know who's in your class at this hour? and I told Marco you were taking me to the nearest clinic because I had a stomachache!" obviously Pak Yoga is long at me.

"Huh, did you say that? I have Marco's number, where did you get it?" ask me curious.

"I have all the number of class leaders in that school, it's important to give an assignment, or to tell if I'm not present to teach, and so on. So how? want to talk at home or buy a burger and fries first?" ask him.

At first I wanted to stay in school, but if Pak Yoga had told Marco like that I think I would prefer to eat burgers and fries also clarify our relationship.

"Second choice!" answer me doubt.

"Alright, as you wish my Queen!" yoga Pak Suhut with a soft voice and a smile so happy.

Mr. Yoga then started the car engine and we left the religious office. Heading to a fast food restaurant, Pak Yoga chose to order food with Drive thru, after getting his order. Pak Yoga returned to drive his car to his house.

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