Mr. Teacher, Love You
Made up

"There-there's a you, uh but but but but just now we're going to the Anteng sir's house behind the school. And the house is empty like, and from this morning I did not see Mr Anteng in front of the gate!" obviously Nina remembered that she had not seen Mr. Anteng since morning.

"Yes, me too! I don't see Mr. Anteng in front of the gate kayak usually." continued Dewi again.

Yusita then shut up and thought.

"So we can not send Rasti bags to the house of the Anteng sir right? yes, I will try anterin to his house. I'm the same anterin as the driver! I'll tell you yoga first!" yusita said and again sent a message to Pak Yoga that Rasti's bag would be delivered to Rasti's house.

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Meanwhile, at the Yoga house, from earlier Rasti looks dizzy because Yoga is busy with his cellphone.

Yoga did not tell her that she was chatting with Yusita who asked about her. Yoga just idly did that, he wanted to know what reaction Rasti showed him.

"Whose chating is the same, sir? that smile? another wife, huh?" ask Rasti. Even if that's true, Rasti will also be hurt.

"You're talking about it, my future wife is in front of me!" answer Pak Yoga does not want to lose Izengi Rasti

"Father what the hell!" she blushed in shame. Her white cheeks were flushed red, making Yoga smile happily looking at Rasti's face.

The two of them were eating burgers and fries with the living room.

"This is your friend whose name is Yusita sending a message, she is worried about you for not being in class!"

"What did you say?" sambar Rasti quickly asked Yoga, but yoga did not close its mouth.

"I told you to accompany me, didn't I?" tanya Yoga with a flat face.

"Continue?" ask Rasti again.

"She said, she'll take your bag and deliver it to your house! I said yes and thank you!" yoga on Rasti.

Rasti looks dissatisfied with Rasti's answer. He was afraid that his friends misunderstood his existence with Pak Yoga. And seeing Rasti look restless to put the bowl of fries that he had eaten while on the bench to the table, Yoga put his phone on the table and shifted his seat closer to Rasti.

"What's wrong?" ask Yoga.

Rasti turned his head and looked at Yoga who was sitting right next to him.

"They misunderstood, didn't ya, about us?" rasti asked in a worried tone and then lowered his head again.

Yoga fell silent, so he came to think about what Rasti had just said. The difference in age of those who are so far adrift, then the status of those who are teachers and students. Yoga so feel whether his decision to like Rasti is right or not for Rasti, problematic or not for the girl later.

"If you don't want our relationship... !" Yoga said what he wanted to say doubtfully. He paused his sentence, because he really didn't want to say that.

He did not want their relationship that had not even been established to have to stop because of it. But Yoga also does not want to be selfish, because like Rasti he also does not have to make Rasti in trouble either at school or in his family.

Rasti turned back to Yoga,

"What did you say?" ask Rasti curiously.

Yoga looked at Rasti's brown eyes, he really didn't want to cover up his feelings any longer. She decides to express her feelings once more, and after that whatever decision Rasti makes she is determined to accept him.

Yoga clasped tightly onto Rasti's hand, she looked at the girl with a gentle and loving gaze.

"I know, we're so different. Our age and..!"

Yoga stopped her speech because Rasti put her right index finger on Yoga's lips.

"Will you shoot me again, will you?" tanya Rasti made Yoga round her eyes.

Yoga chuckled, he felt the romantic atmosphere he had built, crumbling down instantly.

"You ruined the moment!" keluh Yoga on Rasti.

And what Rasti said made Yoga frown, he did not expect Rasti to have such mature thoughts.

"You think we can do that too?" ask Yoga.

Rasti paused for a moment and turned towards Yoga again then she shook her head.

"No, I don't want to be like that. I want my father to be sure!" answer Rasti.

And again Rasti's answer made Yoga surprised.

"certainty? you're asking for certainty?" tanya Yoga while chuckling softly without a sound.

"Rasti, like her you're more mature than your age!" yoga again.

Rasti even again grabbed the french fries bowl he had just placed on the table.

"Yes, if you don't want to, but don't blame me if there will be a classmate or a school who expressed his feelings...!"

Grep

Yoga held Rasti's hand which was already holding the fries she was about to put in her mouth. Making Rasti bengong stare at Yoga.

"You want to be my girlfriend?" tanya Yoga fast.

Rasti blinked his eyes a few times slowly.

"Pff!" Rasti could not help but laugh.

He put the bowl back on the table.

"I'm kidding Yoga! you don't have to take what I say seriously!" rasti exclaimed still while chuckling.

Yoga did not release Rasti's hand and instead made her face towards Yoga and pulled her closer.

"But I'm serious, I'm not kidding. I love you, I love you like a man to a woman. Rasti Azzura, will you be my lover?" tanya Yoga while stating her whole heart to Rasti.

Rasti was stunned, she was speechless and speechless.

"Sa...I...!" Rasti was very nervous, so confused he had to answer how.

Yoga knew Rasti was very nervous, she still looked at Rasti with a gentle gaze.

"Say yes or no!" gentle Yoga helps to make Rasti easier to give answers.

Rasti smiled because Yoga seemed to understand that she had difficulty stringing words to answer the statement Love Yoga.

"Yes!" answer Rasti is concisely dense and very clear to Yoga.

The man smiled happily, and hugged Rasti tightly. Moments later Yoga pulled her body slightly away and looked at the blushing girl in front of her who was now officially her lover.

And as Yoga approached Rasti getting closer, Rasti held Yoga's chest with both hands.

"Eits.. father do not mode yes!" exclaim Rasti and make the Yoga that replace blush.

The author POV end

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