Mr. Teacher, Love You
Telling Secrets

I looked at Pak Yoga with a timid expression before me. His face was funny, he was handsome but funny. His white skin added an aura of his good looks even more radiated.

His smile is shady, really able to calm the heart. But is all this real. How can I say Panji has a body like a plywood plywood now officially become his girlfriend.

I pinched my own arm.

"Augh!" I screamed because it hurt.

Pak Yoga looked surprised by what I did, he rubbed my arm that I had pinch.

"Why on the pinch?" ask her with an anxious face.

'Uh, so sweet. So gini it feels in the same attention of girlfriend, ups girlfriend!' I'm chuckling in my heart.

"I just want to make sure it's not a dream!" answer me honestly.

Again Pak Yoga chuckled softly. He sat down while using his right hand whose elbow rested on the back of the sofa. While looking at me with a smile that adorns his lips.

"It wasn't me who should have said that, a while ago we were still other people, and now...!"

Pak Yoga paused his sentence, and looked at me with a very gentle gaze. His hands slowly turned from the sofa towards my face. My eyes followed the movement of her hands that stopped right on my cheeks.

"We are lovers!" he said with a voice that sounded so sweet in my ears.

What he said was true, we are now lovers. But wait!!

Why don't I think about this, how will my father and my other family respond, then what about my friends. Would they accept that if I had a boyfriend before them, it might be, but how could I forget what the whole school said.

I was too happy to know that Pak Yoga would not marry and was so happy because of the confession of love from Pak Yoga without thinking about the consequences later for both of us.

I immediately held the hand of Yoga sir who touched my cheek. He gasped, but I had to explain.

"Sir, I'm sorry but didn't you forget something?" ask me while putting his hand back on the sofa.

Yoga looks confused.

"What did I forget?" ask him.

"What if the people at school know our relationship, it's not good. One person may have a mind that does not care and feel that all this is not his business, but maybe the other will assume that we have made the school, his name..!" I was confused how to explain it to Pak Yoga.

But I'm sure he understands, he's a pretty smart teacher. He didn't even master just one subject. Almost all he can. After all he is also not only S1 but already S2. And I'm sure he understood my point even though I said it in a sentence that I thought was a little ambiguous myself. Or maybe not a little ambiguous, but very ambiguous.

Pak Yoga rubbed my arm.

"You don't want our relationship to be known to others?" ask her slowly.

And to be honest, I did think about it.

"What could that be, I mean. You know I'm not smart enough in academics. If my dad finds out I'm dating then...!" I stopped my speech because I saw the look on the face of Pak Yoga who suddenly turned sad and not excited.

"Are you angry?" ask me slowly. Because after all I knew, he would initially look so happy, that a smile did not fade at all from his lips. But after I said my sentence earlier, her facial expression suddenly changed.

Pak Yoga justifies his sitting position is more bent forward with both elbows resting on his thighs.

"You're right, even I haven't introduced myself to your father and family. And about in school, you're right too, not everyone is positive. Well, we can keep this relationship a secret!" obviously Mr. Yoga made me sigh in relief.

It turns out that what he thinks is the same as what I think. Does this mean I'm smart, just like him. But it's not possible. That's really not possible.

I was just about to smile and thank her for her understanding but she reopened her voice.

"But I told my mother and sister that you were my lover" he said.

Of course I was surprised, I raised both eyebrows not understanding what he meant. I haven't even met her sister and mother, how could that be.

"When you came here last time, do you remember not falling asleep after crying?" ask Pak Yoga and I immediately nod my head.

"I was the one who was carrying you into my room, I mean to make your sleep more comfortable!" clearly again.

I'm a little embarrassed anyway, why should I be seen sleeping on her. It feels uncomfortable and awkward.

"At that time my sister called, she kept urging me to pick up my sister-in-law and drive her home. But I told you that I can't leave because there's you in my house. My sister couldn't believe it, so I video-called with her and showed you sleeping in my room!" clearly it is

I covered my face with both hands.

"Geez!" my screeches.

As I recall at that time I was wearing a Yoga pack outfit, and her sister saw me sleeping on top of a Yoga pack bed.

'Oh, I don't know what will be in the mind of his sister Pak Yoga if it's like that story!' I complained in my heart.

"I also told you that you are my girlfriend!" then again, it made me rub my face rough.

'Once it is, the first impression with the prospective sister-in-law is already over this mah!' I lamented again in my heart my own stupidity.

Pak Yoga held both of my hands which I used to cover my face.

"I'm sorry, Rasti, I really said that because I didn't want him to think anything because you slept in my room!" obviously Pak Yoga is a little panicked.

I know Pak Yoga is afraid I'm mad at him, and I'm not mad at him. I'm just ashamed of her sister. And how should I talk and explain about the incident if when I meet her later her sister asks me.

But I went back to thinking, why was only asked to pick up her sister-in-law like her Pak Yoga was very reluctant. Does he not like his future sister-in-law.

"Already, sir it's okay already. But sir, may I ask, do you not like the prospective father-in-law yes, why just pick her up you do not want?" ask him.

And like her I asked the wrong question. Because the look on Pak Yoga's face changed again, and this time I did not understand what kind of expression it was. She looked annoyed but also sad, so I was at a loss to interpret her expression.

"I'm sorry if my question bothers you. I won't ask you about that again!" I don't want to make the atmosphere more uncomfortable.

"No Rasti, like her I should also say this to you. Our current relationship, I don't want to keep anything from you anymore!" exciting pak Yoga.

And to be honest, I was even more afraid when I saw his serious face and his words that he said would tell me something important. Because my heart just suddenly beats. I was worried, but honestly there was nothing negative in my mind. It's just like I'm going to wait for the remedial results, which is what it feels like.

Pak Yoga is seen taking a deep breath, before telling what he says is something that does not need to be kept secret. I was getting nervous waiting for him to talk. Because even though he said he was going to say it, long enough he kept quiet and didn't start talking either.

"If you still can't tell me, I don't think you need to force yourself to tell a story. I'm fine...!"

"Rasti!" his words called me and interrupted my statement.

I looked at her with a casual look, I even gave a slight smile as an embellisher on my face.

"My sister-in-law's candidate is my ex-boyfriend!" said pak Yoga.

Deg

I felt like my chest had been hit by something. An object that hurt and filled my lung cavity. I felt like I was having trouble breathing.

What the fuck, how can the prospective sister-in-law of Pak Yoga is her ex-lover.

'Oh deserved, the caption in the photo uploaded during the wedding dress meeting the woman and Pak Yoga. Is it okay that she still hopes for Yoga sir?' ask me in my heart.

I let out a heavy sigh, to be honest besides being surprised I also felt a slight pain in my heart. We've even just officially become this heart. Am I ready to listen to her love story and also her ex-lover.

"Rasti, but I really don't have any feelings for her anymore!" obviously mr Yoga

I wanted to believe it, but I felt jealous too. But how else, heard or not already bothered.

"Then?" ask me with a hard-earned voice I made so I look tough. I really want to cry right now.

Pak Yoga lowered his face at a glance then looked back at me.

"When college was near, and as we approached graduation we were dating. But he didn't like my decision to become a teacher. Even so, he looks still be nice and as usual." pak Yoga story that looks upset.

"Then?" ask me again. Really yes, it feels like being in a flying fish soap opera only because I have this maximum level.

"I decided to, take a post-graduate education abroad. At the time, our relationship was still fine. Until I came back from abroad. It turned out that I thought in my house there was a welcome of my arrival, but it turned out to be my brother Yoseph's engagement party with my own lover Sofie!" inexplicably.

And I could clearly hear Pak Yoga's voice sounding raucous. I know he still feels that pain.

"How can he, then your brother does he not know...?" I'm really confused what to say. I want to ask how her sister might be engaged to her sister's lover, but the words that come out even again sound ambiguous by her.

"I mean, big brother wouldn't be that nice, would he?" ask me who finally arranged it correctly.

"Yes, you're right. Big sister wouldn't be that hard, but that's if she knew Sofie was my lover. While none of my family knew about it!" obviously and I'm getting confused.

"This how the hell? you guys dated for years. And your family no one knows? that's impossible, right?" ask me to Pak Yoga which from his eyes I can see such a deep sadness.

"He never wanted me to introduce him to my family. I didn't know it was him and his family...!"

"His family's in the show too?" ask me to interrupt what I want to say, Pak Yoga

I know it's not polite, but I'm very anxious. How could that woman and her family not be like that. Hah, although my family is also too harmonious but we will not do that.

Pak Yoga nodded, so I was sad to see the expression of his hurt face.

"Even they can act like they don't know me, even though I've known them for over five years!" obviously mr Yoga.

I could hear a soft voice, and a disappointed tone implied in every word that Pak Yoga spoke.

I shifted my seat and stroked the back of the Yoga pack.

"Patience sir, maybe everything that happens is the best for you. If not how could you not know that your brother is related to the woman. Patience is!" I said grown-up. I even amused myself to hear me advise Pak Yoga.

Yoga looked at me deeply.

"Aren't you angry?" ask her.

I was confused as to why he asked me that.

"What am I angry for?" ask me frankly.

"I told my story to another woman!" the answer is short and clear.

I tried to smile, but I was also upset when he first said ex-lover. But after hearing the whole story, I don't think I deserve, I don't deserve to be jealous of such a woman at all.

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