Mr. Teacher, Love You
The Perdulianity of Tirta

"Now you can't call me father, if we're both like this!" yell Pak Yoga to me.

"Uhuukk!" I choked on the wind when Pak Yoga told me that.

"Ih, mr.eh time' Yes call love continue. How does that sound!" my protest.

"But I don't want you to call me father, not romantic!" complained again.

I frowned at me.

'Since when has this person become this way?' ask me in my heart.

"How about Om?" asked me and it seemed like I was upsetting him, as his facial expression changed quickly from a joking expression to a serious one.

I scratched my head which was not actually itching.

"Not good, huh?" ask me while grinning.

"Rasti, are you really not willing to change that call?" ask her.

I'm so surprised, is this drag indeed if people are dating? I've never been together so I don't know, nor do I listen to romantic movies with Yusita, Dewi and Nina. Because there must be something going on in the cinema. Sometimes Nina takes the wind and makes a scene in the cinema, sometimes the Goddess who liked the storyline and nagged herself until everyone who was watching also became angry and asked the officer to get us out of the cinema.

Sometimes Yusita even fell asleep because she was tired of schoolwork. And I couldn't see the sad scene, and chose to get out of the studio and pretend to go to the toilet. So I don't know how people who are just dating call each other.

"I don't or sir, uh. I mean this is difficult. You know my brain is mini. What if I just call you a name?" ask Pak Yoga if he agrees then I will call with Yoga only.

He was seen putting his hand on his chin, like a clever man in thought. He's smart anyway, so it's up to him how his style he wants to think.

"May too, but call me dear!" he said it again while pulling me into his arms again.

Since I asked her to help me with the proposal from Ms. Tari, she just kept hugging me and hugging me again. Sanking often, I who was initially very tense and nervous when he did that I got used to it and just pounded a little when he put my head on his chest.

"Yoga!" call me to her.

"Hem!" her answer was just a thump and still hugging me.

"If this continues, then when will my proposal task be completed?" ask her

"When will it be collected?" she asked me and still hugged me, like she had no intention of letting go of me and doing chores.

"The day after!" answer me briefly.

"Then we do it tomorrow, today I want to hug you, not want anything else!" his words made me speechless and unable to say anything more.

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I opened my eyes slowly, I seemed to have fallen asleep when Yoga embraced me. But I wasn't in the living room. I was on top of his bed again. And I didn't see him in this room.

I got down slowly from the bed and stretched the muscles of my body. My leg t-shirt was even open.

"Huh, if I sleep like this. It's very dangerous if I go camping or something like that, in eating Bears as well as her I won't get up easily!" I murmured to complain to myself.

I was looking for the presence of Pak Yoga, it seems I heard a voice from the direction of the kitchen.

"Are you awake, baby?" she asked when she saw me coming out of her room.

"What meda?" ask me to approach him.

But he pulled out a chair and asked me to just sit down.

"Please sit down baby, the food will be ready soon!" said later.

I sat down, obeying what he said. In even opening my plate and putting a freshly cooked paste.

"Em, it looks so delicious!" I said to see how tempting the appearance of the cream-covered pasta sauce was. With pieces of sausage and also meatballs.

"You don't eat?" ask her.

"After you, I wonder what you think of my cooking?" ask her. And unconsciously we've even used other languages to call each other, and I like it because it's more comfortable to say and listen to.

"I tried!" I said as I turned the fork to wrap the paste around the fork.

I put one big mouthful into my mouth.

"Name, Yummy. It's so delicious!" I said praising Yoga with my mouth full of pasta.

Yoga smiled, he looked at me and looked towards my lips.

"What's wrong?" ask awkward.

"You ate the straws!" answer her.

I smiled, and suddenly he touched the edge of my lips with his thumb. I gasped, I put the fork on the plate and intended to take the tissue on the table.

But again I was surprised, because after rubbing the cream sauce that was on the corner of my lips, Yoga put the thumb that had the cream sauce was his mouth.

Deg

My heart was racing again, not because and reflexively my breath was not because.

Yoga was still staring at me and he was getting closer and closer until I was sure my heart beat could be heard by him.

But as we got closer, I could feel his breath on my face. Suddenly, the yoga phone rang.

"Pff!" I couldn't help but laugh as he clucked in annoyance and grabbed the phone he had in his shirt pocket.

He looked up at the phone screen and then looked at me.

"Your brother!" his words then shifted the green phone icon on his phone. He also greeted the speakers.

"Good afternoon!" say Yoga.

"Good afternoon sir, I'm Tirta Rasti's brother. Is Rasti with you?" ask Tirta.

"Yes, he's with me!" answer Yoga.

"Have you improved with Yoga? sorry to know, which hospital are you in? I'm going to pick up Rasti?" ask Tirta again.

"I'm fine, this is taking Rasti home! sorry for making you anxious, and troubling Rasti!" say Yoga.

When Yoga said that I chuckled amusedly hearing it. He is a teacher, PPKN teacher as well but why is he so good at making words free so.

"It's okay sir, I'm just worried about Rasti. Then I'll calm down if you'll take her home!" tirta.

'Why do I feel that Tirta said it was all written from his heart huh? have I always been negative thinking about her?' ask me in my heart.

I was thinking, had I been the one who had been outrageous to Tirta, these few days when his father had not sent me, picked me up, made sure I was not late for school. And I care so much about my exams. If he wants attention, of course he will do that in front of you, right, not when you are not there.

"Darling, let's get eaten! I need to get you home quickly. Or my brother-in-law will be angry!" say Yoga and again make me choke.

"Uhukk!"

Yoga took a glass and poured water into it, then gave it to me.

I drank the drink, she looked panicked, but it was her words that made me choke. How can he say Tirta is his kaka-in-law, even his age and Tirta is different ten years, older Pak Yoga, there is-there is only this person.

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