Mr. Teacher, Love You
Sent home

On the way home, Pak Yoga still explained some things about my proposal task that was not finished he explained earlier. How to finish, instead of helping me he bothers me. I didn't expect that she also had such a spoiled and childish side.

"Tomorrow you just tell Marco to choose which of the two you want to do, if I think you better use the service company only, then, if your goods should give an example of the product!" obviously again while focusing on driving but still occasionally looking at me.

"Huh, until it's like that. It really should be in the sample of the product. Ribet is very, yes?" ask me who is a little incredulous.

Masa' yes make a business proposal only must be given an example of the product. Well if the business is buying and selling cars or motorcycles, complicated right if you love the example of his product.

"Do you want your grades to be good or not?" ask Pak Yoga in a satirical tone.

"Well, good grades, but don't be that complicated, sir, uh.salah!" said I keceplosan.

Pak Yoga glanced at me sharply, why is he like that anyway. It's just a slip-up.

"Call your grandparents!" say it ketus.

"Pffftt... ha ha ha!" I laughed because he was angry like that.

But if I noticed, since then he's been busy with nicknames. What an important nickname for her. When I laugh I smile instead of being angry.

"You happy?" ask her.

And I immediately stopped my laughter, I was afraid that I might have offended her.

"Sorry okay, I'll err. I'll just call Oppa how?" ask him.

"Do you really want to call me grandpa?" ask her again while frowning.

"Not Opa which means grandfather, but Oppa in Korean which means brother. Ih, it's a trend to know call a girlfriend in Korean!" obviously I was with him.

Pak Yoga was silent and turned back to look at me.

"Why not just call brother?" ask her again.

I really don't know what's on his mind, geez. It's just a call. Ribet is so kayaking.

"Okay, okay. What if I call Alauya, in our language it means brother too!" obviously I

He quickly shook his head.

"No, sounds horror!" sahut.

Oh, my God, now I'm the one frowning me. Where does the horror come from, it really means big brother. So now how should I? why does it seem like I am talking to the Amir, my neighbor who is still Junior High, not with Teacher who is thirty years old.

"Okay Yoga, are you satisfied now?" ask me.

And she immediately smiled, very sweet. I didn't think that pleasing her heart could be this easy.

"But why did Marco get into a group with you? Ma'am Dance shared it, how is it?" his words suddenly asked me and his questions were endless it made his impression cool and quiet changed drastically.

It turns out that if it is close like this, sister Yoga is very chatty and kepo his people.

I took a long breath.

"Know not, if it's actually not Bu Tari who divides the group. At that time Bu Tari gave a question, and who managed to answer the question from him, that will determine our group. And when it was Marco who succeeded, he really ruffled me and my other friends!" obviously I'm at length.

Sometimes I turn towards Yoga sister who is still focused on driving and listening to my story.

"I wish I could be in a group with Yusita, or at least Nina. And the worst is with the Goddess. At least they are my friends. But I have to be one group with her, she makes the Goddess one group with David, you know David is like an alien straying to earth, where the Goddess is connected. Yusita continued to make one group with Dodo, I believe not a proposal that will be, but a war agreement. They're both cat frogs! arguing mulu!" say me at length.

Yoga sister smiled.

"You know your friends very well, can I also know Meraka?" ask him.

I gasped, not just discussed if we agreed to backstreet first. Why did he suddenly want to know my friends.

"Don't you know them too?" ask me to pretend I don't understand what he means.

"Yes, but...!"

"Eh, it's here! thank you for bringing me home!" I said interjected because we happened to have arrived in front of the house.

He didn't protest because I interrupted him. He just nodded and looked at me who was opening my seatbelt.

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up?" ask her again.

I shook my head quickly many times.

"Don't, tomorrow I'm on the train. uh I mean brother Tirta, he'll pick me up. We can still meet at school!" sahut.

"Later tonight I'll call you?" ask her again.

"It's late, you better go home, then rest. We can meet at school tomorrow. And the afternoon can also be met at home, will you teach me tutoring!" obviously I was at length trying to make him not say what made me think too much again.

"Well, you also rest. See you tomorrow!" her word.

I smiled and nodded my head slowly. I opened the car's door handle, but before I did, she pulled my hand and made me turn to her.

"I love you!" her words are soft.

God, what dream do I have of a boyfriend who is so considerate and gentle like this. It's really melting to hear him talk like that.

"Me too!" I blushed and got out of the Yoga car.

I ran into the house. But I'm still peeking out the window, whether three are gone or not. And he's still there with his car. A few seconds later the car passed.

I blushed, I held both of my cheeks that were warming up. Today I have a boyfriend, I never thought this would happen.

"Whose peeping??" yelled at someone who surprised me and stepped up in shock.

I rubbed my chest and turned towards the source of the voice.

"That's just ngaggetin!" my protest to Tirta.

"Lu delivered Pak Yoga, how is he? healed yet?" ask Tirta.

"Kepo you!" I said and immediately ran away from Tirta and into my room.

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