Mr. Teacher, Love You
Do the Work

I knocked on Tirta's room, this guy is weird too. He said he wanted to check on Marco the same way I wanted to work with a group. But even in the room and not out.

"Reran. uh Tirta! you're in dalem, right?" ask me a little while I know he's inside. Because I saw him come into his room from downstairs.

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Tirta opened the door, with a laptop and a few books in her hand.

"Why kangen?" ask her.

'Huekk, that's right. What's he talking about? i miss? until lebaran monkey also I will not miss the same gerandong nyebelin like him!' my inner.

"That's again God 19, love about the hard dong! so doang?" tanya I made what she said earlier as a joke.

I want to make small talk to him because I need to be with him. Then no sorry sorry.

"Not funny you, let me ready my duty too. Let me work downstairs while you two!" her word.

"You have a printer, right?" ask Tirta when she almost passed me.

"Why is that?" ask after stopping his steps.

"Gue pinjem, that's Marco saying he needs a printer to print tasks!" obviously I was with Tirta.

Fortunately, my relationship with him has improved, at least better than before. If I don't want to borrow the printer to him, I'd better go up to his photocopy ko Acong in the next alley. There is Haris, a handsome copier like Aliando Syarif. I better print my work there. But because Tirta and I are like her, they're no longer Silvester and Tweety. I don't think I need to go there anyway, I hear it's closed there at seven o'clock, now that I'm there I'm going home empty-handed and achy feet.

"So, hold it. I'm taking it!" he said, handing me his laptop and book.

A few minutes later, he brought his printer out.

"Well, you can use Bluetooth!" he said while holding the printer with both hands.

I who heard what Tirta had just said could only raise my eyebrows high.

"Yes if you can use bluetooth why do you also unplug the cable and keep you cut it so that the printer?" ask me wonder.

I don't think about what Tirta did, if I did, I honestly didn't think about it. If the printer can print tasks from Marco's laptop only with a bluetooth connection to the printer owned by Tirta.

But if Tirta already knew that, why would he still pull the cable and take it out of his room.

"Yes already, it's gone. Comeondown!" his words went ahead of me.

'Ouch, this is why it is on this error. Oh yeah I forgot this is a jum-at malem!' my mind then followed Tirta's steps down to the first floor.

We put all the equipment on the living room table, but it seems too full if Tirta also does his job at this table.

"Could follow us if he digerjain his duty on one bench like this!" lamented Marco who typed on his laptop while eating cassava chips made by aunty.

"You're the one who left sono, this is my house!" said Tirta and made me chuckle again.

Really yes, this time I agree with what Tirta said to Marco.

"I can't do that, brother, I'm here first. And I am a guest, everywhere the guest should be in priority, cherished!" speak with great emphasis.

"All right, you're not invited to know!" he said annoyed then grabbed all his belongings again and moved to another smaller table and his location was not far from the main table.

"Let's not invited, his name is still a guest!" marco's reply again won't lose.

Actually I was a little disappointed, because Tirta just gave up. It feels comforting to see Marco and Tirta arguing like that ever since.

"Udah hunted sit down and continue to bacain it, let me who tick!" marco's orders.

I sat down, looking at Marco's writing that made my eyes hurt.

"This is a doctor's prescription or what? not very clear!" my lament that indeed had to look closer and meticulously just able to read Marco's writing.

"Let's just read the doang. I'm good enough to bring this assignment here, so that you read it well know what our proposal is!" inexplicably.

And this time I'm not protesting what he said, because I think he's right. I really should try to read it, but she's very nice to me. I wondered why he would bother to go home and do this task with me.

"Eh, but there's no shrimp behind the rock, right?" I whispered to Marco.

Because the last time we were in a group, he even made me have to picket in place for seven days. I can't just trust this company.

"Nothing, read hunt. You know not actually true also the saying that says, embarrassed to ask astray on the road, but if most of the nanya like you gini you know not what marks?" ask her.

And because I was also paying attention to his writing that was quite difficult to read this I just replied.

"What marked?" ask me.

"Signs you're stupid already bored, the maximum level and can not be saved again!" his answer made me grunt.

"Udah hunt read!" he shouted again quickly before I could open my mouth and reply to his words.

"The systematics of a business proposal consists of a cover and a title page, then a table of contents, followed by an introduction and then an aspect of business planning...!"

"Slow down dong Rasti, my fingers are only ten not twelve!" marco's protest felt I was too quick to read the writing he had to type.

"Just use twelve, add the big toe!" my origin sahut.

"You guys want to fight what you want to do the task anyway, if it's like it continues until dawn will not be finished!" sahut Tirta who seems disturbed by my debate and also Marco.

"Until dawn, stay up our dong!" chirp Marco again without sin.

Did he not realize that Tirta was angry, he responded with a joke.

"Well I'm staying up late, job hunting. Finished not finished at half-ten I drive you out of here!!" tirta resolute.

"Hunting read more Race!" marco panicked.

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