Mr. Teacher, Love You
Actually I Why?

I hastily plucked my phone from its charger cable. I sat on the edge of the bed and called Pak Yoga.

"Well that much he called, what's wrong?" ask myself after putting my phone in front of my ear.

Tut

Connected, but long enough not to lift.

"Is he angry yeah, and instead won't pick up the phone from me!" I murmured again wondering.

"Hello!" a voice at the other end that seems to be BeTe.

"Em, hello brother. Sorry yes! just now when you called I was under doing my proposal assignment, you were angry huh?" ask me carefully and explain why I didn't answer her phone.

"really? that long?" ask her again.

"Yes, from eight o'clock until now, I'm done and I just walked into the room, em.... You're not angry, are you?" ask me again to make sure that Pak Yoga is not angry with me.

"I'm not angry, I'm just worried about you. What happens until you don't answer my phone!" inexplicably.

"Oh, what's wrong? why are you calling?" ask me then.

"Do I have a reason to call my girlfriend?" ask her.

And to be honest, that question made me feel very embarrassed. Called a lover by Pak Yoga it feels like, yes, seeing a television show when someone is walking on a glass bridge and he looks down. Looking down from thousands of feet. It felt like that, and I got goosebumps on him.

"No, it's not that. It's just that your misscall is dozens, I think there must be something important. If not...!"

"What if I said I miss you that's something important?" ask her again in a slightly hoarse voice than before.

And this time it's not just like looking at people who see heights, but it's like I feel like I'm at those heights.

"You...!"

"I miss you Rasti, tell me you miss me too?" said again. It's called a statement or a question, right?

I actually also wanted to say such a sentence to her, but it was hard to say. Is it because I'm just dating this first time, if in the movies I watch it says love and longing it is a natural thing to do. But my mouth is hard to say.

"Rasti, did you hear me?" ask because I was quiet for a long time.

I kept quiet because I was trying to say the words he wanted to hear.

"So you don't miss me?" ask her again.

I immediately gasped.

"Mom..Well, why do you think that?" ask me.

"Then?" the question is short.

"Em... I'm just... How about I say when we meet tomorrow?" ask her because my voice cannot come out when I say that word to her.

"Well Rasti, good rest. Sleep well, and don't dream of another man!" exclaiming her.

Don't dream of another man? I mean I can only dream of him. Gosh, morning sees him, noon sees him, and night must also see him. Come on I'm seventeen years old, still need a lot of good-looking face references.

"Yes, good evening Yoga!" I said end my phone call.

"Well, what the hell is on my mind? of course you'll be angry if you're escorted by another man! where there is a man who receives his wife close to another man" I murmured.

I thought about everything that had happened, and all the memories that I remembered when I was a child.

"Why haven't I ever tried to think about it!" muttered again.

I tried to clarify the memories that passed, I remember when I just came home from Irma's grandmother's house, and in front of Irma's grandmother's car I saw a luxury car stop in front of the house, I saw a man open the door, and the one out of the door opened by the man was my mother.

"Was it really the mother who made you angry?" ask me then after remembering all the memories in my childhood even when I was not in SD at that time.

Grandma Irma held me back from going in first, I don't know why she did that, but after there was a noise and stuff being thrown down. Grandma Irma got out of the car with me and went into the house.

"Agkha!" I screamed and fell out of my bed.

I was sitting limp on the floor covering both ears with my hands.

"Hiks.. hiks.. I don't want to remember that, I don't want to! I don't want to!" I looked down while sobbing.

Remembering the quarrel between father and mother made my heart and head feel very sick. My whole body is sick. I don't know why it could be like this, but it feels like my breath is congested when I remember all that.

Tok tok tok tok

"Rasti! Rasti you why?" I heard Tirta's voice from outside the door.

I close my ears tightly. I don't want to hear any sound. I don't want to hear anyone. Because hearing the sound of people screaming always makes my whole body sick, very sick. I don't know why, but I don't want to hear it.

"Rasti, open the door... Rasti!" Tirta kept shouting.

And his screams made me feel scared and sad at the same time.

"Shut up, don't yell.. shut up hiks...!" I kept covering my ears with my hands and shaking my head.

Brakkk

Suddenly the door of my room was broken, I saw Tirta come in and run to me. He hugged me, Tirta hugged me.

"Rasti is calm, yes... Aunty!" she called for aunt.

Auntie also went inside and gave me a glass of water and some medicine on Tirta.

"Destine drink this! let's drink!" tirta said and put the medicine directly into my mouth. A little insisting that I could swallow the medicine, and he gave me water to make it easier to swallow." I swallowed. I feel a little calm.

After that I felt my vision blurred, and I heard Tirta talking to auntie but I couldn't hear her clearly because it was suddenly dark.

The next day, I woke up slowly, I opened my eyes slowly. And I was already on top of my bed, as I remember last night I felt pain but I didn't understand why I felt all that.

I got up slowly, I sat with my back on the back of the bed.

"Actually why the hell am I?" ask me myself.

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