Mr. Teacher, Love You
Misunderstand

I was already in the corridor leading to my classroom, the twelve grade children seemed to have started taking a break. Since yesterday I have not seen them again. Maybe because they've passed the exam. They got a quicker break than we were in tenth and eleventh grade, which just started next Monday's test.

I looked towards the basketball court not far from where I was walking. I saw the Panji was there.

"Ck. still early in the morning playing basketball. Huh, body odor address is not that!" I muttered to myself while walking.

But my steps stopped, when I saw something that made me a little surprised. I saw that Ms. Noni, the art teacher who is the youngest teacher in this school, was talking very closely with the man I also know well who she is.

I hid behind a wall, trying to listen to what they were both talking about.

"So sir Yoga the story, I hope Pak Yoga will help me yes!" said Miss Noni softly.

"Sorry Miss Noni, but I really can't help you. I made an appointment with someone this afternoon, and I can't cancel that!" answer to yoga.

"Is that important, that person for Yoga?" asked the sad-sounding Noni.

"He's very important, even he's the most important!" answer to yoga.

The deg!

I feel that something is missing from my heart, who will be met by Pak Yoga. Is that guy as important as I thought. A boy or a girl? I became very curious.

But when I looked towards Pak Yoga and Bu Noni was chatting earlier, it turned out that Pak Yoga was no longer there.

'Well, I mostly dream about it. Until Pak Yoga goes I don't know!' my mind is upset.

Ms. Noni was still standing in her place, I saw that Ms. Noni looked sad.

'What Miss Noni also likes Yoga Pak. Huh, a lot of people like Yoga!' I lamented in my heart again.

As I was being serious about watching Bu Noni's sad-looking expression, someone patted me on the shoulder from the side.

"Heh, what are you doing?" ask a student I know who he is. Of course very familiar, he even worked with me last night.

"Ih, your best friend!" I protested while brushing Marco's hand off my shoulder.

"Elah, wear pretend to forget your memory. Semalem kan lu abis I am apelin!" said haphazardly.

"Huh, you guys are being?" shouted Nina who had just come and was currently right behind Marco.

I round my eyes, then spontaneously hit Marco's arm.

Plaques

"Ouch!" screeched Marco while rubbing his arm which I had struck with all my strength.

"It's the same with your own boyfriend!" he said it made me more upset.

"Marco, once again you're talking that I don't have a mouth!" I snapped at Marco.

"Cie Rasti has a girlfriend, well this is hot news, I tell the kids first!" said Nina who apparently still does not understand with my attitude that continues to show Marco's speech is not true.

"Eh Nina, you're a dudul...!" I exclaimed and then tried to chase after Nina who ran into the classroom.

But I couldn't catch up to Nina who was running slow because someone was holding me by holding my wrist firmly.

I tried to let go of Marco's hand, but I couldn't. Why should he keep me like this.

"Eit don't go away. Where is our duty, you have printed it. Let me clip it in the library. Later live latitude nyari her eggs!" he shouted without letting go of my hand.

"It could also be Marco, let me go first. Nina misunderstood, and the other children could misunderstand too. Don't you know what you are?" ask me pissed.

But still no matter what I say, Marco didn't take his hand off me. He is so stubborn.

"OK okay, take your hands off! I took the job proposal from my dalem bag!" say me.

And it turns out he took his hand off me.

'Huh, bother. The kids must have misunderstood!' my mind is complaining.

While I continued to complain, I took out a few pieces of paper from my bag.

"It's mine too, right?" ask Marco while giving me some of the paper. More precisely not just a few sheets, but dozens of sheets.

"Yes if you have the same, you should come with me to the perpus!" she made me glare at her again.

"Where's the story?" ask me to protest again.

"This is what time, where can fifteen minutes I have two volumes of proposals. Come with me, let's make it fast!" he said, then pulled my hand away and pointed the two of us towards the library.

"Eh, why is Rasti on such a date?" ask Ms. Noni because we passed her.

"This ma'am, she's got a stomachache and I want to take her to the UKS!" marco replied and we passed.

I was just about to open my mouth to clarify Marco's words, but Ms. Noni had already turned around and left.

"Lu tuh what the hell, he said to the perbus. Why did you say we're going to the UKS?" I asked annoyedly as I stomped my hand firmly to escape Marco's grasp. And it worked

"Well, instead of me saying we're going to KUA? go to the UKS, right?" ask her lightly.

"Printing you!" I growled at Marco and walked ahead of him to the library.

We are both already in the library, here is provided a room where we can make it easier to complete all work or assignments from school. There is a photocopy room located in the library area, but it does not blend with the library. Separate one room. There are also various tools and materials that can be used to make clipping, managed by school cooperatives. And the price is much more economical than in a photocopy place outside the school.

"It's got you!" marco said give me Manila paper and black plastic volumes.

"Jeez Marco, what a horror your life is. I don't want black. Find me white!" exclaim me while tidying up our task page.

"My color is white, blue!" refute her.

"What should be the same? you want black, want blue, I'm white anyway!" reply me again.

"Yes it must be the same Rasti, let us be caught by one group. That's just don't understand! what was your ranking last semester?" her question is like lighting a war torch with me.

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