Mr. Teacher, Love You
The Heart of Marco

"Why do you do yoga again?" marco asked in an annoyed tone of voice and also an unhappy facial expression.

I raised my eyebrows high and distanced myself a little more from him.

"Ih, why are you? yes, the same with Yoga. Kananan Panji to the hospital also Pak Yoga!" answer me.

Marco did not even immediately act fast as he already did. He was silent for a moment and looked like he was going to say something but still hesitated to say it or not.

"Can it be Ras, if you're still a little away from Pak Yoga?" ask her in a soft voice. But because of his low voice, I became creepy when I heard him.

'Well, how do I try to keep my own girlfriend away!" I murmured in my heart.

"Ih you say what the hell, why should I also menggejauhin Pak Yoga, emang pak Yoga germ? bacteria? or virus?" ask Marco.

"Well tumben lu pinter, where the lessons of IPA children are all what you call!" sahut fast.

"Elah, this talk is so I'm a lot of horrified in television commercials dudul!" say me again.

"Well, I thought your brain was light. But yes Ras, you can believe it can't. But if I think you have to believe me the same I feel that the eyes of Pak Yoga to you know different!" obviously at length.

I started to get nervous, because what Marco said was true. I began to suspect if Marco knew of my relationship with Pak Yoga. But how do I find out about it.

"So what the hell you are, yeah that's the way he sees me is different just look at you. You sit in the front, I'm in the back. He's got to be wider in his eyes if he wants to see me!" I said reasoned.

"Ngeyel, that's it. I'm going to send you to Panji house with Yoga!" he pulled my wrist and stepped forward.

But I stomped my hand firmly so that Marco's hand was released.

"What the hell, by the way do not use hold-hold, not muhrim know!" my Ceplos made Marco scratch his head which did not actually itch.

"Yes sorry, your abis tuh like there's a magnet, want her to stick me!" he said while crying.

I scrunched my forehead again.

"Title you!" exclaims to leave her.

But as I walked towards the parked Yoga pack car in front of the school gate, Marco actually followed me.

And when I open the front door, it'll just touch the car's door handle. He even first opened the door and just sneaked into the car Pak Yoga.

"Marco!" exclaim Pak Yoga looks confused why Marco got into his car.

I also showed the same expression as Pak Yoga. I'm confused too.

"I went to the Panji house, sir, I took my father to the church next to the hospital where Panji was treated. Can you sir?" marco asked with a plain face on Yoga sir.

Pak Yoga looked at me at a glance and then looked at Marco again.

"All right!" answer Pak Yoga briefly.

He then turned back towards me.

"Rasti, let's go inside, you sit in the back!" exciting pak Yoga.

And I immediately opened the car door pack yoga passenger section in the back. As I sat inside, Pak Yoga glanced at me from the front view. I could only shrug my shoulders at a glance as a sign I also did not know what Marco was trying to do.

Pak Yoga immediately drove his car and we left the school area.

"Sir, you have a future wife, right?" marco asked the chat because about fifteen minutes after he died our school was more silent and just glanced at each other.

"Yes, why is it?" answer Pak Yoga and immediately ask Marco why he asked such a question.

"No, I'm curious. How is the father's wife?" ask her again.

"Kepo you!" I said from the back.

I know Mr. Yoga does not like the questions that Marco asks, so I try to distract Marco.

"Diem bentar ngapa Ras, this is a male chat with men. Bocil don't follow!" he said to reply to my words.

When Marco called me a leak it felt like I wanted to take a look at his head.

"Who's that leaky? yawl you!" I said annoyed while kicking the back of the seat that Marco was sitting on.

Dukes

"Eh, Rasti. This is Yoga sir's car! play a kick! expensive car!" he said it as if I was the real trouble maker, but he was the culprit.

"Already... already! don't quarrel. We've reached the front of the alley, which is Panji's house, Rasti?" ask me Yoga.

"Well, how do you know Rasti's alley?" marco asked with a suspicious look at me. He looked towards me and looked towards the Yoga pack in turn. Like interrogating the accused or something.

I gasp in shock.

'Well, really, what do I answer?' ask me to panic in my heart.

I just kept quiet, swallowing my saliva with great difficulty.

But when I was panicking and did not know what to answer, Pak Yoga smiled at Marco instead.

"Well, I know, yesterday when Rasti drove me to the clinic. I'll take him home!" answer Yoga with ease.

'Ah yes really, why did I forget the same thing. Present, gini gih fate of our brains, loading it long anyway!' I complained in my heart.

I even forgot about it, but it just happened yesterday. What happened years ago try. I can't take it at all.

I looked towards Marco who was bearded like a woodpecker.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Yeah, which one is Panji Ras' house?" ask Marco then.

"Oh so he's Mr RT's son?" ask Marco again.

Pak Yoga drove the car again until we stopped in front of Panji's house. We got out of the car and started to get into the yard of Panji house.

Tok tok tok tok

"Assynnya!" the voice of Pak Yoga knocked and gave his greetings.

Pak Yoga keeps typing the door even though the door of Panji house is actually open. Soon I saw Bi Icih, the housekeeper at Panji's house come out.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" greet her and look straight at me. Maybe it was because I was the one he knew from these three people standing in front of him.

"Neng Rasti, aya naon iye tea?" ask bi Icih which means what is this.

"Bu RT no bi?" ask Miss Icih.

"Punten neng, father and mother tea has gone from this morning! my father said that if there is a need to be written in the memo, over there!" said Bu Icih while showing a small table that contained a large book and also a pen table or stand pen that was next to the ledger.

"Look at bi!" mr. Yoga took a step forward and tried to talk to Ms. Icih.

"The banner is now in the hospital with injuries...!"

"Aw Gusti, Naha kumaha den Panji can enter the hospital? naon's injury? kumaha den Panji's condition?" tanya bi Icih berdubi-tubi and in panic.

I then embrace and calm bi Icih, I rubbed his arm a few times.

"Neng, with Panji neng...!" even bi Icih was already crying at this moment.

I was quite moved to see the reaction shown bi Icih on what happened to Panji. I know Panji is very respectful and also loves bi Icih, when his father and mother are busy. It is indeed bi Icih who always accompanies Panji. I know Bi Icih also loved Panji very much, so when he heard Panji entered the hospital he was very surprised and sad.

"Panji only mild injury kok bi, his head hit the ball while playing basketball. But he is still unconscious, and wants to be checked further. Bi Icih please call Bu RT yes, tell him that Panji is being treated at Permata Kasih hospital!" obviously I'm at length with a slow voice so that bi Icih does not get panicked.

"Nuhun neng, aunty phone father same mother now!" he said while wiping his tears with his long sleeves.

"Eh yes bi, this is Panji bag. I'm saying goodbye, go to the hospital!" said me and bi Icih immediately grabbed the bag in my hand and immediately hugged it.

"Excuse me bi!" say polite Yoga Pak.

Marco said the same sentence. The three of us got back in the car and Mr. Yoga drove back to the hospital.

"Great pity on the aunt, she was so sad! I think she loves Panji!" marco shouted back to break the silence of our journey.

"My aunt is like that, she loves me!" sahut.

Because what I said was true, the aunt loved me very much. He was even very attentive to my eating and resting hours.

"It's me!" chirps Marco.

I squinted my eyes at Marco who was looking back.

"The bottom line is, if we sincerely love others, that person will surely love us!" said Pak Yoga suddenly while looking at me from the front view.

I blushed, I immediately turned my face away because I felt what he said was being pointed at me.

"Not sir!" refute Marco who made the view of Pak Yoga so switched from me.

"Why did you say that?" ask Pak Yoga a little curious.

"Yes, the proof is I love Rasti, uh she's not!" marco said he made Pak Yoga press his brake pedal suddenly.

Cittt

"Ouch!" marco who seemed surprised and his head hit the car window.

"Sorry, are you okay, Marco? Rasti?" pan Yoga asked in panic and immediately looked back.

I shook my head quickly, and directly hit Marco on the head from behind.

"Ouch!" screeched Marco again.

"Rasti, why add in again anyway? the front is broken, the back time' wants to be given a bumpol as well. It's called having fallen down the stairs anyway!" he was upset and kept nagging.

"I'm surprised, what did you say?" ask Pak Yoga to Marco who is still busy wiping his head with his own hands.

"Yes sir, I like Rasti but Rasti is insensitive!" complained again.

Pak Yoga looked back again, he looked confused, or else I did not understand the expression he was showing me.

"Don't say it carelessly, we're still a leak. No pantes by the way!" I tried to convince Pak Yoga that this was not a big problem for our relationship.

I'm sure Marco is just a fad, he's just liking tomorrow too after seeing a better girl then he'll easily turn away. Monkey love or something like that, not a love like Yoga Pak.

"Rasti, I'm really...!"

"Diem no you, no need to hoax again yes. I'm aduin you're with Tirta, let's be your rempeyek!" I said I was bluffing Marco.

"Ye, play a complaint!" his weakness.

I immediately tilted my head at Pak Yoga, I wanted to say 'look, he said like me, but once I mentioned he would complain to Tirta he felt afraid and backed off, it was not love'

I saw Pak Yoga smiling, it seemed like he understood my sign language. I think we're getting closer and understanding each other.

Pak Yoga started the engine again and we continued on our way to the hospital.

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