Mr. Teacher, Love You
Go to Meet Candidate-in-Law

Before going to the hospital, Mr. Yoga first stopped his car in front of a church near the hospital, Marco was just coming with us to go to the church, not going to the hospital to visit Panji who is being treated there.

Marco took off the seatbelt he was wearing.

"Sir I tipped my future woman sir, if you can not let the blisters yes. He's reckless about it!" marco said with a cry.

I just kept quiet and saw what reaction Pak Yoga was showing. When I saw her, she just scrunched her forehead and smiled wryly.

"Rasti, don't forget the peanuts!" say it to me before you get out and close the door of Pak Yoga's car.

I rolled my eyes, I just remembered that when Marco said that. Pak Yoga looked back and I saw his view slightly changed.

'Why look at me like that? feel like being in the crib!' my mind is restless.

"Move ahead baby!" exclaim the Yoga pack after looking back towards the front.

I immediately obeyed his words, I immediately took off my seat belt and came out of the rear passenger door and opened the front door and sat down where Marco was sitting.

"I'll call your sister for a minute!" he said it and I nodded my head.

Pak Yoga contacted Tirta, heard the tone of the phone that was being connected because Pak Yoga turned on his cellphone speaker.

Tut's... Tut's..

Several times the tone continued to sound, like his Tirta was on the road. Until can not directly pick up his phone and receive a call from Pak Yoga.

Tut's... Tut's..

"Hello!" answer Tirta from across there.

"Good day Tirta, this is Yoga sir!" sahut pak Yoga's.

"Yes sir, what's wrong?" tanya was impressed in a hurry.

"I just want to tell you that I'm Rasti with me....!" obviously mr Yoga. But before he finished explaining, Tirta instead cut off the speech to be delivered by Pak Yoga.

"Why sure, sir? she's okay, right?" ask her quickly and directly two questions at once.

I who heard that immediately lowered my face looking towards my shoes.

'I think I've misunderstood Tirta all this time, he looks attentive, caring and keeps me really when there's no kayak now, am I wrong to judge Tirta as wrong?' ask me in my heart.

Pak Yoga looked at me, maybe he knew that my facial expression suddenly changed, I think he realized it. Pak Yoga immediately grabbed my hand, to be honest it felt very warm like getting protection and very calm.

"Rasti is fine, we are currently visiting Panji. You know him, right?" ask me Yoga.

"Yes I know, why that kid?" tirta asked a little.

"He was injured and is now in the hospital, because his parents can not be contacted, I asked Rasti to accompany me to Panji house to tell the state of Panji to his family!" obviously Pak Yoga at length so that Tirta really understands and does not misunderstand.

"Oh, yes sir. I'm just gonna go get Rasti! are Yoga and Rasti at home now?" ask Tirta again to make sure.

"Now I take Rasti to the hospital, accompany Panji until his parents come!" obviously Pak Yoga again gives a reason.

"Oh so, all right. If you want to go home, please tell Rasti to contact me sir! I'll pick him up at the hospital!" exclaim Tirta again make sure.

"How about I take Rasti home?" tanya Pak Yoga was a little careful on Tirta so as not to make her suspicious.

"What's not bothering you?" ask Tirta back.

Yoga sir smiled, and tightened his grip on my hand.

"Absolutely not, then I hang up the phone. Good afternoon!" said pak Yoga.

"Prince sir!" answer Tirta.

Pak Yoga then hung up his phone call with Tirta and put his phone back in his pocket.

"Rasti, I told the nurse that the Panji family was coming or if anyone was looking for her, I asked that the nurse contact me. So, can I kidnap you now?" tanya Pak Yoga makes my hair goosebumps.

"So Yoga said what the hell, I got these goosebumps. I'm only seventeen years old, sister Yoga, where do you want to kidnap me? to KUA again, huh? I told you that the new ID card is taken care of and the belly so!" obviously I was at length covering my real nervousness.

Pak Yoga smiled and removed his hand from my grasp, he started the car engine and got ready to drive.

"Not to KUA, but meet the future in-laws!" he said and immediately drove his car leaving the street area.

I'm even more creepy than before.

'What said? meet with the future in-laws!' my mind while shuffling my shoulders.

At least I should change my uniform first, right, to make it look more polite.

"Sister, shouldn't I change my clothes first?" ask me Yoga sir.

"What to do in the change, it will be the same there on the loose...!"

"What??" my cry screams in shock.

But the reaction of Pak Yoga is ordinary.

"On the outside, Yoga does not want to be strange, right? actually, Rasti does not like courting adult style, let alone the style of foreign people who play...!"

"What the hell are you talking about Rasti? so do not be negative thinking people, if there are people who talk too, make it a habit to listen to the person talk until finished do not play just interrupt it!" said Pak Yoga who seemed to be scolding me, he nagged.

I still have an unhappy expression.

"Well, did you say play outside? what are you trying to do if you're not a shirt?" ask me not to lose.

"Yes, it's your shirt, it's your shirt...!"

"That's it!" pekik I again interjected the words of Pak Yoga.

"But Rasti wants to go home! don't wanna come? anterin Rasti's home!" my exclaim but why does it sound like a whimper.

"You must have misunderstood me, we'll meet my mother at the boutique. To meet our couple's clothes!" obviously Pak Yoga who managed to make me immediately speechless peeking at where I sit.

It felt so embarrassed, I had misunderstood him even hard to whine unreasonably at him. I've been thinking a lot, but his intention was just to take me to the boutique and meet his mother.

'Next time I won't talk about people anymore!' my inner.

And the atmosphere returned to silence after our little debate, due to a misunderstanding from me whose brains were slow to load this long.

I who was nervous became even more nervous.

"You nervous?" tanya Pak Yoga started our conversation.

I took a long breath.

"Of course, look at my shirt? isn't your mom going to protest you're dating a High School kid. Where the high school boy is careless, reckless, not sinter and has no talent at all other than making drugs like me!" I said describing myself in front of Yoga.

This is what I am, I think only the khilaf men will like me.

Pak Yoga was silent for a moment, he was still focused on driving his car properly because of the fairly crowded road conditions at this time.

"I want to ask you a question, what if I'm not a teacher, and I don't have a car, don't have a house, you still like me?" ask Pak Yoga to me with a heavy voice, typical of his voice.

I immediately looked towards him.

"Don't know, 'cause when we meet you it's like this!" answer me honestly.

I honestly answered that honestly from the bottom of my heart.

"That's Rasti, I'm like that too. I don't know if if you're not the reckless Rasti I'd like you or not, if you're not the reckless Rasti, I'd be interested in you or not!" sometimes looking at me.

"I like you because that's what you are! and I'll tell you something. My mother loved me very much, and for the thirty years I have lived, she has never refused a single request of mine!" obviously it was Yoga that made me start to feel happy.

"Never once?" ask me to make sure.

To be honest I was very amazed, what kind of mother she who never refused even though her son's request, surely she was very fond of Pak Yoga.

"Even when everyone disagrees with me being a teacher, he approves of it!" he said it added to my confidence.

"When everyone doesn't allow me to live independently and alone, she opposes everyone and supports me! believe me, Rasti, she will definitely accept you!" continued Pak Yoga makes my heart more confident and confident.

I began to believe with every utterance of Pak Yoga, I hope everything that Pak Yoga said is true. And I believe, he's right.

After a long journey, we finally arrived at a boutique that I heard this is the best boutique in the city. The most famous boutique, so that can enter it only those who have reservations from far away, or indeed people who are quite famous and famous.

Pak Yoga opened for the car, and I got out of the car. I saw a lot of fancy cars lined up neatly outside the building.

"Waw, is this a boutique or a mall?" ask me a little murmur. But I think it can still be heard by Pak Yoga.

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