Mr. Teacher, Love You
Meet Aunt Asti

Pak Yoga even chuckled softly when he heard me say that sentence in front of him. She then clasped my hands tenderly, making me who was initially nervous actually grow nervous. I knew his intention was to increase my courage, but it seemed the opposite. My stomach was also suddenly heartburn, completely unable to compromise.

Pak Yoga took me to step into the boutique, in front of the large glass door that shifted and opened automatically when we stepped on the white list that was a meter away from the door were already two well-dressed and very beautiful women, they wear the same clothes, they must be the waiters in this boutique. Gently inviting us, me and Pak Yoga went inside.

One of them like her already know or have met with Pak Yoga, because immediately greet by mentioning the name of Pak Yoga.

"Master Yoga Adrian, please. Madam Asti is already waiting for the master inside!" his words were friendly while allowing us to follow in his footsteps.

I am still stunned by this place, because all this time I have never been to a place like this, who would take me to the boutique right. I just bought my clothes and other necessities at the mall along with Yusita, Dewi or Nina. Or even to a modern market or a traditional market along with aunts.

We entered deeper and in one of the rooms located in the very large center, a beautiful and elegant middle-aged woman was seen immediately standing up after seeing our arrival. But I think he stood up because he saw Pak Yoga.

"Yoga, you've finally come. I've been waiting for you long enough!" exclaimed the woman as she walked over to Pak Yoga and hugged her.

"Sorry Mom, it's made you wait. This is Rasti, Yoga lover!" said Pak Yoga who immediately introduced me to his mother without further ado.

I gasped, but I immediately tried to expand my smile and extend my hand to the woman who is his mother Pak Yoga.

"I'm Rasti Auntie!" I said slowly and stuttered a little because I was really nervous.

Mother Yoga immediately welcomed my hand and smiled. He showed me a little bit from the tip of my head to my shoes like his. Only then did he mention his name.

"Asti, call me Aunt Asti, my mother Yoga!" he said that still seems to keep a great distance from me.

He immediately let go of his hand and reverted back to the Yoga pack.

"Have you had lunch? we'll have lunch after we get back from here?" ask her Yoga sir.

Either my feelings alone, or indeed the mother of Yoga sir does not seem to like me huh. Is it because I was still in uniform when I met him, or because I look thin and like a person who lacks food. Maybe Aunt Asti thinks I'm a child of an incapable person who is not equal to her, but that's not true. My father was a successful businessman. Or what is it? I was confused myself.

But I was ignored, I wasn't even told to sit down. Even though my legs have been sore standing continuously from earlier and heard the talk of Pak Yoga and Aunt Asti who seemed to have not met for a long time.

"Darling, let's sit down!" take Pak Yoga.

Finally I sat down too, my legs were aching. Pak Yoga asked me to sit next to him, he didn't seem to want to go far away from me. But her mother kept talking to her, so I felt like an antique urn here.

"This is the mistress of her dress!" said the boutique waiter who took me and Pak Yoga in here while carrying a pastel red dress that I think is very beautiful.

I was so excited to see that dress. I don't have anything like that.

Aunt Asti then glanced at me.

The maid named Prita nodded her head and smiled, then asked me to follow her.

"Miss, please follow me!" said it.

I turned towards Pak Yoga and he nodded his head. I followed Prita and received the dress she had given me. I went into the fitting room. Her clothes are very pretty, but after I wear them, it turns out to be too big, I think I am too skinny. I don't know why I'm this cute, when I see when I'm a baby, I'm a joy.

I don't know what happened to me actually, if other people and also my three friends often tell me about their childhood and memories of their past happily. I can't do any of that, because I don't remember anything about my childhood. At first I felt because I was forgetful aka senile. But the more I got here, the more I grew up I felt like my memory was cut off. I don't understand, but it doesn't seem to be in order. But the more I think about it the more it makes my head hurt.

I looked at the mirror inside the room.

"Ck. Ha ha ha in fact this is mah said the Panjul, already like plywood aka plywood. Gini is my body!" I was judging myself in front of the mirror.

I'm trying to fix my pose, maybe my angle isn't on the right. I then changed my pose to the left, and I noticed it again. It turned out that the result was still the same, completely straight like a sengon tree, like a number one.

"That's not cool!" I muttered again but I chuckled to myself.

"Miss, is everything okay?" ask Prita from the outside.

Maybe because he heard me chuckle, he got worried about me in here. I looked back in the mirror, hesitant to go out and show this to Pak Yoga and his mother.

I opened the door of the fitting room, and sure enough just stepped out, I was already into the drag with this long dress. I almost fell if only Prita didn't hold me back quickly.

"Miss, careful!" his words were so friendly and attentive.

I stood up, and I was sure. I won't be able to walk all the way to Pak Yoga and his mother. As a result I asked Prita to call Pak Yoga to come here.

"I'm sorry, Prita, can you ask for help?" ask Prita.

He looks straight at his head.

"Call Pak Yoga here yes, Pak Yoga her, do not be the same mother! Please!" my door folded my palms in front of my face.

Prita smiles.

"Well, just a minute!" say it politely and then get out of the room fitting.

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