Mr. Teacher, Love You
Discussing Marriage

It is getting late today, but we are still in the hospital waiting for the arrival of Panji's parents. Not to pay for Panji's treatment at the hospital. Because all of that has been completed by Pak Yoga.

We're here to wait for Panji's parents to make sure they come and find out the state of Panji. After Panji realized earlier the doctors and nurses again examined him, even reaching X-ray. But I'm so grateful that nothing was bad, he was just a mild head trauma from being shocked at the ball.

At this time the young man could even joke around and eat the burger voraciously. Before you got here, Pak Yoga really bought me and Panji burger very much, we even doubt if you can spend it.

"Eat it slowly Panji!" exclaim Pak Yoga for seeing Panji eat in a hurry like I'm going to snatch his food.

"Great laper sir, breakfast this morning. I fainted this afternoon, so I woke up on my stomach and there was a keroncong festival!" answer him with his mouth still full of burger pieces that he bites.

Pak Yoga just smiled, and I grabbed some tissue on the table and gave it to Panji.

"Now, on the lap your mouth is a straw!" I said while thrusting the tissue in my hand towards him.

But instead of taking it with his hand, Panji thrust his cheek at me.

"Lap-in dong, my hands are dirty!" his words without sin.

I put on a look of dislike.

"Yes, the lap itself is big!" reply me again.

"Gue is sick again, you really do. I'm just asking for help...!" he said it like a persecuted man sulking.

But not yet finished Panji talk, Pak Yoga grabbed the tissue in my hand and rubbed the stain on Panji's cheek.

"Gtip!" I really can't help my laughter right now.

"Ha ha ha !"

Panji's face frowned, and Pak Yoga only smiled small, very very very small.

"Have, no more arguing. Continue eating you!" exclaim Pak Yoga after throwing the used tissue earlier to the garbage box that is near the door of the Panji's nursery.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, because Panji who I think was very embarrassed by the incident earlier. And I also felt that oak Yoga was a little upset with me, if I had not taken the tissue earlier, surely such a scene would not have needed to happen. Panji won't whine at me being spoiled, and Pak Yoga doesn't have to do that either.

"Don't you eat?" tanya Panji opened his voice. Making me and Pak Yoga immediately turned towards him together.

I then look towards Pak Yoga, it is also true why Pak Yoga does not eat. If I recall, the time at home Pak Yoga, even though he bought me this food he also did not eat. Is he a vegetarian? but the lunch time he cooked at that time he cooked stir-fried meat and he ate. I became curious.

"Yes sir, why don't you eat?" ask me to know.

Pak Yoga then looked towards me and also towards Panji in turn.

"I don't eat junk food! that's the reason!" answer Pak Yoga explained to both of us.

Panji and I looked at each other and rounded our mouths to form the letter O. But then Panji pinched my arm.

"Augh! what the hell!" I protested what Panji did.

"Gapain you're following along, name my expression. Not your creative!" reply her.

"Oh, who's your name? you followed me!" said I don't accept.

"Not creative you!" exclamation Panji.

"Basic Panjul lu!" reply I don't want to lose.

"Basic of your beauty!" said quick.

"..." I fell silent, I originally wanted to say the words that might be heard saying. But when he praised I was confused to reply with what word and what sentence.

As a result I was silent, but then I saw the yoga pack moving out of his chair and was seen checking the door.

"Your parents haven't come yet Panji?" ask Pa Yoga after he came back to Panji.

The pennant only scratches his head which may not actually itch.

"Sorry sir, I've been troubling you. If you want any other needs, you can just leave me here, that's okay! there's Rasti!" he said with a smile.

Pak Yoga did not answer, he was still looking at me. And I'm sure he won't leave me here with Panji. Seeing us joking around like his Pak Yoga was very disturbed and his face was Bete.

"It's okay, I'll be with you in a minute. I don't have an important job!" said Mr. Three later.

"You've been friends for a long time?" ask Pak Yoga while staring at me.

I'm just about to open my mouth to bring out the answer to Pak Yoga's question. But Panji interrupted.

"Oh sir, from childhood. We are neighbors, our Kindergarten is a school, our Elementary School is a school, Junior High School is also a school, even our High School is still a school but strangely we never have the same class!" clearly Panji at length answers questions Pak Yoga.

I guess Pak Yoga will be angry because he obviously asked me. But apparently not, he looked even more curious.

"really? can it be so?" ask Pak Tiga who now directs the question to Panji because he looks towards Panji when he raises the question from his mouth.

"No idea sir, maybe fate. Whatever we like is never the same, what we want is never the same. Hobby, our favorite movie...!" Panji bowed his head at a glance and glared softly at me.

Seeing him look at me and talk in such a sad tone actually made me feel sad.

But then she smiled at me and grabbed my hand all of a sudden.

"But when it comes to food we always like the same things, he likes meatballs I like too, he likes my burgers especially, and that milkshake is our favorite drink. Is it a race?" he asked me while still holding my hand.

I tried to take my hand off the Panji but he clasped it tighter.

"Is it Race?" ask her again because of a question I haven't answered before.

I nodded my head quickly.

"I. yeah. But let's take my hands out, sick tofu!" I complained and finally he took his hand out of my hand.

I saw the look on the face of Pak Yoga Mak Bete. I was confused what to say. But then both of Panji's parents came. They looked very panicked and immediately checked the state of Panji.

I know even though they're busy, but they love Panji very much. They will die from all their work and come to their son who is having difficulties.

"Thank you, teacher, very kind. You delivered Panji to the hospital, came home to tell us and also waited for Panji until we came. May God repay all the kindness of the master!" said Panji Father thanking and praying for all the goodness in Pak Yoga.

Pak Yoga only smiled and nodded his head a few times. He looks very sincere, not just visible, he is very sincere.

After a while, Pak Yoga also invited me to go home. I say goodbye to Ms. RT who is also Panji's mother.

"Dear baby, thank you very much. I promise your ID card tomorrow will be so!" said me.

I nodded happily.

"Thank you RT!" sahut.

"Ih Rasti, a grateful mother. You're always good with the banner. Why don't you guys just date anyway, you're just the friend of a small, not bosen memenan continue...!"

The speech of Ms. RT was stopped because the husband nudged her arm.

"Mom, there's also their teacher here. I said that to you!" muttered Pak RT.

Ms. Panji just smiled awkwardly at Pak Yoga whose face was a little gloomy, it seemed like she was upset.

"I'm sorry, mom and dad, you go home first. Take good care of yourself!" exclaim Pak Yoga before taking me out of the patient room Panji.

Along the way to the car, Pak Yoga was still silent and I just walked after him from behind. I won't ask, because I already know what upset him.

We both got in the car, but since five minutes ago there has been no sign that Pak Yoga will start the engine. I think he's thinking and hasn't found an answer yet. I think he's afraid that if his mind is still chaotic, he won't be able to focus on driving his car.

"Rasti!" call me Yoga sir.

I looked, after a long silence. I finally heard Yoga speak

"Yes sis!" softly speak to me.

"Would I want to marry you after you graduate, would you be willing?" ask her again and this time she looks at me with teary eyes.

I don't know what to answer, not because I want to go to college and be anything, because I don't remember what my ideals are either. For now, I just want to graduate. The rest I'll see later, but get married?

I'm still quiet, actually I don't like to hear that word. A wedding! it pissed me off, my father and mother's marriage ended unhappily, I really didn't like that word being pointed at me.

"You don't want to marry me?" ask Yoga again.

"Sister, I don't even have a ID yet!" I answered for a logical reason.

He smiled wryly.

"You didn't hear or pretend you didn't hear Rasti? all I ask is after you graduate school....!"

I immediately embraced the arm of Yoga sir, making him stop asking.

"Sister, why think about something that hasn't happened yet. I know my brain is minimalist, do not know next year can graduate or not. I don't want to give any hope to Yoga. But I'll try!" obviously I'm at length.

Pak Yoga looks to smile.

"Well then, I'll teach you well. I'm sure you'll graduate! Now I'm taking you home!" he said and I nodded my head quickly.

Pak Yoga immediately started the engine of his car, with me still leaning on his arm. I don't want her to talk about marriage anymore, because I really don't like hearing about it. I don't know when, but now I really hate the word on me.

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