Mr. Teacher, Love You
The Past of Rasti

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Yoga follows the footsteps of Tirta who looks so rushed and occasionally glances sharply towards Yoga who follows his steps from behind. They came down the steps of the hospital emergency exit.

Tirta's step stopped, making Yoga that was far enough away from him also stopped slowly. Tirta looked back and immediately looked at Yoga sharply.

"What do you want by approaching Rasti, he's even more worthy of being called your nephew right?" ask Tirta directly at the most important point.

Yoga seemed very surprised by what Tirta asked.

"I think you've misunderstood, me and Rasti like each other. I don't want anything from her...!"

"Boaster!" pekik Tirta interrupted the Yoga speech.

Tirta really looked really upset. It felt like he did not want to listen to a single word of mouth Yoga because of what his mother had done and told Rasti until the condition of his sister could be like that.

Yoga that understands Tirta's feelings also does not argue much. He didn't want to argue, he just wanted to talk nicely to Tirta.

"I know you must still be angry and upset over what my mother told you and Rasti, but believe me like whatever Rasti's past I will accept it. I love Rasti sincerely. Before loving her I didn't expect anything from her, I didn't even expect her to return my feelings and have the same feelings as me!" clearly Yoga tries to talk slowly but sounds sincere and also firm.

Tirta who listened to the explanation of Yoga also gradually began to dampen his emotions. Tirta who initially clenched her hand tightly, started to open her fist and started to sigh long.

"I'm sure Rasti is just out of luck in his past, and in the future. I'll bring that luck to Rasti!" firmly Yoga.

From his voice and from his attitude when saying that sentence, Yoga like very confident will be able to make Rasti happy.

Tirta chuckled when she heard what Yoga said.

"really? how can my sister be happy in the midst of people who will continue to make her life unsettled, do you realize that your mother does not even want to hear Rasti's explanation. He thought Rasti was a bad woman, immoral. How are you going to defend Rasti from your own birth mother?" tanya Tirta and question Tirta is really able to make Yoga silenced.

Yoga sighed before walking forward and approaching Tirta.

"I've even decided not to set foot in my mother's house again." said Yoga, saying a sentence with a bowed face.

Tirta looked towards Yoga, she was also surprised to hear what Yoga had just said. Tirta began to feel that Yoga really loves Rasti. Tirta's attitude slowly softened.

They fell silent for a while, and Yoga, who began to realize that Tirta was beginning to believe in him, raised his head firmly.

"Trust me, but can I know what's really going on?" ask Yoga to Tirta.

But the question of Yoga makes Tirta frown. Seeing Tirta's facial expression, Yoga immediately explained his point, he did not want Tirta to be upset again due to misunderstanding Yoga.

"I hope you don't misunderstand me, I want to know that because I don't want to one day discuss something wrong in front of Rasti, which will make Rasti remember in the past that she wants to forget!" kelau Yoga.

"Rasti will never even remember his past!" tirta said with a trembling voice.

Tirta was like holding back such a deep resentment and sadness in her heart. He looked down a glance then looked back inward towards Yoga.

And Yoga who heard the statement from Tirta gasped.

"Amnesia?" ask Yoga because it is the only thing that Yoga can think of.

"No, not amnesia!" rebut Tirta.

Yoga showed a serious face, it seemed like Tirta would soon tell her all about Rasti's past. And sure enough, after being silent for a while, Tirta started talking.

"Rasti was deliberately suggested to forget a piece of his past memory, a memory where there was only crying and pain all over his body...!" Tirta paused what she wanted to say to Yoga.

Tirta's eyes began to glaze over, Tirta's heart returned at that time, where he could also feel all the pain of Rasti just from the sound of his sister's cry, just from the sound of Rasti's moanship at that time.

"Pain all over the body?" tanya Yoga is increasingly curious about what really happened in Rasti's past.

Tirta nodded, and as she did that. Tears that had piled up in his eyes fell. Tirta even crouched down, because she was so unable to retell the dark story that happened to Rasti.

Yoga is curious, though,

'This was definitely not a small thing, until someone like Tirta was so sad like this!' inner Yoga.

Yoga who began to be affected and also sad because he saw the expression pointed by Tirta, finally crouched in front of Tirta.

"I'm sorry Tirta, if it's too hard for you to tell me about Rasti, then I won't...!"

"Rasti was tormented by his own birth mother!" said Tirta who made Yoga widen his eyes wide.

Yoga fell silent, he did not believe what Tirta said. He does not believe in this world there is a mother who will have the heart to torture her own biological children.

"In torture... biological mother?" The Yahya Yoga syock.

"I'm not Rasti's older sister, my mother, Rita Sugianto, is not Rasti's real mother!" tirta clear.

Tirta was speechless after saying that, Yoga was even still very shocked. Tirta changed her position to sit against the wall by bending her right knee and straightening her left leg.

Yoga came to sit next to Tirta, leaning his back against the wall, but bending his knees at a considerable distance.

Tirta began to tell about the incident where Rasti had to be taken to the hospital and then to a psychiatrist.

"Even looking at her own father, Rasti would scream in fear. Every time she heard the voice of a female nurse, she would cry and be hysterical. Rasti was so scared, not only did her birth mother damage and torture Rasti's body, but the evil woman had also damaged Rasti's soul!" Tirta tried to keep telling stories even while holding back anger.

"Rasti should be treated for several months in the hospital, almost half a year. And all kinds of drugs have been given to reduce depression and trauma Rasti who is not even seven years old. Because it's his body...!" Tirta could no longer continue her story.

He looked down with tears that had flowed a lot. Yoga patted Tirta on the shoulder to calm Tirta down. His heart is also raging.

'How could a real mother do such a bad thing to her own biological child!' mind Yoga is completely unbelieving.

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