Mr. Teacher, Love You
Backstreet (Still)

During this day Pak Yoga continued to be in the hospital, earlier he had a short nap after lunch. And he even slept while sitting on a chair with my arms hugged. I'm glad he's so considerate and caring for me, even though on the other hand I feel really bad for his family.

The problem is that today is the wedding day of the only sibling pack of Yoga. And from what I have heard from Pak Yoga, from what has been told to me. Her sister was very affectionate Pak Yoga, they both took care of and protected each other. Always try to always have every moment of their most important, in their likes or sorrows.

Although Pak Yoga looks ordinary and seems indifferent, but I can feel that in fact he is very sad to have made Joseph disappointed by not being able to accompany him on Yoseph's happy day. I'm sure the same thing was felt by Yoseph, the older brother of Yoga. He must have felt lost this time as well. I came to think that if I were not present in the life of Pak Yoga, if I had not met the mother of Pak Yoga before the wedding day happened, everything would not be like this.

But for what I was wondering like that, it all happened. I can't do anything about it. I can't force Pak Yoga to come there, he's done that far for me. There's no way I'm making what he's doing feel useless to him.

The day has begun at night, and Pak Yoga has just finished bathing. He had bought a shirt and pants at a store near the hospital. I told him to take a shower at his house and rest, but he refused. He said he didn't want to leave me for long.

"I'll tell your parents about our relationship!" he said suddenly after sitting next to me again, after coming out of the bathroom.

I was stunned, dad even forbade me from being close to a male friend. Just promise if you want to take me out or treat me to a meal usually if you are not there and work out of town. This Pak Yoga wants to say that I'm going out with him to dad.

"Don't, brother, my father forbid me to date until I graduate!" I said as soon as I woke up.

Pak Yoga tightly grasped my hand and looked at me gently.

"Our relationship is already serious Rasti, Tirta already knows..."

Before Pak Yoga could finish his words, I immediately pulled my hand and shook my head quickly. Mr. Yoga won't understand, but my father was terrible when he got angry.

"Tirta won't tell dad, she must be keeping this a secret. I'll also tell auntie not to tell dad anything about what happened yesterday. Sis Yoga, please don't do that, my father can be so mad at me!" my door after explaining at length to Pak Yoga.

Pak Yoga fell silent, he looked disappointed with what I said. But I also do not want to make this problem worse, not to mention that my father until he knows what his mother said and did Pak Yoga to me. He'll be very angry at the Yoga family, not just that. Pak Yoga will definitely also be the target of father's anger.

"But Rasti, one year is very long. We won't know what's gonna happen next. It would be better if we were honest with both your parents and...!"

I knew it would be free to just talk, I immediately grabbed one of the hands of the Yoga pack and held it tightly.

"I beg you, sister Yoga does not know my father. If he's mad at you then our relationship could even be...!" I stopped saying this because I didn't want to say that word either.

Maybe before hearing the story from Tirta last night, I can still defend the Yoga pack in front of my father if my father does not approve of my relationship with Pak Yoga. I will dispute my father and fight for my love with Pak Yoga. As usual.

But after hearing Tirta's story about how my father fought for my life, even risked so much to get my custody. From then on I promised myself that I would never again oppose anything my father said from this moment forward.

Kak Yoga did not immediately reply, he was silent for a moment. But then he smiled. Pak Yoga rubbed my head gently with his other hand which I did not hold.

"All right, I'll obey your wishes. But if there's ever a situation where I have to reveal our relationship, then you won't be angry right?" ask her.

I was initially happy because he agreed to the backstreet from my father, after hearing the last word of his sentence, I was a little confused. But for now I think I can only agree, so as not to prolong this matter. I nodded quickly, and smiled.

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The sound of the door opening, made me and Pak Yoga look at the door at the same time.

"Type!" hello Yoga sir who did not also let go of my hand.

Tirta immediately nodded back to the greeting of Pak Yoga, then she walked quickly towards us. I saw him bring a bushel of food.

"Rasti, how are you?" he asked while rubbing my arm.

I nodded and smiled.

"It's better, brother!" answered me and he immediately smiled as I greeted him with the word 'sister'.

"Oh yes Pak Yoga, here I bring food. Auntie cooked this for us. Let's have dinner first!" said Tirta so polite on Pak Yoga.

Seeing this scene, I began to believe that Tirta and Pak Yoga were indeed fine, they did not quarrel and had resolved the misunderstanding between them.

Pak Yoga and Tirta ate together, I had dinner with the hospital meal earlier because I had to take medicine. I simply accompanied and observed them from my patient bed.

I see them talking occasionally. While eating voraciously, occasionally they also chuckled. I'm glad Tirta and Pak Yoga's relationship is so good.

A few minutes later, they finished dinner. Tirta tidied up her equipment and was assisted by Pak Yoga. They are like brothers and sisters. It feels so happy and peaceful to see them get along like that, hopefully not just for now. But also in the future it can continue like this.

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