Mr. Teacher, Love You
One Happy Bearer Word

When I arrived in front of the house, I saw Mr. Tirta stopping his bike in front of the gate. He got off his bike and came up to us quickly, he even waved his hand asking us to stop.

Pak Yoga immediately pulled the car over, then opened the window of his car.

"What's Tirta?" ask Pak Yoga curious. Actually it also represents my question which is also very curious about what is done by Brother Tirta.

Why does he like to stop us and not be able to continue our journey, even though he lives that close, not even two more houses.

"Dad and mom are home!" replied Tirta and I to widen my mouth in shock.

"So?" ask oak Yoga.

If he followed his will, then he would choose to hold my hand and enter the house and explain honestly to Rita's father and mother. But I wasn't ready for that.

"Sir Yoga please bring Rasti bag first yes, I will tell my father and mother to take Rasti for a walk and find breakfast outside!" obviously, brother Tirta.

I immediately nodded in agreement, but it seemed that Pak Yoga was still not satisfied with the idea of Tirta.

"So, should I go now?" ask Pak Yoga in a sad tone.

"Qc..!" brother Tirta clucked a little.

"Rasti, persuade your girlfriend. I'll open the gate!" said Mr. Tirta and left us.

"Sir Yoga please, I'm really not ready to publicize this relationship. Wait till I graduate!" pinta me with spoiled on Pak Yoga.

Pak Yoga sighed, but after that he nodded his head. He agreed, I was happy and quickly removed my seatbelt. When I held the car door handle, Pak Yoga pulled my arm and kissed my cheek.

"Student learning yes, you have to go to class. Have pity on your aged lover!" exclaiming Pak Yoga made me chuckle before leaving her.

Without forgetting to wave at him as usual on the Yoga pack, I immediately followed Tirta into the house.

I saw the Yoga pack's car had passed my house, and I could sigh in relief at last.

Tirta's brother is still parking his bike in the garage, and I first went inside the house. I remember Mr. Tirta saying that our reason was breakfast together and a weekend walk.

"Dad..!" call me to my father who is sitting on the living room sofa while sipping tea on his cup. My father did not drink coffee.

I ran up to my father, although we fought a lot but it was all my fault. And I've realized all that, from now on I'm going to be even better with Rita's father and mother.

I hugged my father who immediately stood up when I saw me.

"It's gonna miss you!" I said with teary eyes.

Dad hugged me tightly, and rubbed my head gently. Sometimes he kisses my head too.

"Dad misses too, where did you come from. Says your aunt and Tirta went out?" asked dad so enthusiastically.

I know you must be surprised and happy because he always wanted me to be close to brother Tirta, it's just that because my misunderstanding used to make me always reluctant to be close to my stepbrother who was actually very good at it.

"From outside look for breakfast!" say I lie.

"really? I'm so glad to hear it!" said father.

"Good morning Rasti!" greet Rita's mother who just came out from the kitchen.

My father slightly faded his smile, he must have been afraid I wouldn't answer Rita's mother's greeting. But it would have happened if it had been, but now I know that Rita's mother is actually a very good woman, and she's not who I thought she was. He never took my father away from my birth mother.

I ran up to Rita's mother and hugged her, I saw Rita's mother was so surprised she even pecked at her place. I think my dad is the same.

"Mom misses mom too!" I said slowly with my teary eyes.

I feel so guilty about Rita's mother, because I've been acting so badly on her all along. I never even called her Mom. He took care of me and looked after me like his own son.

A few seconds later, Rita's mother returned my embrace very tightly. I even heard him sobbing.

"Definitely baby, what did you call me, son?" asked Rita's mother between her cries.

I let go of my hug on Rita's mother, pulling my body slightly so I could look towards Rita's mother.

"Mother!" call him again with a smile.

Rita's mother who was still in tears immediately smiled very happy and brought me back to her arms.

"Mother is so happy Rasti, thank you!" she said that she even thanked me just because I called her mom.

All this time I've been really outrageous, I've made women as good as Rita's mother sad for years because of my insolent attitude towards her. But after I found out the true story of my past, I regretted it all, and I promise that from now on I will also love Rita's mother as much as I love my father.

Dad slowly approached us and stroked my head gently. He looks very happy.

"Dad, mother...!" exclaim Mr. Tirta who stinks into the house.

"Did I miss something?" ask her while smiling.

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It was the afternoon after I took a shower and changed clothes. I went down the stairs that connect between the first and second floors. I looked around and it was very quiet, but I heard something that had just gone into the hot oil frying from the kitchen.

I slowly moved my legs there. And I saw that my mother and aunt were busy cooking.

"Rasti, boy! since when are you standing there?" asked the mother who noticed my presence at the kitchen door.

"Just now, what are you cooking?" ask me while approaching mom and aunt.

"Mother cook your favorite french fries, you love French fries, right? oh yeah you want to have lunch with what side dishes?" ask mom while flipping through the potatoes that have gone into the hot oil.

She even knows what I like, I'm not sure that even my own mother would know the food I like, or maybe she's completely forgotten about me.

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