Mr. Teacher, Love You
Lunch Together

Once the food is ready, my mother and aunt serve it at the dinner table. Various kinds of side dishes have been made by mother and aunt, I just look at it while eating french fries.

The problem is not that I don't want to help, I even helped out earlier, but when my mother told me to take and put the flour into the dough of the corn that had been sliced in the bowl, I even put rice flour in. I assume it's right, but it turns out when it's stirred like something's wrong. And when I showed it to mom, she said I should have put flour in.

But this was not angry, he smiled and said that this was his fault he should have more specific mention of wheat flour, not just mention flour.

And after that, my mom asked me to just sit and see what they were cooking while enjoying my favorite fries. Not potato chips, but potatoes that are cut into julian and fried to dry. Tastes great, especially when sprinkled with cheese powder on it, yummy.

After finishing serving food on the table, I said I would call my father and Tirta.

"So soon, I'll call you and Tirta first!" exclaim mom.

But I think again, father's room is downstairs on the first floor, and Tirta's room is upstairs on the second floor. I think you'd be very tired if you went back and forth.

"Mom, I'll call ya!" I said I took the initiative to help my mother.

Mom smiled and nodded her head, so she climbed the stairs to go up to the second floor and called Tirta for lunch together. While I walked into my father's room to call him too.

Tok tok tok tok

"Rasti's mother's father!" I said in front of my father's room.

"Lake Rasti!" father said from inside the room.

Chequelek

I immediately opened the door and saw the father who was taking out some documents from inside his bag.

"Dad what are you doing?" ask me while sitting on the edge of the bed on the other side my father is sitting.

"Daddy is checking some important documents, I've been a few days not checking the company's report, I hope all is well!" answer father explained.

"How's Grandma Sari doing?" ask my dad.

And dad put down the documents he read and looked at me with a serious look.

"Sari's grandmother has improved, son, she has gone home, and everything is fine. I'm glad that nothing bad happened to her, but Rasti! there's something that makes me happy, do you know that?" ask my father after explaining the circumstances of Grandma Sari, Rita's mother.

I shook my head slowly, because I did not know what made you happy.

Father put away all his documents and shifted his seat closer towards me, father grasped both my hands and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Dad is glad you've been kind to Rita's mother and also Tirta, do you know that what you're doing means so much to both of them!" said father with a face so sad.

I was still silent, I just realized that all this time I had really been very outrageous to Rita's mother and also Tirta. But I'm grateful I still have a chance to fix all that.

He hugged me, and rubbed my head slowly.

"Thank you son!" say it slowly.

***

We were all now at the dinner table, eating lunch together as well while chatting lightly. Dad told me about Grandma Sari's condition and also Tirta. Then the father asked about the tutoring teacher that Tirta had talked about earlier.

"Uhukk!" I got choked up when Dad asked me about my grades.

Rita's mother immediately approached me and gave me a drink, rubbing my back slowly.

"Rasti's pants, don't breathe air when you put food in your mouth!" said Rita's mother gave me advice.

When I saw my mother and father anxious, I saw Tirta smiling with an indistinct smile.

"How's Rasti? it's okay, isn't it?" ask the father who also looks worried and come closer to me.

"It's okay dad, thanks mom!" I said to calm them down and return to their seats again.

"Dad not to worry, Tirta believes that the teacher les Rasti is certainly able to change the Rasti whose report card value is always colorful into one color only!" tirta said with confidence.

"really? that great?" ask Tirta.

Why is it that when you ask like that, I even feel that you are insinuating me. I was silent for a while while looking at father and Tirta in turn, and sure enough before long they chuckled together.

"Huh, why on ngetawain anyway, just look at Rasti must have gone to class!" I answered trying not to be looked at lightly by Tirta and dad.

Tirta seemed to nod,

"Yes, believe me, you can definitely go to class, go up the school pager, you can just skip...!" tease Tirta again.

And my father laughed when Tirta said those words.

"Tirta, don't tease your sister again!" exclaimed mother defended me.

"Know Ma'am, Mr. Tirta. Look at the value of Rasti later there will be no more red!" I said confidently.

Why not, I have a teacher's girlfriend who is very smart and kind. He definitely won't teach me very well until my grades will be better.

Brother Tirta started to stop bothering me, when Rita's mother had already shown a serious look at her.

And the father like her also felt afraid of Rita's mother's sharp gaze, she also stopped laughing and began to shift the topic to something else.

I just found out that eating with Tirta and Rita's mom and my dad can feel so good like this. Before her I always avoided and did not want to mingle with the three people who were at the dining table with me.

After lunch, I went back to my room to study because tomorrow is the class exam. And when I checked my phone there were fifteen missed calls from Pak Yoga.

"Good God, this much!" I murmured surprised.

Immediately I contacted Pak Yoga, but several times the number was connected but not lifted.

I called again, and still the same, not picked up.

"Heh, why not get picked up? is he angry?" muttered.

***

Seriate...