My Beautiful Teacher
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After returning Rafael's position to his original place, Atun immediately ran down the stairs. Arriving outside, he approached the sleepy Daman at the guard post.

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Atun knocked on the window glass, making Diman immediately blink both eyes. For a moment, he stared dumbly at Atun who was standing behind the window of the guard post. After seeing the anxiety on Atun's face, Diman then opened the gate of the guard post.

"Aeh, why are you out of the house at night, Tun?" ask Diman, astonished.

"Den Rafa came home, Man," Atun replied, with a quivering voice.

Diman rubbed both his eyes. He looked around to find Rafael's whereabouts.

"Seriously? Where's the Rafa, Tun? Why don't I see anyone here but us." Diman asked back.

"Den Rafa's home, man. It looked like he had entered through the back door, but now he had fainted in front of the door of his room. Please help me to lift him up in bed" Atun said.

"Fainting? How could it be, Tun?" tukas Diman while swinging his steps to enter the house.

"Come, Man. But a kiss of the smell of alcohol from his mouth" Atun replied, following Diman.

"Astagfireullah! Den Rafa's drunk, Tun? Come on!"

Diman hastened his pace. Likewise with Atun who had to run around small to balance his steps with Diman's wide steps.

Arriving home, Diman immediately ran up the stairs. He was very surprised to see his master's son lying unconscious right in front of the entrance of his room.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim! Why is it like this, Den?" muttered Diman while squatting.

Quickly, Diman lifted up Rafael's weak body and brought him into the room. After that, Diman laid Raphael on the bed.

"Please take care of him for a minute, man. I'll bring a washcloth and warm water first" Pinta Atun.

Diman nodded. Atun then went to the kitchen to pick up the equipment in question. Not long after, Atun returned to Rafael's room.

The devil moved from the edge of the bed. After that, it was Atun's turn to sit there. Patently, Atun wiped the dull-looking face of Rafael.

Atun stared at Rafael's appearance.

Really, the appearance of Rafael at the moment, has changed very much. The punk style of clothing, dyed hair, pierced nose, earrings, torn jeans, and a leather jacket bearing the Dark Eagle, made Rafael look like a badboy. Atun could only sigh at the new appearance of his foster child.

"Why is it like this, Den?" lamenting Atun while wiping the arms of Rafael who had changed color to jet black.

"Patience, Tun," said Diman, touching the soft shoulder of his best friend.

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A few minutes later, a well-dressed, dapper man came up to the woman. The man let out his breath violently when he saw the food presented at the dining table.

"Is it salty again?" said.

"Yes, Mas. This is all you can buy. Just be grateful, there are still people out there who can not enjoy breakfast every day," said the woman.

"Huh, I said a bit, you sucked a foot," the man snorted even more annoyed.

The woman named Larasati, just smiled faintly. She grabbed her husband's hand and asked him to sit down.

"Sorry Mas Agam, Laras does not mean to deny and offend Mas Agam. Laras just want to remind Mas Agam only, so that we must be a lot of gratitude, no matter how small sustenance we get today. Ha– barrel"

"Start, talk again. Yes, yes, Ras. I'm not your protege that you should talk to every day. I'm tired of hearing that tausiah-that's mulu," Agam cut.

The barracati took a deep breath. She did not want to prolong the problem with her husband any more.

"Sorry, Mas. The barrel has not been paid, so this is the only one that can be served. If you like it, please eat. If you don't like it, leave it!" larasati. There was a disappointed tone in his words that were quite firm.

"Huh, it's always the salary that's the reason," grumbled Agam.

Larasati breathed a heavy sigh as her husband sneered at her. A second later, she pulled up a chair and sat down next to her husband. Larasati held her husband's hand.

"Please be patient, Mom. It's only the middle of the month, it's not payday yet" Larasati said, trying to provide the smoothest possible reason.

"Have, excuses!" grunts Agam, the more annoyed he looks.

"Sorry, Mas. The job of earning a living, that's the job of the husband. The Baras position is just helping. If Mas want to eat good, yes Mas looking for work dong! Don't just ngandelin Laras doang!"

The larasati started to get a little emotional. It has been a year more they married, but her husband is still reluctant to find a job, so it should be Larasati who became the backbone in his household. He works as an honorary teacher in a private Mts.

"I told you that I don't understand the climate of work in your village. I'm a city guy, Ras. Where can grow crops like most people in your village," said Agam.

"But you don't have to be a farmer either, Mas. Being a cake trader, a cake building worker, any job, as long as it's lawful, I'll never complain about how much it pays, which is important Mas works and is responsible as a family head," larasati Reply.

"I have no trade talent, and I am not willing to be a construction worker. It's good, people do not even school can be a building porters, it continues, want to be accompanied by my bachelor's degree if only as a construction worker. Ck, shitty!" Agam clucked in annoyance. Both of his eyes turned red from feeling insulted by his wife's words.

"Mas always have plenty of reasons not to look for work. Well, don't protest much then. Just enjoy the existing, thankfully your wife who is only a graduate of D3 can still earn," growled Larasati while moving from the chair. Larasati's appetite instantly disappeared seeing the selfishness of her husband.

It's always like this. The woman should always succumb to the nature of her husband who is really stubborn. Whenever she asked her husband to work, the reason was always the same. The climate of work in the village where they live is not at all compatible with Agam who was born and raised in the capital.

Ish, Mas .. how many years do you have to adapt to this village environment?

Upset at not being able to vent all the disappointment towards her husband, Larasati then flushed her body with cold mountain water. Hopefully, cold water that seeps into the pores of the head, can maintain the level of sanity due to the actions of the husband.