MY ICE TEACHER
THE GIBRAN SIR

A handsome teacher who always comes home at the back and always waits for someone to pass the parking lot to wait for a little girl to come home and monitor from a distance.

As he was coolly waiting, he saw a male disciple coming from the direction where the usual members of Dinda came out, his usual Jam as this member of Dinda was already seen, but now it has not appeared as well, too, without a second thought the teacher got out of the car to make Dinda okay, because from the school rumors and stories of people in the cafeteria, Dinda offended the general champion at her school.

Just yesterday the gift box and the letter that Dinda threw away was taken by the handsome teacher, instead of wanting the letter and the gift, more precisely he kepo with the contents, the contents of his, why did Dinda throw it...

When the teacher wanted to catch up with the new Dinda gang was seen from a distance and looked fine, then the teacher returned to his car

As if it were okay...

Din invitation we have already picked up first yes" said they passed and went home with their respective cars, today the invitation like his has not come, the atmosphere looks lonely, then Dinda opened her Hp and, uh, her, but there is a message from the mother will soon arrive at Dinda's school, Dinda must wait first

As Dinda was waiting for a handsome teacher to approach Dinda.

"You haven't come home yet, you want to be with your father" asked Mr. Gibran to Dinda, who was sitting alone...

"Wait a minute, sir" an invitation, again on the road, replied Dinda..

"Ohhhh" said Mr. Gibran briefly, but still standing next to Dinda...

At this time not without reason he went down and stood next to Dinda, but the handsome teacher saw Aldo pacing indistinctly around the parking lot, maybe he thought No one saw his whereabouts, but Mr. Gibran realized it.

"Why are you standing here, aren't you coming home??" ask Dinda who is strange with the attitude of Mr. Gibran...

"Still waiting for people too, if in the car he is afraid he will not see it later, if outside the gini right, can quickly recognize the father" said the teacher lying...

"Ohhhh.."Speak Dinda briefly

"You had a fight with a student at school..???" Ask Mr. Gibran looking for a topic of conversation

"Sir, why.?" tanya Dinda turned her head towards the teacher who was standing beside Dinda at this moment

"But I heard you had a problem with a basketball boy.??" ask the teacher to clarify what the question means.

"Ohhhh, do not look for the problem of the sir, because he's a smart ass to want to nearinn Dinda, Dinda does not like it, yaudah Dinda refused raw when in the cafeteria" dinda replied even to that with Mr. Gibran...

"Emang you can not be close to the same guy your parents..?" ask the teacher...

"Free ma parents Dinda sir, Dinda just not like if there are people too PeDe deketin Dinda, so ilfil see her..

"Ohhh that, it is good if it is not easy to welcome people, because we do not know the heart of the person." said Mr. Gibran..

"Why so sir" asked Dinda back.

"Yes if while still in school, the problem of feeling is still very vulnerable and can not be said seriously, better concentrate on the lessons and solve it, because education is important" mr. Gibran advised Dinda...

"Dinda does not like guys who are still in school sir, Dinda likes her Mature guy who has died, which is definitely the purpose of his life" replied Dinda passed because the invitation has come.

"Pak Gibran smiled broadly at Dinda's choice, and made the teacher's serious stiff face turn red, then entered his car..

"Bad girl, dare you talk that way in front of me, Fear of her I salsh means right and can not be controlled right" murmured the teacher who ambiguous the purpose of his speech...

Dinda got into the car and approached her mother, and went straight home..

At the house of Dinda.....

"Now I said that in front of Mr. Gibran, he wouldn't think I liked him either (even if that's the fact) But I'm sure he wouldn't have thought that, he is you and my emotions, often angry not clear with Dinda" muttered Dinda when she was in the room and changed the school uniform with a change of clothes.

A.na.na..na...A..!!!" An indistinct chant of Dinda descending from the room into the dining room, and the sea was waiting.

"Mama's son again kasmaran ya," Tempta the mother when she heard Dinda singing indistinctly menutuni stairs..

"Mama can, do not just want to sing" replied Dinda immediately Sit down and take some food that he entered his plate, quite a lot and a variety.

"Eating a lot of children" said the mother looking at Dinda who began to grow up.

"Yes ma, Dinda must have eaten a lot" replied Dinda..

" ma, papa didn't eat at home this afternoon" asked Dinda again.

"Son, your papa today there is a big project and must be taken care of by your papa directly, let's be sure the project and there are no deviant gaps" answered the mother while eating and peeling the shrimp for the child.

The atmosphere of Dinda lunch is quite happy right, but considering the incident at school, about Aldi who is not happy with rejection, making Dinda a bit wary.

At the home of the teacher.

now Mr. Gibran is fully home to the old house close to Dinda's house, his intentions, trying to want to recall the memories that have been lost, and the togetherness of him with Dinda.

Just because of that, a Pak Gibran out of his room to the terrace of the room that also existed since long ago, but never used it, because he did stay in the house for a long time, and the accident happened that made him in care abroad and returned to the luxurious house owned by his parents...

Dinda also some days rarely open the window or just go out to the terrace of the house, and do not know that the teacher is now more active in the house close to her...

In the past Dinda who always wanted to know about the teacher, now Dinda did not care too much because she considered the teacher was not too friendly to her and felt like someone else who was not known.

At Mr. Gibran's house....

Now Di is more active and wants to get closer and find out more about Dinda. Wlau in a different way and with a stiff look without that smile.....

"I really want to remember, said the teacher staring at the terrace of Dinda's house that was not opened by the owner of the room.........

"Triringgg..." Dinda's HP shook and rang, one call came in without that name.

Dinda did not care and was not curious about the nameless call because it had often been people prank Dinda with new numbers, like her example friends Dinda.

But the phone was quite disturbing, because it always rang a few minutes away, so Dinda had to force to pick up the phone..

"Hallo Dinda" said the voice, sounding familiar in Dinda's ears

"What do you want, quickly say before turning off this phone" said Dinda Jutek.

"There is no need for anything, just miss the same you" said suaea who changed her call to you, with the style of a familiar snob from the man...

"You don't wonder where I got your number from, I had to ask you to come here and there just this phone number" he said, making Dinda close the phone immediately quite rudely.

Basic men have lost veins of shame, have been refused still looking for me" said Dinda angry and immediately went into the room.

The wind was blowing quite gently out there, making Dinda interested to go out of the room, and now she immediately intends to sit on the terrace of her room while drawing a gust of wind during the day.....

Dinda opened the room door to the terrace and did not close the door again, so that the wind entered Dinda's room with Ac on the dead right by Dinda...

"uhhhh" dinda stretched her whole hand and leg, to the point that she looked like a rubber man...

Dinds did not realize in the slightest, there was currently a person staring at her intent from the porch of her mikikik house as well, He was staring at Dinda who was not aware of her presence at all, on the terrace of the house Dinda and the adult man was quite close, if the shout would sound very clear..

But since Dinda is completely unaware of the existence of others around her, she acts as she pleases, kissing her armpits and right, flashing pencak silat style, and, and learn to kiss even if only practice through the wind...

Sometimes Dinda manari-nari and learned to smile gracefully, When Dinda smiled with her Crazy behavior, Dinda accidentally stared at the room which is also located on the second floor, which is also located, Dinda did not know if on the second floor there was a room, but when she turned to look there, Dinda realized there was someone who was also sitting outside the house

Dinda who did not know that the teacher had fully returned there, felt that the person he saw was just a hallucination of Dinda..

But it turns out that the person did not go away and was still there staring at Dinda...

"Wait, it's really there's people" asked Dinda to herself..

"Haahh.be.be.be is really a person, and that person is Mr. Gibran" said Dinda slowly and began to realize what he was doing from earlier.

"Taoi he just came, right,?? impossible from earlier, right..!?? I had not seen it" said Dinda who was embarrassed by the ridiculous attitude she had done earlier, to avoid the new teacher coming, but Dinda did not watch out to the atlrah there just busy with her stupid tingksh...

"Ahhhhhhh" Dinda's great-grandson ran into the room and locked her up, then peeked at the teacher from inside....

Suddenly Dinda saw Mr. Gibran laughing, and really laughing off, which must have been because of Dinda's ridiculous act, not his ilfil, but in the eyes of Mr. Gibran is very funny..

Mr. Gibran laughed and then he also went into his room

"Jeeznnn Dinda, whatever you did earlier, really hammering right, fell all the self-esteem that I have been guarding all this time" said Dinda as she slowly hit her head repeatedly.

Dinda went into his thick blanket and thrashed, wanting to rid himself of that shame...

"Ahhhkkkggg" cried Dinda in the blanket, Dinda tidsk oernah feel embarrassed to the crown, This time really hammering right..

The teacher went into his room with a state of laughter until the teacher's stomach felt pain...

"What a silly child" said the teacher sitting in the hall.

time has pointed at night, but Dinda is still beta in the blanket, and now she is asleep, because dizzy thinking about the fallen self-esteem.

Until the morning Dinda woke up with a pillow face to the bathroom...

half an hour passed now Dinda came down from his room with a face that was not excited, as it is not, today there must be a clock Pak Gibran, sir, and that's what Dinda didn't want to meet the most, but she couldn't have taken a school break just because of her stupid yesterday...

But Dinda's great shame, made Dinda really want to sink herself to the bottom of the sea so as not to be seen by her teacher today...

What should I do" his murmur was more frowning and also like wanting to cry considering his ridiculous behavior which was witnessed directly by the adult man Dinda liked and also the teacher who every day entered Dinda's classroom...

"What's wrong, son, if there is a heavy problem, can tell the same story mom father" said Dinda's father who saw his daughter's face was quite uninspired today, he said, it's like having a big, unsolved problem..

"It's okay well" replied Dinda in her lethargy.

"Are you sick, son, if you have a sick school holiday, then kit to the doctor" continued the mother who also from earlier cautioned the attitude of the princess just her wayang that is not spirit, not spirit, since coming down...

Dinda did not answer, and immediately the oamit left, seeing that, the mother followed and drove Dinda to school this morning.

In the car was full of silence and there was no conversation as usual, there was only a frowny face and a tangled Dinda, which made the mother quite confused with her daughter...