The charm of the Teacher Mother
Provisional

The Rangga Family Mansion

Early in the morning Rangga had woken up from his sleep. As usual, he would immediately take a shower and prepare himself. Usually Rangga will bathe, brush teeth, wear a deodorant, choose a jacket to be used today, styling hair, spraying perfume, and ready.

However, unlike the usual days, today Rangga wants to bring something to his school. Supposedly with Rangga who woke up faster from sleep, it was prepared.

With quick steps, Rangga descended from the second floor where his room was located. The three-story building has a land area almost like half a football field, with a house area that is only half of the yard area. Making Rangga itself is not necessarily willing to set foot in every corner of the space that is there. Rangga went to the dining room because his father and mother must have been waiting there too.

“Good morning, Son. Tumben early ...,” greet Miranda Sari, mother of Rangga. The woman herself looks beautiful and is ready to go. Even with Rangga's father who looks no less stylish. So, Rangga's style of dress that is always cool every day is not separated from the influence of both parents.

“Iya, Mum.” Rangga smiled at his mother. Then, his gaze turned to the aunt behind his mother. “Rangga wants to ask Bik Suci to prepare food for Rangga bring. Can, Bik?” asked Rangga to the Holy Monk who had been there since.

“Already, Son? Not wrong?” miranda asked confusedly. This is a rare thing. Rangga had never asked for supplies before. Usually Rangga will eat in the school cafeteria, because the standards in the school cafeteria are good enough for him.

“Can't you, Bu?” Rangga was already sitting on one of the empty dining chairs.

“I mean your mom isn't, Ga. You just startled your mother. The last time you asked for that was in Junior High. You remember not?” ask Riduan Okto.

The young man is very similar to a senior actor named Ari Wibowo. His good looks are timeless. Make him bequeath the same good looks to his only son, Rangga Febrian Putra.

“Yes, Well, you must be confused because of this sudden. Rangga just wanted to ...,” said Rangga who refused to continue the chat.

Actually, there was something Rangga wanted to say to the father. Just not in front of his mother. If her mother finds out, Miranda will be angry. Rangga wanted to ask about the figure of a new teacher who entered his school. Why not on demand, which is sexy? Didn't the father promise, as a prize for his victory in the Olympics yesterday will obey this desire?

“Ya. Please make it yes, Bi ..” Miranda told the Holy Monk who was still waiting for orders.

Rangga picked up an empty plate and began to scavenge his favorite fried rice. As usual, he will eat enough and drink a glass of milk as a complement.

“Ga, what about your new teacher at school? Can she blend in with you guys well?” miranda asked with a smile.

Hearing that, Rangga knew that his mother was the one who decided who would be in place of his old homeroom. As the chairman of the school committee, Rangga's father was more obedient to the wife who was a director of a convection company.

“Ah ... so Mommy chose it? Pretty, Mom .. but she's too young. The girls in my class are less like him,” explained Rangga based on reality.

“Is that? Isn't she not beautiful and sexy? Why should they feel dislike?” ask Miranda who has a chin on the table. It was like waiting for the answer from the two men who were currently sitting at one table with him.

Both Rangga and Riduan knew that Miranda was insinuating the two of them. Therefore, both of them chose to be quiet and talk as necessary.

“Of course they will feel rivaled with every new woman who joins us. They want a male teacher, Ms. ..” said Rangga honestly.

“Oh .. let it go. I'm pretty sure that Melinda will unplug herself if later unable to face the girls in your class.” Miranda doesn't care that much.

Rangga just nodded while feeding rice into his mouth again.

After almost half an hour of breakfast together, Rangga prepared to go to school. As Rangga remembered, his father would go out of town again today. Rangga really does not care about it, but somehow he felt that the father so often went out of town in recent months.

From the rearview mirror of his car, Rangga saw his father peek at his mother's cheek before entering the car. Rangga smiled. For him, the happiness of the two people, was the most important thing. As one

son, Rangga just expects it to last forever ….