I Love You, My Student

I Love You, My Student
Episode 1 - Ilym [late coming]



[My first novel. Sorry if it is still a mess and sorry; is in the revision stage, there are several parts that have changed]


Warning;


age difference love


the Family issue


the Lots of flashbacks


The main character;


jung Jaehyun as Bayu Aji Bagaskara


jeon somi as Grizelle Jovanka


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Bayu Aji Bagaskara, no one does not recognize him if his name is mentioned; a talented young new businessman with a myriad of achievements in it. The only son of Raisha & Theo Bagaskara, he became the youngest businessman at the age of 25.


Many awards he got. Among them is; being the only entrepreneur who won the title of CEO of the year every year. And true, not only served as an entrepreneur, but also the CEO and owner of his own company.


Getting a hard upbringing from his parents since childhood, Bayu has been accustomed to running anything by himself without the help of anyone.


He also does not like his job in the camp by anyone including his job as a teacher at an elite school in Jakarta, his own family.


There is no specific reason about the job, Bayu just said that it was just a diversion of his boredom.


If young people his age prefer to go to clubs or just spend money to travel the world, Bayu is more happy to busy himself with work. That's why not a few entrepreneurs are amazed and want to match their daughters with him.


But what can they expect from a cold man like Bayu Aji Bagaskara about love when his parents want a companion for him?


"String me up again? Didn't you guys agree not to interfere in anything including my own soul mate?!"


"There is no objection! Papa set it up before you were born"


"Cancel it. I'm not interested"


"Papa did not accept rejection this time"


There was a spoon dings after Theo finished his sentence. Without saying anything, Bayu took the bag and left without finishing his breakfast.


The matchmaking?


Is there no discussion other than matchmaking that makes him sick?


Hmh!


Very narrow thinking of his parents. After all, why rush when Bayu still want to enjoy his youth to work before building a family.


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The initially noisy class was silent. No one dared to let out his voice when the school owner's son came with his cold and flat face.


"Save your textbooks. Today we repeat!"


There was no protest or protest from his students. Books, novels or originally lying on the table have gone into each bag with nothing left; leave a pen and writing utensils alone.


After making sure that there were no books on the table, Bayu called the class president to hand out his paper.


"Mark. Please share!"


The student named Mark stood up. Walk towards Bayu and take 31 pieces of math problem to share with his friends.


"Then you get to rest. Do it properly and thoroughly and no one is cheating on each other! Understand?!"


"Pa-"


BRACKET!


"Pardon me, I'm late!"


Goddamnit!


Something made the day chaotic.


"Didn't you have the courtesy to just walk in without knocking on the door first?!"


The cold voice of the man who was now standing right in front of him made his mind faint. The girl looked up so that their pair of eyes met for a split second before Bayu decided on it first.


"Name?"


"G-grizelle Jov-vanka, sir!"


"After the repetition is completed to my room immediately!"


"S-ready, sir!"


Bayu smiled thinly while taking a marker to write a replay today while some of his students squealed with anxiety because they realized the teacher was smiling.


After writing a question, Bayu returned to his desk, opened his laptop to see some reports in his email.


Damnit damnit!


Bayu cursed in his heart as his focus was sidetracked on the girl who was smiling towards him.


What happened to his heart? Why so noisy?


What kind of situation is this?


Not usually just because a high school girl has her heart overreacted like this? What is this feeling exactly?


Does he have a history of mild heart attack? Nah! That's not possible. But for the sake of health, after teaching Bayu will stop by the hospital to check his health.


Class 12 A is included in the superior class at this school. They are selected students. It can be seen when Bayu went around during the replay, there were no complaints whatsoever.


"Sir"


Bayu turned his head when the girl who had made his heart beat excessively was standing up and walked up to him.


"I'm done" he said.


The girl gave a paper with a math answer today, making the cold-faced teacher squint when she checked the answer.


"Your answer is all right"


The girl; Grizelle was smiling happily.


"Really?"


"Yes. You can wait here. But don't bother your unfinished friend"


"Ready!"


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Finally after 3 hours passed they could solve the problem properly even though the answers in the paper were spilling everywhere.


Although included in the class of excellent achievers, for them this is the craziest mathematical repetition that eats the answer paper of two folio papers.


"Buckoo! What a great day this beautiful Monday. My hands are almost out and my brain is smoking!"


"Crazy, Mr. Bayu! Love about not about! Good thing baby"


"Basic!"


Grizelle laughed at the complaints from her classmates. To be honest he was also a little surprised because this was the first time he had followed such a repeat.


"Why are you late, Grizelle?!"


Grizelle closed the novel she was reading. He looked at the tall girl sitting next to him who was lazy.


"It's because of you, Megan!"


Grizelle's answer made the girl named Megan glare.


"The title of the Korean drama you recommended yesterday that made me late!"


What's?!


So the reason the girl was late for that class was because of the Korean drama marathon recommended by her? Not stuck like the reason given to his teacher earlier?


"Awas ah! I'm going to Bayu's room first!"


"But-"


The one-word protest Megan lay cut off by the sound of a break bell that rang out loud all over the school, Grizelle chose to hurriedly stand up to meet the teacher who told her to go to her room.


Seeing all the students scattering out of the classroom towards the cafeteria, Grizelle sent Megan a message before entering the room with a white-painted door in front of her.


[Message me food as usual]


Megan ^^^^


^^^[Ok]^^


After getting the reply, Grizelle started knocking on the door in front of her and the girl came in after the owner told her to. Quite amazed to see the teacher's room that has a minimalist concept.


But, why isn't there another teacher's desk here?


Why is there only one table?


And this doesn't look like a teacher's room in general.


"You gonna stand still?"


His body slightly snapped as the baritone's voice spread its reverie.


"sorry"


Bayu shook his head slowly, slightly comforted with a surprised face that he found attractive.


"Why are you late?"


The question made Grizelle nervous. She lowered her head, playing the tip of her skirt while looking for an excuse that might save her from punishment.


"M-jacket sir"


A lie!


There was no way he would have to say that the real reason he was late was because of watching a Korean drama until three in the morning. It could be that the handsome teacher who was watching him would scold him all out.


Or worse, the teacher would have him clean the entire school toilet.


Don't make!


Hearing the answer made Bayu laugh, so that the two dimples on his cheeks appeared sweetly. Grizelle glared, not expecting that such a cold face had such deep dimples.


Very handsome, his mind screamed in anxiety. If possible, Grizelle would love to stab the dimple with her finger.


"Is there any other reason I can believe?"


Grizelle shook her head in fear when the face that had looked sweet had now turned cold again.


"No sir, I was hit by a traffic jam earlier"


Although Bayu did not believe it because it was stale enough for that reason, he still nodded in understanding.


"okay! because you're a new student, right?"


Grizelle nodded.


"I'll excuse him for just this once"


Mercifully.


"But,"


What's nih?


"if you repeat it again, I will not hesitate to tell you to run around the ball field behind there as many as ten rounds without stopping"


DEG


So tega!


"And for the current punishment


What's?! He said he understood, protesting the girl inwardly.


- write your phone number first because later I will send some questions as his sentencing duty"


It's same!


Grizelle immediately snatched the ballpoint pen that Bayu gave her, wrote down her phone number correctly and then checked it again fearing that she had mis-written the numbers.


"Already sir"


Bayu nodded after seeing that the paper had written his number, then took the phone to put the number in his contact list.


"You can come out now, pity your stomach sounds straight"


Grizelle looked down embarrassed, her white cheeks were already filled with a red hue, making Bayu a little fascinated to see her.


Goddamnit!


Why heart?


Why come back messy like that?


This is not true, Bayu should check it out!


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The sound of someone filling the room, made the owner massage the base of his nose dizzy. Not only the dizziness felt, in fact the man also felt his ears turn stuffy because from earlier the woman did not stop nagging him.


"If this is how we proceed with the plan, mas Theo!"


The man called mas Theo was just silent, making a sound was useless because surely every word he said would be heard wrong by the ears of the woman who had the title of his wife.


Raisha is the wife of the most successful property entrepreneur - Theo Bagaskara.


"You shouldn't be in such a hurry this morning, now he's getting angry right?!" coined.


"Mas just reminds her, baby"


Theo defended himself after a few minutes of silence. He was not in a hurry, just in case, afraid that his son had a lover.


"For what?"


"As I said before, so she doesn't date anyone"


"But-"


"Yes already? Just relax, don't think about it too much. The kid would've agreed to it"


Did ya?


This morning his only son looked very angry.


Is possible?


"Trust me" he added.


Raisha looked up, looked at her husband before finally nodding.


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