I'm with you, Mr. Teacher

The Nestcology Land of Gastronomy

Teak is neat, pacing nervously on the porch of his house. If it were not Sandalwood, he would not want to involve himself in this madness. Hearing the girl pleading over the phone, Jati had absolutely no heart to refuse. Soon Sandalwood will come to pick him up, and Jati still continues to weigh, really will do it or not.

Jati's pacing steps came to a halt, as a car pulled up in front of her house. Not the sky blue sedan he was waiting for, but rather the Kenanga car. As he got down from the car, the girl immediately frowned at the appearance of Teak.

"Mighty cow. Where are you going?" ask Kenanga upon arrival in front of Jati. At first glance he scanned the appearance of Teak. The white shirt wrapped in black blazer is matched with slim fit black jeans, making the look of the guy even more charming.

"Mm.m ...."

The appearance of the sky blue sedan that had just stopped behind Kenanga's car, made Jati urung explain. Actually, he doesn't know what to answer. He can't possibly be frank about his plans tonight.

Both are compact. Sandalwood emerged from behind the steering door with a successful appearance making Jati gawk. She was wearing a white mini dress with a little silver detail on her chest. The shape of his legs is getting higher thanks to five centi high heels that complement his appearance. Her hair was deliberately styled as simply as possible, just shaved.

Sandalwood makeup is standard, but this is the first time Teak saw his thin lips coated with peach-colored lipstick. For a second Jati forgot Kenanga's whereabouts, busy dealing with the strange shakes on her chest.

Kenanga looked on dislike towards Cendana. Who, the hell, this chick? The grunt in the heart.

Seeing that Teak was not alone, Sandalwood was suddenly awkward. Moreover, he can greatly interpret the meaning of the gaze of the girl with him.

The two shook hands briefly after Jati introduced.

"Yeah, sorry, yeah, I'm the same Sandalwood wants to go out for a while." Understand, the condition is complicated. That's why he spoke very carefully.

"I mean, I was expelled?" ketus Kenanga's.

"Not ...."

Without needing to hear Jati's rebuttal, Kenanga darted off her footing.

"If you want to pursue to clear first, it's okay, really, sir," bargained Sandalwood because he saw Jati took a few steps forward and tried to reach the girl's hand. This kind of situation need not happen if there is nothing between them. At a minimum between the two, there was a feeling that was waiting for a reply. Thus the conclusion that can be seen by Sandalwood, which then caused a strange reaction in his chest. She is 100% jealous. Sandalwood simply refused to admit it.

"No need. It's okay, it's nothing." Teak back to the side of Sandalwood. "We're leaving now?" ask to divert the mood.

Sandalwood just nodded. Actually the sentence to ask who the girl was, was already hanging at the end of her tongue. But in a hurry he swallowed back. Given his status with Teak that was without clarity, he did not want to be impressed too curious.

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Kenanga drives her car at high speed. He realized that his attitude was childish. But, seeing the appearance of Teak and the girl was very compact, he failed to hold back. According to him, they would definitely candle light dinner somewhere. Imagining it made Kenanga's tears melt slowly. Kenanga obviously did not accept, the girl so quickly reaped the attention of Jati, compared to her who had struggled for years.

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It had been about ten minutes of Sukma waiting in the Nestcology Land of Gastronomy. Resto located on Jalan Tamboran No. 5A is perfect for dining while enjoying the landscape of Semarang City. But that is not the main purpose of the emergence of Sukma in this large glass-walled place, solely for work.

He chose one of the tables in the terrace area, according to his agreement with prospective clients on the phone earlier. In a jittery band that began to creep, he repeatedly observed the movement of the clockwork on his left wrist. If the offer was not tempting, he would not leave his work still piled up and be left waiting like this.

Sukma pulled out his phone, intending to contact his prospective client. Honey, can't connect. Sukma rose from his seat grumbling inwardly after deciding to cancel this meeting. However, his movements came to a halt after seeing a man in formal suit walking towards him.

Noticing the occupant of the table he was referring to, the man frowned. Both of them looked in wonder.

"Why is this here?" todong Sukma after the man arrived in front of him.

"Why are you here?" The man named Hajir asked.

"Papa too."

"At this table?"

The two glanced at the tent card bearing the number 39 in the middle of the table. The couple felt strange.

"Is there no other way we can get together like this than by lying?" said a girl while walking towards them.

"Saddana?" the two compactly turned their heads and called out the name of their firstborn almost simultaneously.

"It turns out Papa-Mama's top priority is still the same. If Dana asked Papa-Mama to come here, it must be a mountain." Sandalwood looks relaxed. He pulled out one of the chairs and sat comfortably as if nothing had happened. He looked at his mother in turn.

The confused teak must do, choose to sit beside Cendana. Only occasionally he glanced at the husband-isrti couple who were putting on a look of dislike.

Hajir and Sukma believe that this foreign man who came with their daughter was the one who pretended to offer cooperation over the phone, before they got caught up in this game.

"How are you, Pa, Ma? Not interested in keeping Dana here for a minute?"

Both of them were still standing, with gazes that started to emit anger.

"Someone knows, what's going on today?" Although it still looked relaxed, Sandalwood's voice began to tremble. She believes her parents no one cares about her birthday.

"What, anyway, want you? Papa doesn't understand, deh. Papa doesn't have time to mess around like this." Hajir rubbed his huff, then ruffled his waist.

Sukma chose silence while crossing. He understood that the situation was starting to get out of control.

"Papa would not understand, because Papa never tried to get to know us. Papa's like a stranger in our lives." Sandalwood was still in his seat, but his voice began to rise and his eyes were glazed over.

"Saddock!" Hajir glared, as if warning that his daughter was getting late. Hearing Cendana use "us" in his sentence, Hajir's anger nosedived. He did not like the late Cakka involved.

"Do you know how much Cakka wanted to be a musician? Papa knows, Cakka has a guitar that he always hides under the bed? Papa knows, if Cakka can already make his own song? Papa knows ...."

"ENOUGH!" hardik Hajir's. He lost control after the shadow of his youngest child filled his mind. The answers to Cendana's questions, solidified to form a sense of guilt that clenched his chest.

Now, almost all restaurant visitors turn their eyes to table number 39, watching the feud of a small family.

"Don't usually just corner Papa. Remember, Cakka died because of you!" Hajir's index finger pointed sharply towards Cendana.

"Pa, stop mistaking Dana. He's not guilty at all." Sukma. She did not like it the most when her husband brought up the things they had often discussed.

"Keep trying to save him." Hajir chose to lift his foot from that place.

"Ma ...." Sukma intended to catch up, but Jati more deftly grabbed his wrist.

"Please, Auntie, don't leave Sandalwood too," Jati pinta said as Sukma turned to her.

Although confused what he will talk about with Cendana in this already chaotic atmosphere, Sukma according. He slumped his body until he sat in a chair.

But then, even Sandalwood that darted from that place. Teak soon caught up with him. After slowly trying to make peace with the past, Papa's speech was back to condense guilt in Sandana.

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