LDR Love High School

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Sinta

Sunday morning, the sun was shining. Sinta was still asleep in her sleep, after the dawn prayer.

While Sulis the older brother had run in the morning, and vegetable shopping at his subscription place.

" Sinta, get up.." cried Sulis in Sinta's ear.

" Ish, sister. "sinta's grumble that jumped in shock and immediately woke up.

" Aren't you going to teach me?" sulis asked while raising both eyebrows.

" Oh yes, I forgot." replied Sinta who immediately woke up, and walked towards the bathroom.

Sulis just shook his head, looking at his sister's still childish behavior. He immediately rushed over, leaving Sinta's room. Sulis walked towards the kitchen, to process the fresh vegetables he had just bought.

Vegetable spinach, and fried chicken are the menu on Sunday.

After cleaning up, Sinta immediately walked to her room. Bathroom at home, only two. One was in Sulis' room, and the second was located close to the kitchen.

" Want a sister, interracial?" ask Sulis who finished cooking.

" Jek ride, brother" said Sinta who was fixing her headscarf.

" Oh yeah, now eat first. Let it be strong to face the reality" said Sulis who was arranging food at the dinner table.

" Ish, her pussy sister is so cranky." sneered Sinta.

They also had breakfast together, with fried chicken side dishes and spinach vegetables.

" Deck, last night Mama called. He said your friends were playing at home" Sulis said as he bribed a spoonful of rice.

" Oh yeah, I forgot to tell my friends" Sinta said, patting her on the forehead.

" You have new friends, old ones don't stay" Sulis said.

" Yes, I'll call you after teaching." Sinta.

" Yes, brother doain let your ideals to become a teacher be realized" Sulis said.

" Amin.." replied Sinta.

A few minutes later, they finished their breakfast. Sinta said goodbye to Sulis, and kissed her hand.

" Assalamualaikum, my sister goes first." said Sinta who had been picked up by an online ojek.

" Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Sulis who let go of his sister to teach.

" Sir, walk." said Sinta as she patted the shoulder of the taxi driver.

Without Sinta knowing, apparently the King had first stalked Sinta's house.

She wants to know who Sinta works with? He followed slowly the motorcycle taxi driver, who hugged Sinta.

The king was confused, why did Sinta walk towards his house. And how astonishing, when Sinta stopped right in front of her house.

Immediately he contacted bi Asih, to get Sinta to come in.

Sinta has arrived in front of the house of Pak Cakra buana. He knocked on the door and said his greetings.

" Openetrish..." Sinta gave her greeting while knocking on the door.

" Wa'alaikum greetings." Bi Asih replied as he opened the door.

" Sir, is this right here the house of Mr Cakra buana?" ask Sinta.

" Yes, sorry about who?" asked Bi Asih who pretended not to know, even though he had been told before by the King.

" Sinta, ma'am. Private teacher for his son Pak Cakra buana" said Sinta.

" Oh, yes, I entered the non. He was waiting in the father's office" said Bi Asih who invited Sinta to enter.

After seeing Sinta had entered the house, the King immediately pushed his motorbike to the front of the house.

Soon he went up the wall, to get to the balcony of his room.

" Must be Sinta, will meet father." Inner King who is still focused on climbing the walls of his house.

Sinta has entered the Cakra buana workspace, "Please non, wait here. I call you young master" said Bi Asih who showed me the bench in front of the Cakra buana desk.

" Thank you" said Sinta who had sat down.

Then Bi Asih came out of the Cakra buana workspace. He looked at the family photo, which was on the table. It appears a man was holding a boy, around the age of six. The two laughed happily at each other, with the boy on his shoulders.

" Must be Mr Cakra?" muttered Sinta while holding a 20x 20cm photo frame.

" His son is only six years old, it will definitely be easy to teach him. Is he naughty?" think Sinta if the child of Cakra buana is still six years old.

A few minutes later, bi Asih entered the workspace.

" No, said Tuan studying her in the living room only. " said Bi Asih who was standing behind Sinta.

" Oh yes, Bi" said Sinta who immediately stood up and put on her bag.

Sinta followed Bi Asih's steps, walking out of the study.

Bi Asih had arrived at the living room, seen a man of his age range was sitting facing the window.

" That's Cakra sir's son, Bi?" sinta asked while observing the young man who turned his back on her.

" Yes, non." replied Bi Asih.

Seeming the King looking nervous, he was confused as to what he should do when he saw Sinta.

" I think he's six?" Sinta.

" It's big, Non." replied Bi Asih, "Yes already, please learn. Aunty made sweet tea and snacks. "parts Bi Asih, who immediately left Sinta who was still standing behind the sofa.

" I'm sorry, are you Mr Cakra's son?" tanya Sinta hesitated.

" Yes, "the King replied in a nervous voice.

Sinta stepped towards the sofa, approaching the young man before her.

" Can I sit down?" ask Sinta.

" Please." reply.

Sinta sat facing the young man in front of her. Without seeing her face, Sinta immediately put her bag on the bench.

It was a shock to him, when he saw the figure of the leader who would become his disciple.

" Lord...?" Sinta frowned, "So that Cakra sir's son is you?" ask Sinta.

The king tried to act ordinary, but his nervousness made him feel wrong.

" Sinta, why didn't you tell me you wanted to teach me?" ask the King who pretends not to know.

" Ish, how do I know that you're Cakra's son?" ketus Sinta while twisting both eyes lazy.

" Well, do you want to continue teaching or not?" ask the King who was sitting down.

" Yes, because I have used the tutoring payment money to send my mother" said Sinta resigned.

Sinta was happy, because he got the first honorary money to become a private teacher. He immediately transferred half of it to his mother in Jakarta. Although her mother refused, but Sinta kekeh wanted to share her income with both parents.

Mr. Cakra Buana has transferred some money, for a month teaching. And inevitably, Sinta must teach the King. Although yesterday he threatened, to stay away from the King.

" Your nose, is it okay?" ask King.

" Yes, "answered Sinta.

" Don't judge that dong, be a teacher." quipped the King.

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