Love My Teacher's

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"I hope you don't reject it."

"That's very sorry, sir. But I can't, Mr. Anterin what do I wear?"

"My car, people's car life."

"Well that's the problem, I'm actually drunk when I get in the car, sir."

"You are calm, I guarantee you will not get drunk riding my car because my car is fragrant with a fragrant that does not make the stomach nauseous. The distance from your home is not far, right? I'm sure you won't get drunk."

Checkmate! Ziara had no more excuses. Inevitably he had to accept Fathan's offer.

He humiliated himself to reject Fathan's offer. He was astonished since when did his English teacher want to be kind to him?

"Come," asked Fathan, who was only influenced by Ziara. Then, they immediately walked.

In the parking lot was already very quiet, not a single student was in sight. However, there are still some motor students who are taking extracurriculars in the school.

"Let's go in," asked Fathan, opening the car door.

Ziara opened the car door and went inside. He can smell the sweet scent of Fathan's car. No wonder if the car is this fragrant, the scent of Fathan's body perfume alone is still smelled even from a few meters away.

Slowly Fathan drove his car out of the school area.

Along the way there was only the sound of a radio sound that Fathan played 5 minutes ago. Ziara was focused on looking at the crowded sidewalk of the highway, while Fathan was only focused on driving.

Fathan was puzzled as to what niceties to break the silence. "Oh yes, you want to stop by the restaurant first? There are places to eat that sell satay really good, surely you like," bargain chose to invite food.

"No, Sir. I want to go straight home" Ziara replied refusing.

"I'll buy it, will you?"

"No, Sir. Don't force me," Ziara replied flatly.

"Oh yeah, sorry."

At this moment Ziara's feelings were puzzling. It's like a dream, how could he be this close and get delivered by his own teacher. You should also know, this is the first time Ziara has been brought home by a man.

"Stop right there, sir." Ziara pointed towards the bridge that was in front.

"Why?" asked Fathan but obeyed Ziara's orders, he immediately stopped his car on the bridge.

"She stopped here, my house is here. Thank you, sir. I'm going to take me home" Ziara replied before leaving the car.

"Why not get to your house?" Though Fathan wants to know the location of Ziara's house.

"I'm afraid there's a neighbor who's looking, keep my gossip down, sir."

"Gossip? Gosipin what?"

"Well my gosipin in the anterin home the same om-om use the car."

"What's? Om? I'm not om-om Zia, I'm still young You don't see my handsome face?" Fathan wouldn't accept if anyone thought he was an om-om. Uh! This sucks for him.

"Yes sorry, sir. But the point is, I am first. Thanks again." Ziara hurriedly got out of the car.

Ziara instantly narrowed her eyelids when she managed to get out of the car, it turned out that today's sunlight was so stinging that it was difficult for her to open her eyes perfectly.

Fathan lowered his car glass in a fit of annoyance. "My zia is not an om-om!" he was still unable to accept it, but Ziara left without finishing this conversation.

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