Love My Teacher's

Love My Teacher's
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Ziara did not expect that Fathan would be this good at him. But that makes him wonder why Fathan is always rude if in front of everyone. Whereas if the middle of the two like this the nature is very different both, soft.


Fathan raised one of his black eyebrows. "Wait for what else? Work it."


Ziara stared fixedly at the two beads of Fathan's eyes for quite a while, he was fixated on the good looks Fathan had and his heartbeat suddenly beat rapidly.


'Ganteng.' Inner Ziara.


Fathan looked back at Ziara. Now he could see all of Ziara's face, and it made his heart happy to be able to look at Ziara in this detail.


Perhaps others would say that Ziara was mediocre, not too beautiful. Not for Fathan, though. He really liked the sweet face that Ziara had, what else when smiling showed off one dimple next to his lips, making Ziara's smile even sweeter and the white hijab she was wearing now made her face look graceful. Aghh! He wanted to see Ziara's smile again now.


Ziara's eye area was slightly red and slightly swollen from crying. But that did not diminish her beauty for Fathan.


'I will always like you, Ziara.' Fathan's inner heart with an irregular heartbeat because Ziara was still watching him.


Ziara immediately lowered her head when she regained her senses. "Thank you, Sir. I'm working on it now" he exclaimed and opened the book immediately.


Fathan did not answer immediately, he turned his face to the side. Then, smile thinly and both cheeks feel warm because of wrong behavior.


"I have to go to class first to give assignments to others, later I return again," replied Fathan while standing up.


Ziara nodded small while looking down.


Fathan exited the room not forgetting to close the door for fear that his student's son would find out. If he hadn't brought Ziara to the bk room but to his room. After all it was impossible for him to bring Ziara to the bk space for what? Because obviously here the guilty one is himself.


The state of the class was instantly silent as Fathan went inside. "Udah kaya aja aja son yes, in living alone already noisily," he said without turning his head, he remained focused on the teacher's desk and took a book package of his own without sitting.


Everyone was silent, no one answered.


Fathan looks up. "Secretary please come forward."


The advanced secretary is none other than Shasa. "Yes, Sir?"


"Please write this all on the board, from pages 36 to 40," pointed to Fathan while pointing at the parts that should be noted.


"Sir, no, there's a package book!"


"So bad!"


"Sir handsome don't do a lot of dong nyatetnya!"


"I will not tell you to say if the material is already in the package book, have not been written a lot of komplen," said Fathan did not accept the students' compliments.


Everyone is silent do not dare to refuse, well even though Fathan is notoriously kind. But still, when angry Fathan looks very scary.


"I want you guys to take Ziara's book honestly now!" lontar Fathan with a flat face but like holding back emotions. "That's a bad deed, you can't do that to your own friends."


"I give you one more chance to be honest!!"


"Honest or I search one by one your desk drawers and bags! If until I know the culprit is one of you, I'm not fooling around giving punishment." Fathan's threat made the disciple gulp heavily.


"Sir! Kirana's taking it in her desk drawer!" shouted Melani while pointing at Kirana who was sitting next to her.


Everyone immediately turned to Melani and Kirana's table.


"Die Melani! Kok you accuse me anyway! You take it!" kirana protests panicked and did not accept.


"What the hell! I'm so good at you!" melani answered emotions.


"Yes, you lo! So hypocrites!"


"Where do I know! I didn't take it!"


"I don't know either! How can Ziara's book be in my drawer!"


"Pretend not to know, there is no way the book can walk alone if no one moves!" shasa exclaims emotions because it turns out the suspicion is true that they are the ones who took his best friend's book.


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