Love My Teacher's

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He hung his bag behind the door, then opened the hijab and put it on the mattress and went back out of the room to get water in the bathroom.

"Woi is playing!"

"Ih ege you're going where the hell you are!"

"That's so bad of you!"

"Diem langur!"

"Hit mouth can not be bracked anyway!"

"Focus focus!"

Ziara turned to the living room, where Bani and her five friends were playing online games while fighting because maybe the way to play some of them was not good and made them quarrel.

"Curtain! Since when they were there," Ziara grumbled back into the room for not wearing the hijab and fortunately they did not look at her.

"Body!" call Zula from the front door.

"What, Mah?!" bani shouted without looking and focusing.

"Someone wants a tire patch."

"Yes-yes!" Bani stood up immediately. "Eh, you playin first," he said while giving his cellphone to one of his friends who did not play the game.

Then, Bani immediately walked out of the house. "Why's the car, Bang?" ask the car owner who stopped in front of his workshop.

"Lacking the idea, Bang. Suddenly fitting me a deflated check."

"Try me a check." Bani checked the tires of the car to find out what caused it. "It's got to be patchworked, Bang. It's got a tajem thing," he said.

"Oh that's it."

"Yes, just sit down, Bang."

"Dad."

"Where are you from, Bang?" ask Bani while trying to remove the car tire to fix it.

"From the temen house, it happens to be the house from here."

"Oh that. Judging from his appearance, Brother teacher huh?"

"So that's cool, Bang." Bani stood up to pick up some of the equipment left under her glass display case. "Well, where would you know?" ask without looking.

"In High School 1 Lamiar, Bang."

"Well, I went to school there too. What class is it?"

"Eleventh and twelve."

"I'm also in 12th grade."

"A boy or a girl?"

"Cewe. Her name is Ziara."

The deg!

Fathan was shocked to hear that. He immediately turned to the coffee shop which was not far from the workshop. He was just reminded of the story of Ziara his mother had a stall and his brother had a workshop.

He was sure that this person was Ziara's older brother, he had not expected it to be a coincidence like this.

"Not know, Bang?" ask Bani curious.

"Oh, I know. I happen to be his homeroom teacher."

"Wih, pantes aja he diligently school wong guardian class handsome gini where still young again. We're all our age, Bang."

Fathan laughed a little. "I happen to be 20 years old."

"Did't."

Ziara left the house after performing dhuhur prayers and lunch, she intended to help her mother in the stall. "Well, Nari and Lulu haven't come home yet?" tanyanya while sitting on the terrace chair and without looking at the workshop.

"Not yet, this morning said there was a dance practice for the race he said," replied Zula from inside the stall. "Sir, try to see in the workshop there is a very handsome guy," the story while pointing towards the person he meant.

"Masa? It's not weird, Mah. Temen kak Bani emang on the handsome." Ziara still did not turn her head, instead she preferred to open the refrigerator to pick up a cold drink.

"Ih! It's different, really handsome already rich handsome actor on tv."

Ziara chuckled as she turned the bottle cap to open it. "Then anyway? So curious," he replied, looking over

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