Love My Teacher's

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Ziara immediately glared when she found out who the person her mother meant.

'Sir, Fathan. Why is he here?' His inner body was in severe shock.

"That's right, you were in shock. Very handsome, right," cried Zula while smiling melted.

"No, I'm surprised not because of the handsome. But because it's my homeroom teacher, Mah."

"You serious? Call here dong, know Mama. Who knows, you could be a ghost."

"Ohuk!" Ziara was gulping down a choking drink hearing her mother's words just now. "Well, at least be aware. Is it possible that Mama's son spec angel can dapetin husband model so?" the thrill is inexhaustible why his mother can think of making Fathan his ex.

"Oh, why? You're beautiful, Brother."

"Well, a little beautiful capital is not enough to be the wife of Mr. Fathan."

"Oh his name is Fathan after all, he's a really nice kid and keeps being really friendly again."

'Mom don't know how I was treated like Fathan at school.'Inner Ziara.

"Wish is still young again, baby face well his face," praised Zula made Ziara cengo.

"Baby face? Mr. Fathan is young, Mah. If I'm not wrong, it's 20 years old."

"Well, how old is he at school?"

"19 years."

"Huh? You serious? Can you?"

"Yes, I don't actually know well, probably because Mr. Fathan knows the principal. In addition, Mr. Fathan is sinter, and he also said he graduated from the cottage if not wrong," explained Ziara to his knowledge.

"Good God, so cool. Lucky for a woman who could be his wife, but mama pray that you're his soul mate."

Ziara was shocked. "Well," he scolds her asking her to stop wishing that way.

From the direction of the workshop Fathan accidentally saw the existence of Ziara. Although he only saw from his back, he was sure it was Ziara.

"That, Ziara," cried Bani as she looked at Ziara in front of the stall. "ZIARA!" call him by shouting.

"Here, De! There's your homeroom teacher, here."

"Sana samperin, bring it here," Zula orders pleasure.

"My mom doesn't want to!" reject Ziara's shame.

"Udah no papa, Bang. Let me go there, I happen to want to buy a drink," said Fathan then stood up from his seat while picking up his cellphone which was lying in the long chair he was sitting on just now.

"Oh okay-okay."

Ziara glared at Fathan coming over, his body becoming nervous. He was confused what to say to Fathan.

"Assalamualaikum," greeted Fathan with a sweet smile.

"Waalaikumsalam," Ziara and Zula replied simultaneously.

"Callo, Ziara?" greeting Fathan pleasantries at Ziara who was still grinning on the spot.

Ziara nodded small. "Yes, sir."

Zula came out of the stall approaching Fathan. "Hallo, Sir. He said this is Ziara's homeroom teacher? Introduce me Zula, Ziara's mother." Zula introduced herself without extending her hand.

Fathan nodded small, then smiled. "Hallo, Mum. I'm so happy to meet mom, Ziara at a good school boy."

"Is Ziara really good at school?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Ziara's pretty, isn't she, sir?"

The deg!

Ziara and Fathan both jumped in shock. Ziara was surprised because it embarrassed her, whereas Fathan was surprised to be asked such a question by her mother Ziara.

Fathan glanced at Ziara, then chuckled lightly. "Beauty, Mom. Ziara's a sweet girl."

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