Love My Teacher's

27

'What is a love sentence?'

Ziara shifted her gaze, thinking for a moment while holding her chest that was still pounding. Fathan who saw her gave a smile, it seemed like her sweet words managed to get Ziara carried away.

"Why you?" Fathan's question made Ziara turn her head immediately.

"Why?" Ziara asked back in confusion.

"Forgetit." Fathan chose not to discuss this any longer.

Ziara immediately lowered her right hand as she subconsciously touched her chest. 'Duh, it looks so good if again deg-degan right.'Inner sebal.

From a distance precisely behind the glass in the house, Nari and Lulu were peering at the two of them.

"Liat, Ziara ampe salting sister that," said Lulu as she closed her lips that could not stop smiling.

"What the hell, De. Where there is salting, could aja Ziara again groggy again chat with the homeroom," reply Nari mediocre.

"Hm." Zula who just came out of the kitchen cleared her throat because she saw her two daughters who were somehow looking at what was behind the glass of the house.

Nari and Zula simultaneously turned her body around. "Mama, look at Zia's sister as a boy," exclaimed Lulu telling her because she thought her mother didn't know.

"Yes, that's his homeroom teacher. Here I want to drink," replied Zula, showing her the glass she was carrying.

"Oh that's it."

"Yaudah, you're wearing a uniform. Mom ahead first." Zula left the house immediately.

Nari and Lulu finally obey her mother's orders.

Fathan stood up and smiled. "No, nothing ma'am. Thank you very much, sorry for the trouble," he replied kindly.

Zula put his tent on the chair next to the one Fathan had just sat on. "No papa, no trouble at all. Let's have a drink, sorry I can only give you water. In our house there is no colourful water.

Fathan laughed a little. "I happen to prefer water, too, Mom."

"Well, thank goodness. Let's have a drink." Zula invites Fathan.

Fathan nodded small. "Yes, Mom. Sit down, Mom." He had permission to sit first because Ziara and her mother were standing.

"Yes please, it's okay." Zula happily invited. He noticed Fathan drinking, and he was amazed by Fathan's polite behavior. Then, he touched the shoulder of Ziara who was beside him.

"Mama to dalem first, you keep the warung bentar ya."

Ziara. "Yes, Mah."

Fathan again put the glass with half the water left to the small saucer. "Aren't you pegel standing still?" the question was astonished because Ziara continued to stand, even though there were many chairs here.

"It will." Ziara immediately sat down at a distance with Fathan. "His rich man is rare at home huh? Both parents are lonely dong dong at home," he asked who appeared in his mind.

"Well, they're used to it. Although I was the only child but they never forbid me to go, even wander."

"Can that be it? Usually if you have the only child in great care, do not want to go far."

Fathan nodded in agreement. "Yes, it shouldn't be. But both my parents are not so, what else from 4th grade I'm far from family, so rich they are common at home just the two." He thanked his parents for always supporting whatever he would do if it was a good thing. In fact, he entered the boarding school at a very young age even his parents complied with the request.

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