Love My Teacher's

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Although being away from both parents is very difficult, from there we can learn the meaning of independent life.

"Your son will be, want nothing is forbidden."

Fathan slightly raised the corner of his lips. "Well, now my parents have asked me to marry young."

"Huh?" Ziara. "Was she young?"

"Dad, they told me to have a lot of grandchildren if I married young. Maybe because I used to marry umi and abi at a fairly mature age, so choose only to have 1 child."

Ziara listened well. "What is your intention to have how many children?" he wondered how many grandchildren Fathan's parents wanted to have. "Twelve?" continue guessing.

Fathan laughed out loud hearing that. It was so funny, how could Ziara think she wanted to have 12 children. Actually it doesn't matter how many children we want to have, but it's too much he said. "Ziara," she replied still holding back a laugh. "Well not that much either, it's good that many children have a lot of sustenance. But not that much, but my wife."

Ziara smiled shyly. "Sorry, Sir. Kirain."

"You're funny too yeah."

Ziara lowered her head then her lips slightly formed an arch of a smile. Both of his cheeks were warm, carried away by the feeling.

A few minutes of silence made Fathan feel awkward. He looked towards Ziara who was daydreaming.

Ziara's heart suddenly returned agitated as it was still thinking about what Fathan's words meant when using Arabic. Was it a good sentence or a mock sentence for her? I don't know, there's no way he'd ask Fathan back. But, he was very curious.

"Ziara?" call soft Fathan.

Ziara immediately turned her head because she did not daydream so deeply. "Why, Sir?"

"What are you thinking?"

"No one," Ziara replied with an awkward smile. "Learning Arabic is fun too, can you teach me a few words?"

Ziara lowered her head trying to recall some of the words Fathan said to her. 'What is it? Forgot.'His mind is still trying to remember.

Ziara immediately opened her eyes after recalling something. 'Huby? Ah yes, that feeling Mr. Fathan said the word uhibuk right? Aren't you? But ask me first." His inner.

"What does it mean to be uhbusy?" tanya Ziara said it slowly for fear that what he said was wrong and not understood by Fathan.

"Oh uhibuk, brag about the message first," replied Fathan who was typing something on his phone screen. "That means I love you" he continued without looking.

The deg!

Ziara jumped in shock, and widened both of her pupils. Did ya?

Fathan immediately stopped the activity as he quickly turned his head towards Ziara. He panicked when he saw Ziara's expression that was so shocked.

Their heartbeats were both irregular. Ziara who was still amongst was convinced and unsure of what he heard. Is it possible that Fathan said a love sentence to her?

While Fathan panicked because he realized that Ziara asked the meaning of the word because the word was ever said.

'Can't be.' Inner Ziara could not believe it. There's no way Fathan likes a girl like her.

'What should I explain to Ziara?' Inner Fathan. His position is now so confusing that it makes it difficult to think clearly.

'Argh! Fathans.' He deeply regretted his carelessness, he should have listened carefully before replying. If it had been like this, Ziara would have had the suspicion that she liked it.

Then what if Ziara was afraid to even avoid it? The feeling of love that he had been yearning for would it be destroyed in vain before he got it? Argha! Fathan didn't want that to happen.

"But! It's been a run!" The cry of Bani sontak disperse this atmosphere of tension.

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