Love My Teacher's

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"Ziara?"

Ziara who felt called immediately stopped her steps. Then look for the source point of the voice of someone who called him. "Sir Fathan" he said as he looked at Fathan.

Fathan walked up to him.

"What are you doing here?" fathan asked out of curiosity as to what Ziara was back in the school for.

"Loh, said Erzan you call me?" Ziara became confused, did Erzan deliberately lie to her.

"Erzan said that?"

Ziara just nodded small.

"He's lying, I don't feel like telling Erzan to call you."

"Oh yes, sir. Yaudah, I'll go first." Ziara immediately walked over quickly before hearing Fathan's reply.

Fathan was just about to answer and had to close his lips again. Then, he walked following Ziara from behind.

"Erzan is so evil lying to me" Ziara grumbled furiously.

He panics when he doesn't see Shasa. Did Shasa leave him? Uh! So Ziara had to go alone using public transportation. His two feet walked out the school gate, his eyes glancing to the left right hoping to see angkot passing by on the highway.

Fathan stood to the right of Ziara who was looking to the left because he noticed the vehicle coming from the left.

Ziara fused her brows as her nose smelled the scent of perfume she was familiar with. He was sure the owner of the perfume was around him, he immediately turned to the side looking for where the person was.

The deg!

Ziara. His heart beat rapidly in shock as Fathan was beside him. "Sir Fathan?" his call was not yet fully conscious.

"Well?" reply Fathan as he was.

"What's this father doing here?" tanya Ziara was confused.

"Why do you stand on the side of the road like this, want to sell?"

"No, I'm waiting for an angkot."

Fathan faked a wanderlust looking for Shasa's whereabouts. "Where's shasa? How are you alone?" tanyanya even though she knew Erzan had invited Shasa away.

"Go first."

Fathan nodded in understanding. "Oh that's it."

"Left!" ziara shouted as she saw the angkot passing by. "Sir, I go first well," he said before entering into the angkot that stopped in front of them now.

"Dad."

Ziara immediately entered the angkot, he sat in the very back seat. Shortly, both eyes widened when he saw Fathan coming into the angkot and sitting in front of him.

Imagine by you, sitting face-to-face in the armature. How not to be groggy.

"What's this father doing here?" asked Ziara in confusion.

"If Erzan wait back a long time, mending me riding an angkot with you right," replied Fathan casually with a beaming face. For a very long time he had never ridden an angkot, the last time he sat in an angkot when he used to be.

"That's yeah." Ziara averted her gaze, she became nervous and awkward with this kind of position. What else Shasa said that Fathan liked him to make his heart unsettled when he was near Fathan.

Along the way Fathan continued to stare at Ziara who was watching the street through the open angkot window. He smiled looking at Ziara's face from the side, very beautiful and making her fall in love even more.

'If someone says it the longer it takes, the less love, I don't agree. Because, the way I feel every day I fall more and more in love with Ziara."

He immediately shifted his gaze as Ziara was about to turn his head towards him.

Ziara looked at Fathan only briefly, then she looked back at the street.

A few minutes later they all reached their destination. From the school gates to them until there was not a single passenger other than the two of them in this angkot.

"First man who came out" suggested Ziara.

"How much is it, sir?" tanya Ziara stood in front of the side door of the angkot driver.

"Both, Neng?"

"Yes, sir."

"Five thousand."

"This, sir." Ziara gave the money to the angkot driver.

"You paid my fare?" asked Fathan who was standing next to him.

"Yes, sir."

"No need. No, sir." Fathan tells the angkot driver to give back Ziara's money. Then, he took out a piece of red money and gave it to the driver.

"No small money, Mom?"

"No, take it all."

"Really?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, thank you very much, sir."

Fathan smiled kindly. "Together, sir."

Ziara was angry that Fathan rejected his kindness. He knew Fathan had a lot of money, but that did not mean he forbade Ziara to pay his own fare.

"Let's go in" asked Fathan after the angkot left.

"I want to go back to school" Ziara replied in a slightly taut tone.

"Well, what is it?" Fathan had yet to understand, what exactly made Ziara behave like that.

"No papa." Ziara raised her right hand as high as her waist, then she patted the slightly jammed highway.

Fathan saw him confused. Did he do anything wrong? But what mistake did he make?

"Ziara?" Fathan called Ziara, but was ignored by Ziara who kept walking.

He immediately crossed the street, then walked quickly to prevent Ziara who was intending to return to school. He ran and stopped in front of Ziara. "Zewith!" his call came against Ziara who was about to keep moving.

"I'm sorry if there's something wrong with you, but please don't be gini" he added, keeping Ziara quiet on the spot.

"Let's go inside, the others are already there," he asked in a soft tone. "I'm sorry once again, maybe my treatment just offended you. But, I really didn't mean anything," Fathan asked sincerely. He now understood probably because he had the angkot driver reverse Ziara's money, thus making Ziara feel offended.

"Why do you care? Didn't you always make me offended and hurt?" lontar Ziara was furious.

"I care, I care a lot, Ziara."

Ziara turned her face away. "I'm sorry," he said he was about to step but was immediately stopped by Fathan.

"I'M GINI BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, ZIARA!" fathan frustrates.

The deg!

Ziara. His body felt limp after hearing Fathan's words just now. Is this real? Or just just.

He held his chest that was pounding violently. His feelings were now mixed between surprise, confusion, disbelief.

Fathan biting his lower lip held back a sense of nervousness. 'ARGH! FATHANS! WHY ARE YOU SO GLUTTONOUS!' His mind is very sorry.

Now what should he be? He had already declared his love for Ziara. Would Ziara now be angry and afraid of him?

Fathan clenched his trembling hand and felt a cold heat.

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