Love My Teacher's

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Fathan laughed a little. "It could be, Mom."

"It can be, sir. He said that if taught the same teacher handsome gini make eye sips, do not make drowsiness."

"Haha!" The students laughed, especially the girls who were happy to hear it. They think Irma is one heart with what they feel.

Shasa glanced at Ziara, at a time when everyone was happy to have Fathan's extra time teaching. But only Ziara was the one who was the most unhappy to hear this news. Visible from the look of his face alone Ziara was very sad and not excited.

"Ra, don't be sad continue," Shasa exclaimed as she leaned her head against Ziara's shoulder.

Ziara who had been daydreaming a little immediately realized and turned to Shasa. "I'm not sad," she replied.

"But your face tells you that you don't like Mr. Fathan's lessons."

"I'm trying to keep loving the lessons, Sha. Even if the teacher doesn't like it."

"Damaz! Sit down right!" reprimand Fathan upon seeing Shasa's sitting position while leaning against Ziara's shoulder.

Shasa immediately straightened his body with a feeling of annoyance. "Yes, sir."

"Okay we continue that was well, the last of Elma right? Yuk beside Elma, Sania passed High School, where are you going?" Fathan resumed the activity that had stopped.

After everything was asked questions, Fathan immediately asked his students to take out English package books in the possession of all students.

After 2 and a half hours they did teaching and learning activities finally bell went home to ring. Fathan immediately told all the disciples to get ready to go home.

"Okay, kids thank you for today. I hope what I say will be useful to all of you. Do not forget to read back at home the material we have learned, too" said Fathan before the students left the class.

"Please you can go home."

"Yeyyy!" They cheered and hurried out of the classroom. However, there are some who are still sitting on chairs because they are still inserting their stationery including Ziara who casually put her books into a bag.

Ziara had indeed deliberately not rushed out because of waiting for Fathan to come out first. However, until the class only left he and Shasa. Fathan still looks busy fiddling with his laptop and there have been no signs of leaving class.

Ziara quickly carried her bag before Fathan knew she was still here. "No need to worry, Sha," he whispered and immediately agreed by Shasa.

"Ziara?"

Ziara who was just about to step straight came to a halt. He turned to Shasa who had gone first and was now at the door, and he turned to Fathan . "Why, Sir?" ask him with a heartbeat that began to beat fast because of fear.

"Let's see" pointed Fathan at the picket schedule paper attached to the right side wall of the board. "Tomped your schedule for the class picket, right?" he looked at Ziara's face.

Ziara nodded small. "Yes, sir."

"I'm asking, you picket now. If you picket tomorrow morning, disturb the students who are sitting."

Ziara was surprised to hear that. Since when have there been such rules? During the 10th grade until now all students here always picket early in the morning rarely if the picket home school. "But, Sir. Everything is so, tomorrow morning new on the broom," he refused again since when Fathan cared about the picket schedule of his students.

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