Love My Teacher's

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Then, he helped lift the chair to the table to make it easier for Ziara to clean the dust dirt under the table.

Ziara felt uncomfortable because Fathan helped her.However, she tried to ignore it all and focus on her activities.

"When you graduate, where are you going?" chirps Fathan when their distance is only blocked by one table.

Hearing Fathan's curse made Ziara choked. Is it true that Fathan was curious about what he was doing after graduating from school? But why in front of everyone earlier, Fathan had even gone through the question for him? Did Fathan deliberately want to embarrass himself in front of his classmates?

"Why are you curious?" ask Ziara back without stopping her activities.

"Well, I didn't ask you that."

"Simple or deliberate, sir?"

"intentionally."

The deg!

Ziara immediately jumped in shock. He stopped his activities, then turned to look at Fathan who was leaning his body on the wall while folding his hands on his chest with a gaze staring at him.

'Honestly, sir.'Inner Ziara.

Ziara immediately turned her eyes away. He was quite groggy because he was noticed like that by Fathan. "It looks like I'm just looking for a job to graduate, not go to college, sir."

Fathan straightened his body upon hearing Ziara's reply in quite a shock. "Why don't you go to college?"

"The government's from the family economy, sir."

'When we mate, I promise I'll send you to college.'Inner Fathan.

"If you may know, what did your father do?" fathan asked curiously, what's wrong, right? Ask the job of your own prospective in-laws.

Ziara unmitigatedly told her family, let Fathan know everyone who knows Fathan can feel sorry for her and stop being mean to her.

Fathan was silent for a moment, only to find out that Ziara was from a simple family.

From the beginning he did not dare to find out the ins and outs of the Ziara family for fear that someone knew that he liked Ziara. So, Fathan was lucky enough to know this straight from the girl he liked. But this did not reduce or eliminate her feelings of joy for Ziara just because Ziara was from a simple family.

"How many brothers are you?" fathan asked hesitantly for fear of Ziara being offended and feeling uneasy.

"I'm four brothers. I'm the second son, I have a brother one and two younger sisters who stepped on 1st grade Smp and 3rd Smp."

"Your brother is still in school?"

"No."

"Then work?"

Ziara was silent for a moment. She was worried to tell me about her sister. "Hmm, he actually has a job. But, the work that has no benefit."

"You mean?" ask Fathan in confusion.

Ziara turned her body to stare at Fathan who was in the back. "I'm telling stories like this only to Dad well, and I don't mean to vilify my sister," he replied with a serious face.

Fathan was getting curious to hear it. "Dad, you can tell me."

"My boy's brother has a workshop in front of the house," he said as he swept back under his desk. "But, the workshop is only made into tongkrongan the same cement. Every working day they just talk unclear, never get money!" he continued full of pent-up emotions.

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