LOVED MY TEACHER

Part 4's

Doni pov

I've known Lastri since two years ago, when she started working at my house. Actually Mama doubted, is it capable? A 14-year-old child does a rough job, which is usually done by mothers.

"However, with the spirit of Lastri begged.

Please ma'am, I'm used to doing that job" she said.

Finally Mama accepted, actually Mama did not have the heart to hire minors.

"Yes, you can work here, but in the first week try, if you are not able, better stop yes" said the mother at length.

"Good ma'am,"

"Yes. If you want, you can go to work today" said my mother.

"Thank you Ma'am" he seemed to be sparkling.

I can only look at it from the second floor. I noticed he worked deftly, mopped, rubbed, and washed clothes, he did very well.

I looked at her white face, sharp nose, plus she was wearing a pink veil, further perfecting her appearance..

At that moment my chest trembled as if it was hypnotizing me. Since then, as if my heart was imprinted on him, when many of my female friends liked me, some even did not know the shame of expressing my heart to him.

Two years I have loved him in silence, every want to express my feelings always failed, like today, I ventured to string words, in the hope that he has the same feelings as me.

But Mama seems to be messing up all of it.

Actually, Mama is not a person who looks from social status, even mamah often help people who are in distress.

Actually it is not Mamah who makes me doubt, but it is precisely Lastri's feelings towards me, does he also love me? Aaarrrrg..

Pov Sulastri.

In ordinary school I come the morning, but I only walk unlike my friends, who used to use motorcycles, or bicycles ontel.

I walked through the hallways of the school still very quiet, near the UKS room, I heard a voice.

Pok, pok, pok.

I approached the origin of the sound.

"Mr"

"You."

Our voices at the same time. I saw Mr. Arman, reading books on the wall, ants maybe?" i'm entangling.

I approached, I kissed the back of his hand like the other Teachers, but there was a different feeling I felt, my chest pounding.

I noticed her face, and the smell of Parvum was letting out, making anyone nearby feel at home.

Is this what people say first love is? I don't know because I've never felt it before, maybe? yes, Junior High has felt this. Thought.

"Eh sir, sorry, first lov"

Again my words made Mr. Arman shocked.

"What?" Mr. Arman is closing in on me.

"Try repeating the previous one" he said .

"Eh, uh no sir, sorry." I shut my own mouth in shame, that's how I feel.

"Astri, are you here so early?"

"Lastri sir, not Astri.

"Let my calls be different, the same as others. Answer teases me.

"Eh, Mr. Arman so sweeet.

"Astri, what are you going to school for?"

"Get foot sir,

"I mean" asked Mr. Arman with a frown.

"Max footpath sir."

"It's your house close from here, isn't it?"

"About an hour sir or so, brisk walk but."

"Waat" Mr. Arman was shocked.

" O Allah sir, don't be surprised? walking tuh, many benefits, can burn fat breakfast, even though only side dishes plus kale vegetables. See my body? slim tall, cute. Ideal thanks to walking, hehehe."

Mr. Arman is just a mangosteen.

"Sir, I'm going to class first. See you in class..." When I wanted to step, Mr. Arman told me to stop.

"Eh, wait! You don't like to sleep in class?"

"Well you know, I want to sleep first sir, quite there is still 30 minutes" I replied.

"Yes, free dong you burn fat, if you finally sleep again" he said not to lose.

"Yes sir, excuse me. I want to sleep first, who knows I will dream of meeting a handsome prince, like... Mr. Arman" up I shut my mouth almost slipped..

"Dasaar brat" Mr. Arman stared at my departure, smiling at what he was thinking.

In class, my feelings were high.Well, what is my heart? don't dream Lastri.

NEVER STOP HOPING, BECAUSE HOPE WILL BE GLORIFIED, ALL DREAMS LIKE SINDERELA MEET THE PRINCE.