LOVED MY TEACHER

Part 6's

After my meeting with Mr. Arman a few weeks ago in front of the UKS, whether intentionally or not we even met often.

I tried to eliminate the other taste with Mr. Arman except between the disciple and Master but it turned out to be very difficult.

What else Mr. Arman instead looking for an opportunity to always meet.

Days change weeks and even months, my predicate of being a sleeping princess in class is the attention of the teachers because it is not uncommon to be caught by them.

This afternoon after the lesson was over, I was called to the office.

"Lastri" Mr. Arman called me.

"I Sir?" My answer.

"You're coming to the office."

"Good sir."

All three of my best friends turned to me.

They ask.

"What's wrong?" I just shook my shoulders.

That's how Mr. Arman is if in front of friends call me Lastri, but if only the two of him call me Astri.

Not wasting any more time with a shaky step, I rushed to the office, the sooner the better, because my work at Mr. Satrio's house was waiting.

Tok.shock.

"Lake in!"

"Good day sir" I said.

" Lunch!" the answer is true when it is noon why I became an oon.

I thrust my head into the Teacher's room. Already very quiet, Mr. Arman seemed busy with a pile of paper in front of him.

"Brother call me?"

"Sit down!" tell Mr. Arman firmly.

I was thinking what was wrong with me getting called to the office, when all this time I felt I had no bad record at school. In fact, it is not uncommon for me to be bullied friends because I am late to pay SPP. Because they never know what it's like to live hard.

I'm sitting at Mr. Arman's desk. I noticed he was still wearing his glasses, looking cooler, it turned out that he seriously looked cool, tututu... This one teacher always makes me tick.

"We always notice why you often fall asleep in class? is it because you like to sleep, or are you tired?" tanyanya long.

"Actually for us Teachers, there is no problem anyway, as long as it does not reduce your achievements, just because this happens in school, maybe we can help our students who are in trouble." coined.

I just keep my head down, maybe it's time I tell a story, just think of Master in front of me as a motive or friend. All this time, I never shared any story other than with my three best friends.

I took a deep breath. I looked at Master in front of me. I told you all about how I had to earn money to go to school, and I also told you how my family was always struggling to make ends meet, I also told you that my father, too, working laborers on his father's farm.

"Oh so your father worked with my father?"

"Yes sir"

"Sometimes I feel tired sir, why does fate seem to play us poor people" "With the limitations of our parents, with the difficulty of finding a mouthful of rice, sometimes I feel jealous of peers, I feel jealous, who easily got what he wanted" the hyks of the hyx I began to sob.

"And why? God entrusts many children to my father and mother, while to feed only is difficult" the hyx..." My tears can't be broken.

I watched Mr. Arman stand up from his seat, thrusting a tissue at me, without hesitation I took it.

"Why then? God gives us many treasures, for example. Mr. Arman's parents, who were only given a few children" My tears became more and more impervious.

"Seeit..." Mr. Arman came closer to shutting my mouth with his finger.

"You must not soudzon to the God of Las, all is not as you think. The abundance of treasure does not necessarily make us happy."

"Right now, maybe you're feeling the bitterness of life, but the wheel keeps turning, God willing.

"Humans are tested not only through poverty but also with a lot of wealth, only we as humans sometimes do not realize it, too complacent with what we have." he continued.

"What do I mean by weld?" ask him authoritatively.

"Yes sir I understand, although this is how I am grateful, at least God gave us a father who loves the family."

I wiped the rest of my tears, Mr. Arman sat back down.

"You can go home now, don't cry anymore, try your eyes are so swollen, so less right? beautiful one?" hehe.

I looked up at Mr. Arman he smiled. Apparently he's back on the hook.

"Sorry sir, I'm so melow." I said as I wiped the rest of my tears.

Mr. Arman stroked my head covered in a white veil, as if he were thinking. My chest was rumbling, my teacher's intention was probably a touch of compassion towards his students. But for me, I'm both grown up, of course, feeling different.

"You're coming home on foot?" she asked.

"Yes sir."

I'm taking ya"

"No need sir, not good with the others" I replied quickly.

"Already! do not refuse again, just assume I pay for your time that has been wasted. I think it's also true what Mr. Arman said, if I go home on foot later I come home late.

Mr. Arman pulled my hand, walked towards the parking lot I finally came home among Mr. Arman.

Be together

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