Master Teacher I Love You

Chapter 6

Why should our family life be like this, after passing our father's life revolved in the opposite direction, with the mother who became the backbone of the family and the brother who had to work part-time when he had to still pursue his college education.

The day was not interesting enough for me to tell, with a mediocre school with students who are so diverse in the sense of behavior, and teachers with different traits as well.

Of June.

Rain poured down the village from morning until night, muddy road I had to pass, cold water into my school shoes, and, the road was hard for me to step on plus the wind was strong enough to fly my umbrella.

“Tak, no, no, tak.”

The sound of footsteps rang out from behind the straddle, I had not had time to look back, suddenly my body was held by someone with a slow voice he said so that I quickly stepped my feet.

I could only obey and as quickly as possible to walk, I still felt his warm hand holding my body, what could he possibly want to do evil to me?

With a bit of fear I turned, uh... Apparently an indosnesian language teacher, ouch... I've been thinking badly.

“just walk you so you don't get carried away by the wind”. Say it with a guyonan at the end of the sentence he said, what am I?

Skinny?

Until the wind can lift me.

“huh... Till also”.

I said with the teacher who took shelter in my house, I was not comfortable, because we were alone in the house, and I didn't tell him to enter the neighborhood but only on the terrace.

“teh its pak”.

I don't know... What matters is that my tea can be drunk.

I also accompanied him who was sitting in the room, chatting about our work together or about learning nothing more! Till...

He was silent for a long time, matching the water coming down from the roof of my house.

I don't know what he's thinking, I don't know if just imagining it has been troublesome and annoying.

“Rain is yummy”. Said I brushed aside the silence between us, he just cuddled and remained in a gaze toward the water that was pouring out.

“What's more when afternoon”. I continued my words, and he turned to me.

“sometimes I miss her”. Yes, I miss my father very much, very much.

“However it is enough just as longing course”.

Really dad is the guy I missed so much, I still stopped when he scolded me for just lazing around in the room, I still remember how he taught me to ride a bike, and I remember when he taught me things.

My father was a lamp for me.

Suddenly he woke me from my father's potion, he held my head, I unconsciously began to shed tears, as quickly as I could wipe away my tears, but my hand was prevented, he said that do not wipe away tears, because removing tears from a memory is the same as erasing the memory itself.

Then he hugged me, I didn't refuse, I was so comfortable in that embrace, it felt so warm and comfortable, I don't know what that means.