MY LOVER'S STUDENT

MY LOVER'S STUDENT
twelve



#Muridku_My love


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Pov Pak Alfin - -


"Will Mr Alfin marry me one day?" challenge Fani with a look that jolts me a little.


That question has intrigued my man. From now on, I tried to speak formally because we would soon arrive at the school building. Concentration was slightly disturbed when looking at those expectant eyes.


For a moment I was silent. Let him wait for an answer. Ah, it's funny to realize that I fell in love with this sometimes annoying girl. I would like to answer,


"Now I am ready to take you to the forefather," my inner self inwardly.


Of course there is no way I would say that next to a most special disciple who has stolen my heart lately. She's too early for me to take the stairs. From the beginning of getting to know, the commitment to a serious relationship must be based on patience.


"Why talk about marriage? Finish your school first, finish your college, pursue your goals." Rolling back the girl, her face seemed bent like she was less satisfied with the answer she heard.


"Actually Mr. Alfin is looking for a wife or just a girlfriend anyway?" ask him


by turning your eyes to the side.


I flinched back until I unconsciously giggled to myself. Only this girl is the only student who knows very well how my true character is when other students judge my attitude is too cold and rarely even smile. Just with this girl anyway, I feel comfortable expressing without having to be as jaim as in school.


Again Fani asked questions about feelings that made me want to pinch her cheek. He may already be full of hearing advice about the same thing over and over again. Looking at her, Fani smiled until she showed her sweet tooth.


"Because we're almost at the parking lot, we'll discuss it next time" I replied, suggesting.


He's nodding. A pretty nod even with a forced-looking smile. The car entered the school area with a multi-storey building. The combination of blue and white is the hallmark of this school. After we pulled the car over, we went down at the same time. An awkward expression was evident as he said a word of thanks while pulling the corner of his lips to smile. Inwardly wanting to laugh as I remembered I almost died of style with this girl's question. But as much as possible display a full attitude of authority when it comes to dealing with. I walked first, returning the smiles of the students who were sitting casually on the porch of the classroom.


They looked at me full of question marks. Some rushed to the parking lot. It is certain that Fani will be asked a number of questions that have made them curious.


In the main office, the teachers seemed engrossed in lunch with rice boxes sent by residents around. Friendly, Mr. Wildan asked me to join the others. Taking the rice box on the table, we sat on a chair and faced each other. I heard that Bu Lina and Mr. Hendi told each other about one of the classes that demanded more patience in dealing with it.


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When entering the classroom and greeting with greetings, some students look busy facing their books. Satisfied to know if they focus on learning, I began to share a number of questions by explaining the order during the replay.


"Make sure only a piece of problem paper and answer sheet as well as pencils and erasers are available on the table. Your desk drawer should be empty of any books or objects. For your bags, you can immediately put it on the back bench," I explained.


"Okay, sir," they answered simultaneously.


Enthusiastically, they put the book into their bags. Then put the whole bag on the back bench. Once everything is ready, I ask them to work immediately.


"Do it yourself. When a student is caught cheating, both will not score" I said with a serious face.


The situation was quiet for quite a long time, they focused on working on each one. I went around to make sure the whole thing was done well. Half an hour passed, one by one the answer sheets began to be collected at the teacher's desk. Those who finished work looked relieved as if the burden was reduced entirely. It was time for school hours, they left class in an orderly manner. Only, there were two students who did not finish working. I waited until the full answer sheet was corrected at home.


From the window of the classroom, I observed one by one the students who were walking out the gate with glowing faces. As far as the eye could see, Fani had not been seen coming home.


"Sir, already. Sorry, we have made you wait a long time" said one of the students with a shy smile.


"Yes, it's okay."


The two walked away from the room after greeting. I immediately tidied up some answer sheets scattered on the teacher's desk, then picked up the package book to put back on the office desk. When I closed the classroom door, I saw Fani sitting languidly on the porch of her class. Wanted to ask why, but there are still many students who pass by in the school yard.


When we looked at each other at a glance, he hurriedly lowered his head again. It occurred to me, what because I had hung my lover's answer into all this? Just know Fani, when I heard your question in the car, I was thinking about how to meet your parents someday.


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