MY LOVER'S STUDENT

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#Muridku_My love

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pov Fani -

He was right, I hesitated when asked the ability to follow the lesson without getting carried away. Any woman would probably behave the same if the teacher who teaches in class is her own lover.

All this time I have not found a way to consider Mr. Alfin like any other teacher. The glance of the eye between lessons managed to make the heart pounding. I feel like I'm always being monitored secretly. A shady face, a relaxed style, a fun way of teaching, a charming smile make the mind drift in shadows about the future.

Maybe that's why I don't understand a lot of the explanations given. I realized, maybe this is the risk of dating a teacher. But even though he did not want to move in class Pak Hendi - the killer teacher.

In the car, I was suddenly silent because I was embarrassed to ask questions about the future. Though not terbarit in the mind to marry young. I just want to know how serious Mr. Alfin is in this relationship. Moreover, I am afraid of being disappointed when I put more hope if in the end it is just a courtship.

"Because we're almost at the parking lot, we'll talk about it next time" he suggested.

I nodded and held in deep curiosity. The 25-year-old returned to wearing glasses and tidied his hair a little before getting out of the car.

"Thank you Mr. Alfin," I said when I found several pairs of eyes staring curiously at us.

"Sama-sama," he replied flatly without a smile.

The lover who is good at keeping the role goes first to the teacher's office. Several tenth graders suddenly came over. It's too bad to have to explain something that seems to have blown them away.

"Kak Fani how can you ride with Mr. Alfin? From where?" ask a classmate named Vivi.

We know each other very well, but he doesn't know that Mr. Alfin is my lover. The friends standing next to him looked at me question markingly. For a moment I was silent, thinking of the right answer in order to be free from the next question.

"There is a sudden need from school. Keep her home delivered Mr. Alfin. I first yes, there are assignments in class," I said by speeding up the steps to class. Ignoring those who keep calling my name.

Arriving at the class, all the students looked closely at me. Without thinking dizzy, I sat down on the bench while preparing the next textbook. Unseen by Sarah in the classroom, the girl may be in the cafeteria. Still vividly remembered this morning all my friends blamed me all out. Talking feels awkward too. So I chose silence. A moment later, Rio suddenly came over.

"How about Deliana's condition?" He asked while standing right in front of the bench.

"It's healthy" I answered briefly.

"Other times, if you want to throw the ball do not go to the head of people. Do not bring personal problems in the field. If this is how many people you have harmed. Deliana, her family, bothered the teachers, and then it affected us all. Lessons get disrupted, our class's good name gets polluted. Realize not, you are this?" rio growled with raising the tone of voice.

I was shocked to hear that remark. The deep disappointment was clearly reflected in the look on his face. The glare of the sharp eyes made me fall silent for a moment.

"If there are people who talk seriously, are horrified, contemplated to be self-aware," he said sok advising.

The man in front was one of the members of the saka bhayangkara scouts who actively participated in training and coaching at the local police station. Physically, he has a fairly tall posture. Rio liked Deliana from the beginning. Only, the girl did not give any certainty to this man. When her favorite girl got hurt, I was scolded.

"I've apologized to Deliana, her parents too. This morning was completely unintentional. If you think between us there's a personal problem, it's wrong. My relationship with Deliana is fine. If you all feel wronged, I'm sorry too." I looked around because everyone made me the center of attention.

"It's not just once or twice that you've made trouble in this class. Maths from the lesson of Mr. Indra until now taught by Mr. Alfin always you who often get the most embarrassing grades," he sibirnya while smiling cunningly.

I was shocked and inexhaustible. Just healed my wounds on what Mr. Alfin said yesterday must now be hurt again my own friend. Just this time Rio was this angry. I know, he belongs to the bright and distinguished students in school. It's just, he's faster to judge without knowing the real problem. Even more painful, the sneer was publicly displayed to me.

Rio passed away after dispersing the line of other disciples that blocked his path. Some of my friends whispered to each other. Some are also eager to see my fate as this.

"I hope you all understand. Deliana and I have nothing personal. This morning was completely unintentional." I went back to explaining by enduring the pain.

"I know, Fan. He may be sad to see that Deli is sick. But it's good, isn't it?" Mela back to make sure.

"Yes. Ask for her prayers, hopefully Deliana will recover soon and be able to return to school," I said praying.

The bell of the last lesson rings out loud. Sarah and other friends flocked to the classroom. Viki informed me that Mr. Rudi had already left the office and was walking towards our class.

Sarah seemed happy to see me in class. I'm retelling something that happened today. The thing that made the feeling uncomfortable was because Rio's bench was right behind me.

Not noticeably, forty-five minutes passed, Mr. Rudi explained the material in an understanding language, not forgetting I wrote an important point on the notebook. When it was time to go home, Sarah and I let our friends out first.

"Rio also suddenly fretted. Now if you look at the enemy, see the enemy" I confided to Sarah.

"So before you came back, he was ranting the same to all of us. If it's too much love with Delintut that's it," he replied with annoyance.

I held back the laughter of hearing that. The classroom is now empty. We walked out of class side by side.

"I go back first yes, we continue gossip in WA only. You carefully go home," said Sarah while shaking hands typical of a good friend.

I stared at the girl until she came out the gate. Knowing Mr. Alfin was still in class, I chose to sit while waiting on the terrace. Shortly after, two students walked out of the room with an expanding smile. I immediately glanced towards the window. Mr. Alfin collected the answer sheet on the teacher's desk.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir," my broom softened.

Mr. Alfin was a little surprised to see me suddenly coming over.

"What's wrong?" He looked at me question mark.

"Can we go home with what?" I looked up while looking outwards.

Mr. Alfin replied with a smile. Just this time I deliberately came straight to his class just to make sure. One day I was disappointed to have waited in an ordinary place for so long. While he often suddenly meetings without giving news.

"Yes, wait in the usual place," he replied as he glanced at a glance.

Knowing that another class student was looking at us from the outside window, I hurriedly snatched a piece of paper lying on the table. Then show in front of Mr. Alfin to play the play.

"Sorry, Mr. Alfin. I want to protest. There was an error in correcting my replay yesterday. There should be 8 correct answers, but here it says only 65," my protest forced to make up the story.

Mr. Alfin just fell silent while observing the paper I was showing before him. Suddenly he held back a laugh as soon as he found out that the paper I had taken was the permission letter of the student who had not left for this class.

Looking towards the window, the two disciples were no longer there. I saw Mr. Alfin just shaking his head at my behavior like this.

"There are you," he murmured as he passed away with a slow chuckle.

I was forced to do that to dispose of the suspicions of the other students. This is how if backstreet with the teacher, private conversations should be communicated discreetly. I immediately went out the gate and waited for Mr. Alfin in the usual place. Walk a hundred meters to get in front of one of the shophouses that have shady trees.

Silver cars seem to be running from a distance. When I arrived, I went up after making sure no other students or teachers were watching. Covering batik clothes with a trendy jacket, Mr. Alfin looks young according to his age.

"May I ask for help?" He asked as he drove the car at a steady speed.

"May, sir," I answered with pleasure.

"Please don't call 'Sir' other than just in the school environment" he said with a glance.

It made me laugh and feel face to face with the one I knew.

"OKAY. But there are conditions, my. You can't be as fierce as in class," I asked to look back at him.

Now it was her turn to laugh. I smiled in relief as the man next door began to show his original gentle and loving style.

"Today I need your help correcting the answer sheet of another class. You want?" ask him as if he were hopeful.

I was silent for a moment. I thought Mas Alfin who had been performing cool would take me for a walk and a meal or even a movie at the cinema subscription. I thought he had the initiative to comfort my soul with a million charms. It turned out that he had not been completely detached from the profession of a teacher.

Am I being too kegeeran or is he who is less sensitive? Kzlm.

Seriate.

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