MY LOVER'S STUDENT

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Faced with such a tense atmosphere left me seemingly at a loss for words. I headed back to my room, forgetting my original plans for dinner with my family. The longer I heard my father angry, the tears that I had been holding back, it felt like they wanted to spill. I was embarrassed to cry in front of them. I'm no longer the spoiled little boy I used to be.

In the room, I cried for myself. Any defense in my father's eyes remains wrong. Somehow Deliana whose condition has seemed to recover is now increasingly blaming me.

The sound of knocking on the door made me scatter to pick up a tissue on the nightstand. Rubbing the rough tears that slowly come down wet the cheeks. I sat down again, pretending to read a novel. Mother came with a plate of rice and water.

"Crying can. But don't eat, "he said.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mother gave a plate of rice, then put water on the table.

"Take it out. Mother wait here," he said attentively.

We sat in line on the sofa in the room.

Even though I have no appetite, I have to eat. In silence I hope there is no angry edition of the second season. The atmosphere of the room dominated by pink was suddenly silent. The woman wearing the purple dress appears to be playing a mobile phone. That is, my mother's current type. I also had to hide whatsapp status from him.

Mother Vina Hermawan. That is how his name is known. Father Fahmi Hermawan's wife who has almost the same name as me. Mother's beauty is so radiant naturally. Having a beautiful body, his skin is clean and always well maintained. At the age of almost 40 years, the mother still looks youthful.

"Bun... I'm afraid that you're angry again" I'm upset.

"If there is a problem at school, why not directly tell the same story Mother?"

I was silent while putting my face down. The stomach was suddenly full while the food on the plate was still half. Meeting with Mr. Alfin all day for a moment forgot me from trouble. The sweet appeal of the lover of heart made me forget Deliana.

"Sorry, Bun. Everyone's been beating up on Fani all day. From teachers to friends. In fact, the incident this morning was completely unintentional," I said again explained.

Mother took a slow breath while looking at me pity.

"Mother knows. Where maybe you could hurt your own friends," he said while rubbing the head slowly.

"Well, come in, Dad," called mom while staring at the door.

My eyes were round with surprise when I heard someone open the door. Looks like my dad was outside the room. It felt a little scared when Dad suddenly came in and sat on the edge of the bed facing me.

"Well, a smile is worship" Mother reminded.

So sweet to hear you say that. Screaming at the glance of father's face, he was incessantly staring intently from earlier.

"Dad wasn't angry. Learn to be mature. Dad is just a little upset, when there is a problem like this you do not even go home. I came home early to take care of this matter" said the father at length.

"I'm sorry, Dad, it was after school that the teacher was asked to correct the questions" I replied.

While courting. I continue in my heart.

Of course you can't know if my meeting with Mr. Alfin is not just a proofreading sheet.

"If there is an interest with the teacher, okay mother maklumi. But I have to tell you. Let your mother not worry either. You girls should be able to take care of themselves" your mother's message wisely.

I nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Dad, okay. Once again Fani apologized," I said.

"Enter meal wash dishes. Don't go straight to sleep. Study and pray first." Mother again advises.

Shortly after, the two of them left the room at the same time. My heart was relieved when I was no longer angry. I went down the stairs to the kitchen.

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Sitting in a study chair, I started preparing a book schedule for Monday tomorrow. Seeing the math lesson in the third hour, the heart suddenly fretted. The previous meeting, Mr. Alfin gave five questions as PR. While that has not been touched at all.

A cell phone lying on the bed. Open whatsapp application hope Mr. Alfin replies to messages. When the data starts to turn on, notifications appear until they accumulate. My eyes were fixed by a message coming from him.

[Had... Yaudah learn. There is PR not to be forgotten]

I re-read the previous message.

[Don't be fierce with this sweet student of yours, sir. Even if I fail to focus, it's because of your romantic flirting]

For some reason every time I reply to a message with Mr. Alfin, I feel happy. The usual messages I read over and over again, always create a beautiful vibe in the heart. His sweet words in the cafe are also still ringing in the head.

The instantaneous feeling changed when he saw the mathematical PR book still open on the study table. Opening the package book and the diary, my brain found it difficult to solve a single problem. Somehow I envy seeing friends whose brains are good at digesting numbers which to me is confusing.

[Sir Alfin, tonight I'm getting scolded by dad because² Deliana's problem. The PR is still idle, sir. Dizziness nutmeg Fani. Aided yes... 🙏]

I sent that message when Mr. Alfin was online. Tick two instantly turn blue. Shortly after, he called.

"Patiently, Deliana seemed to be well. God willing, this matter is soon finished. I sent the formula, yes, please do it yourself. Your grades are still empty" he said.

I was silent while breathing.

"He was seriously? Come on, Mr. Say, help me," I said in a voice as sweet as possible.

"What's? Mr Say? Ahhaha..." I heard laughter from the end there.

"One more time, sorry. It doesn't mean no, baby. This is your job. Do as much as possible. Later I will make the formula plus the fifth example of the problem that you can imitate. Less good what, try?" added explained.

"Yes, sir. Please don't I keep the dong called forward," I asked.

Again Mr. Alfin just laughed in response.

"We'll see tomorrow. It's already yes." He decided on a call suddenly.

I'm clucking bitterly. This time the appeal did not work. When Mr Alfin is too professional? I can what... Hixes

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