MY LOVER'S STUDENT

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#Muridku_My love

Unexpectedly, Mr. Alfin disconnected the phone before answering the question. I don't know what he was thinking when I slightly offended his professional attitude as a teacher. So annoying because he could charge dozens of math problems just because of an ordinary fight. While he was reluctant to give private lessons for his own lover.

The online sign is still there. It seems Mr. Alfin is busy taking care of the cafe. Not satisfied with calling, I started typing a message.

'Don't let your indifference make me feel like a lonely single person.'

This nimble finger suddenly typed that sentence that seemed excessive. Tick two instantly turn blue. Seen on the screen Mr. Alfin started typing a reply.

'Already Fani, do not dramatize the situation, ' he replied.

'Not this drama. I just realized that it turns out the math teacher can not be dibandain let alone combalin.'

'Now, choose dicandain or seriusin?'

Intentions want to complain about his attitude, precisely this time made his own baper. For some reason behind his cold attitude in school, there are always unexpected things that make my heart flowery.

'Udah yes, sir, I suddenly baper when asked the heavy-weight.'

I'll put the phone on the nightstand immediately. Then change clothes. After performing the prayer in the room, I went back down the stairs for lunch. In the family room, there is a mother who is sitting relaxed while watching television shows.

"Why are those smiles?" asked my mother to look at me in astonishment.

I'm still standing in the same place. Asked like that, I held back my laughter. Mother should not know that her beautiful daughter is in love with a math teacher at school. Mother must not know that we are both secretly dating without anyone's knowledge.

"What's up, anyway?" repeat mother asked again.

"The face of the mother remained young. The aura is getting pretty. It's worth it Daddy's getting more and more in love," I said honestly trying to please him.

Mother was stunned while looking in wonder at me.

"Daddy's pocket money is over?" ask mom to look.

I laughed again upon hearing the question.

"If you want to add it, you can" I replied with a small laugh.

I heard someone walking from the living room. Putting some books in the glass cabinet, my father sat on the sofa staring intently at me. I didn't expect you to come home so soon from the office. Feelings began to calm fear of impromptu interrogation season two.

"There is no extra pocket money for students who have dared to gombalin his teacher," he said.

I was surprised to find a ferocious aura on my father's face. My heart thumped withstanding fear and resentment at the same time. I don't know who told that to Dad.

"Sit. We need to hear your explanation, "my father's order is again to interrogate.

Footsteps are heavy for walking. My heart was filled with anxiety when I revealed my secret story with Mr. Alfin. I realized I had violated their orders to date. In a worried debar, I still hope my love for her is not wrong

My heart continued to beat fast as my father unceasingly stared intently. In the midst of a heartless situation, I hope that the two of them do not know about my special relationship with Mr. Alfin.

"Let's explain why you dare to fight your teacher in class? Want to follow along like other students out there?" ask dad furiously.

I was silent while looking down. Starting to think, it seems like father is only concerned about the fight. A little relieved feeling so that they do not know the love story that I have been hiding.

"Fani, asked me not to just shut up. Remember dong if you ask for money like anything." Mother chimed.

Hearing that, I held back my laughter. The atmosphere that was originally so tense was now slightly eased. The purple hijab woman turned to sit next to the father and rubbed the forehead of the husband who looked wet with sweat.

"So in the classroom the math teacher was too serious. His intention was just a joke, let his sleepiness disappear," I replied looking for an excuse.

"The name of the teacher is serious. You as a student must also seriously follow the lesson," he said.

Exactly the same advice that Mr. Alfin always emphasized during this time. I nodded trying to get better. In the heart still did not expect if the fist could reach the ears of the father. I'm so suspicious of Deliana.

"Now I'm asking, why is your mathematical value not progressing?"

My heart is pounding again and again. There's no way I would tell you if I faced Mr. Alfin in class, the brain was so hard to digest the lesson. His eyes failed me to concentrate. His handsome face made the mind drift away imagining the future.

"Fani.." call dad to break the daydream.

"Fani has tried to learn as much as possible. Please, don't be angry, father" I said with a sad face as possible.

Forgive your son, Dad. Since the presence of Mr. Alfin became a special person, I don't know why my mathematical value has made no progress at all. In fact, I hope Mr. Alfin can change me for the better. I murmured in my heart.

I see you seem to think. Many times massaging his forehead while glancing at me at a glance. Shortly thereafter, reach for the phone that was on the table. When he was about to call, he stood up to the middle room window.

"Bund, I have PR Mathematics. Teach ya, bun," I said slowly so that I wouldn't listen.

"This mother is dizzy thinking about work. You should learn the same group of friends who are smarter" he suggested.

I let out a pissed breath. Mr. Alfin should be willing to teach me with all the love like a lover out there. But in reality, Mr. Alfin could charge dozens of problems that are so difficult to solve. How else, he asked me to collect that task tomorrow.

"Prepare. Your tutoring teacher is coming soon," said the father, putting his cell phone in his pants pocket.

"Who, Dad?" I was surprised and curious at the same time.

Not responding, I just went to the room. Followed by mother from behind. I just want to make sure the tutor you contacted wasn't Mr. Alfin.

The mind immediately became confused. If Mr. Alfin comes, I'm afraid of being caught dating. If the teacher you're calling is someone else, I hope it's not Mr. Hendi. Mathematics teacher IPS class is famous killer and not fun when explaining the material.

I immediately climbed up the stairs to the room. Forgetting the initial plan for lunch. Picking up the phone lying on the bed, I immediately called Mr. Alfin.

"Sir Alfin is coming here?" ask when the phone starts to connect. Someone there hasn't spoken a word. Panicking, I even forgot to say hello.

"What do you mean, huh?" Mr. Alfin asked back.

"Did Mr. Alfin call you to be my tutor?" ask me directly without wanting to talk.

"Call your father?" He's turning the question around.

I snort.

"I'm still in this cafe" he told me.

"Yes, Mr. Alfin. Bye." I immediately disconnected the phone with a little relief.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the feeling returned unsettled. If not Mr Alfin, then who else? I wondered in my heart. Suddenly not ready if Mr. Hendi who came. Suddenly hesitated if there was a new teacher you had prepared for me.

The sound of a motorbike engine was heard entering the home page. Quickly, I immediately picked up a math book and a pink dosgrip containing a complete stationery. Then rushed down to see firsthand who the tutoring teacher was that had struck me with curiosity.

I watched the man from behind the middle room window. Get off the motorcycle, the young man never took off the helmet. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as I realized it wasn't Mr. Hendi. The man appeared to be wearing a short red t-shirt combined with black jeans. He stood facing to the side. His face was covered in a black cloth mask.

I saw he was busy looking for something in his blue backpack. When the helmet opened, what was in the hand immediately fell on the floor. I looked at the man with a thumping heart.

Seriate.......

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