MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G

MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G 51

Hardinata woke up in the early hours; she was in one bed with Tristan; if I'm honest—ia really felt dirty. How could he not even escape the confines of a Tristan? This body had been filled with reddish marks; not a single one was left behind by the reach of those lips; disgust, that was the feeling that was being portrayed at this moment.

Hardinata doesn't want to be here much longer. He asked someone to pick him up. Early today too; he left Tristan's apartment; and decided to go to a rural village in Malang. He also gave all the work in the office to the secretary, because he planned to leave for two weeks— or more— which essentially until the deadline could not be determined.

A glass of Virgin Pina Colada—mixture between: pineapple juice, coconut cream, and rum was completed, and served into a glass snifter; a glass with a short rod and a large bowl—so allow others to stir the drink he drank. “Virgin Pina Colada,“ exclaimed Juan served the cocktail to Herman, the uncle.

How does Herman know Juan works here? Of course from the lips Pandu— who likes boasting everywhere it—so the whole family knows; and make Herman investigate Juan's personal life. “You need a job, you can work in the office om, Juan. Don't be shy family,“ said Herman. Juan smiled bitterly. For almost three years; juan lived quietly; but his life was disturbed by the presence of an old family.

“Thy family? I'm sorry, but you're nobody to me anymore, Mr. Herman.“ said Juan sarcasm. “You were still—“ Herman's words were immediately cut by Juan. “Don't forget, I've been crossed off the family card. So, we have nothing to do anymore. I beg Mr. Herman, please do not disturb my life. I am happy.“ said Juan confirmed.

Herman drank the drink he ordered. Juan was firm in opinion; just like his father, Gio; it did not waver easily no matter how the storm hit. “You want to be CEO in the office, you can help, Juan.“, Herman said again. I don't know why this sounds like Herman is degrading Juan. Juan started to get emotional. “Pak Herman Lim's. Please finish your drink and leave here soon.“ said Juan. Herman and Juan looked at each other as if there was electricity there.

Chris woke up earlier than Daffin. The gentle mane of the hair; it eluses slowly and affectionately; the Daffin is too precious to care for. Uhm, except when in bed, Chris's mind. If that could be an exception. “Met morning dear,“ said Chris while rubbing Daffin cheek. “Build, yes? We shower together and coffee trus below,“ said Chris again. “Eumh,“ murmured Daffin rubbed his head against Chris' chest; hugged Chris tightly.

“Hm? Bangun~ Later enter again, how? Want?“ said Chris. “Don't~ Bare again five minutes,“ murmured Daffin with a hoarse voice typical of new people waking up. Chris wants to be a bitch. He put one finger into the hole. It just so happened that the two of them were still wearing nothing. “Ngghh mahs don't ja-ihl ahh,“ murmured Daffin still with his eyes closed. Chris chuckles amusedly. Chris was idle and even more to corner the hole deeply. “Ugh, mahs aaahhh ssstt eummhh,“ murmured Daffin furrowed eyebrows. Something felt wet in Chris' stomach. Chris took off the blanket. Daffin came out, Chris inwardly as he looked at the thick white liquid above the sprai—until it hit the stomach.

“Tuh, right? Out again mas? Ih, really nice,“

“Who is trying to build and not wake up? Cepetan~ Mandi~ We copy,“

Daffin wakes up lazy. If only it wasn't her own husband; Daffin would have been furious. Uh, the pain in the hole also made Daffin a little bit excited to be angry. This time let it go, Inner Daffin. Buffet food menu and a cup of robusta coffee in the morning; hm, it was a very pleasant morning; especially accompanied by a beloved husband.

You could say this type of robusta coffee is a favorite of Daffin. He has a distinctive flavor; ranging from: bitter, low-sugar, and nut-scented. In addition; when this coffee is brewed with very hot water temperature; the sensation of aroma like burning tires will feel— also tends to be thicker, because it contains caffeine that is quite high. Daffin deliberately asked the waiter here to add liquid milk— so that the coffee eaten is not too thick.

“Oh yes mas,“ Excite Daffin. Chris also looked. “Can I open a semi bar cafe business?“ ask Daffin while putting the cup on the table. Both of Chris' eyebrows furrowed. “Who handles it? You have no background in understanding the problem of coffee or drinks,“ said Chris while sipping latte. “Can learn mas?“ daffin. “Partially I have a lecture— who works at that bar. He must understand the problem of ginian,“ said Daffin again explained. Let's hope Chris agrees, Daffin's mind is hopeful. Daffin also cannot expect too much from the world of artistry. Job is quiet; and Daffin also needs busyness.

“Gini aja, mas love you the middle way,“ said Chris. “Hm? What is the middle way?“ ask Daffin still does not understand. “You, take the course first. Learn the problem of making coffee, trus how differentin types of coffee, the point around coffee,“ said Chris. Hm, true also said Chris, Inner Daffin nodded his head.

Chris is back to work as usual. Chris was looking for a paper containing a contract of work that he made yesterday the day after. “Where, yes?“ chris murmured not to find that piece of paper everywhere. “In the apartment deh keknya,“ murmured Chris again. Chris rushed back to the apartment. “Daff,“ exclaims Chris as he arrives at the apartment. “Uhm? Wh why? How to go home?“ cerca Daffin was surprised to see the sudden return of Chris—.

“Mas, again want to find that white paper. That's a contract job. Today must be dipake.“ said Chris. Daffin also helped Chris find the paper in question. Chris' entire workspace has even been searched. Niente. The paper does not exist at all. Huft, Chris sighed while shaking his waist. Where else to try? Timing, anyway?, murmured Chris astonished.

“Daff, try your hand again. You did not intentionally throw away that paper? You are getting settled?“ ask Chris. I don't know why Daffin felt Chris' mood was not good. Daffin tried to recall it. Yesterday the day after tomorrow, huh? Hm, muttered Daffin seemed to think hard. “I-it..,“ muttered Daffin as he remembered; at that time he accidentally saw a sheet of white paper. But, because Daffin thought it was garbage, so he threw it in the trash.

Duh, what about it?, Daffin's mind. “Why? How's it? Inglet?“ ask Chris with emphasis. Daffin gulped at the glint of Chris—'s sharp eyes. “Don't tell me you threw away that paper, Daffin?“ cetus Chris guessed. “I-iya mas,“ said Daffin with a slightly vibrating voice because of fear; chris jaw was hardened. He growled.

THE PLAQUE! Chris slapped Daffin's cheek very hard. “You know? The contract is very important, Daffin. That's a contract of tens of billions.“ said Chris glared furiously. Daffin widened his shocked eyes while holding his hot cheek. Chris just slapped me?, Inner Daffin. “Ma-sorry mas, a-I really don't know,“ said Daffin. “Freely you requested, Daff. The paper will not return again.“ said Chris.

“Get aside,“ said Chris coldly; pushed Daffin's body to the side; until Daffin pur's body shifted a few steps to the side. Chris decided to go back to the office. Daffin was pensive on the sofa. Chris, that's not Chris, is it?, inner Daffin. Why would Chris slap Daffin? Ahem, Daffin cleared his throat; held tightness in the chest. This was the first time Chris had been rude; it was even very rude.

After Chris leaves; Daffin steps out of Chris' office; and walks into the kitchen to get ice cubes. Then, he placed the ice cubes on a cloth; he tied them tightly; to be taped to his bruised left cheek. “Lu hold Daff you definitely hold,“ muttered Daffin just keep chanting the sentence on lip—so he does not shed tears of sadness. A few moments later; the tears were shed. Daffin can't contain it anymore.

Daru gaping wide. Didin, the father actually went home—wearing the army uniform. Djaka kissed Didin's hand. As per Didin's request yesterday; Djaka stayed here one night; Djaka also took a day off from the office. “Why bengong you, huh? The parents came home welcomed. Kiss hand. Not even diem, cake a fool just you.“ Didin said ketus to Daru. Daru kissed Didin's hand. “Smiles, Da. Papa doesn't like to see you pout on that cake. Papa came home for you.“ Didin said firmly. Daru also tried to smile; despite being forced.

“Ma, have you called Cecep Belom? Send it here,“ ask Didin. Hearing Cecep's name; Daru immediately shrieked. Cecep is Didin's brother. He was as cruel as Didin. “Udah, pa~ Again on the road he said,“ sahut Idah from the kitchen. Djaka gave a smile when he saw Daru could be so afraid of someone named Cecep; especially to his own father.

Didin and Djaka talk at length; didin tells about the military world; while Djaka tells about how he worked at the same company for approximately nine years. In the end, Djaka was transferred to Jakarta. Here Daru seems to be considered just a statue. Daru grunted softly.

“Well, that's om, Daru time to be married to a guy anyway? Geez no other girl kekckck,“ timpal Daru. “Om again talking to your papa, Da. Not the same you.“ said Cecep. Daru frowned; bouncing lips. “Si Djaka. Go straight home, Cep. Really original. Djak, you seriously want to marry Daru?“ didin said at once asking. “Iya om, I'm serious,“ sahut Djaka steady. “What you are!“ said Daru giving a murderous look to Djaka. “DARU!“ reprimand Didin yelling.

Cecep and Didin were whispering to each other. “Djaka, we chat three in the workspace,“ Didin said. Daru also leaned on the sofa while breathing heavily after three men— which is very very annoying. “Da,“ exciting Idah accompany Daru sitting on the sofa. “Mama names? Are you destroying your life, Daru? Ngatur Daru. Because mama knows, Daru will not be able to say no to papa. Is this what you mean to make Daru happy? Huh huh? That, ma?“ daru was angry.

“Daru will not be sorry mama is equally papa for life, Daru, ma.“ said Daru. “Daru!“ exciting Didin. “How dare you talk to your own mama, huh?! What kind of child are you?!“ said Didin angrily with a dead red face. Daru also looked. Both of Daru's eyes turned red. In his heart he growled until both his hands clenched tightly. Idah stood up; asked Didin to control himself.

Daru smiled bitterly. He looked one by one at everyone here. “Daru tired, pa.“ said Daru darted into the room. He also turned on the music as loud as— until it was heard outside. “Udah, pa. Let Daru calm down first,“ said Idah. When Didin wanted to approach Daru into the room. Djaka looked at Daru's room deeply. “Sorry,“ Inner Djaka.

Hardinata has arrived in Kampoeng Goenoeng, Malang; a few hours ago. “Daughter? Eyang Kakung's? Assalamu'alaikum,“ exclaimed Hardinata while saying hello. The old couple welcomed Hardinata's arrival. “Hardi!“ eyang Putri kissed Hardinata's face. “Wa'alaikumussalam, sign in,“ he said.

“Why didn't you come here to say something, Har?“ ask Tasmirah. Hardinata smiled as well. “Kangen same eye, lah~“ says Hardinata. “Hardi would like to stay here bi-weekly yes, Eyang?“ hardinata suddenly said. Tasmirah looked at Hardinata's face. He even came without a single garment. Surely Hardinata is very much in a hurry, Inner Tasmirah.

Tasmirah tau; Hardinata held something inside. Highlight those sad eyes; Tasmirah is not blind; to know the sorrow and turmoil of the grandson. From childhood Hardinata was abstaining from telling his own two parents; when he had any difficulties. The only places to complain are Karno and Tasmirah. “Sini sat next door,“ says Tasmirah. Hardinata is approaching.

“What problem do you have, Le? Same story,“ said Tasmirah. Hardinata suddenly smiled wryly. He lowered his head. “Le?“ tasmirah again. “That.. Ma-maafin Hardi.“ said Hardinata apologized. Hardinata's voice trembled slightly. “Why, Le? Why are you apologizing? You are not at all wrong, Le,“ said Tasmirah. “Har-Hardi..“ Hardinata murmured; his throat felt choked.

“Slow-slow, Le,“ says Tasmirah. Hardinata also told him all the things he had experienced so far—also the incident last night—which where he had been touched by Tristan. Hardinata shed tears. Tasmirah tried to calm the grandchild. “Le.. Sing patient yo, Le.. It could be that he really loves you, Le,“ said Tasmirah; although not justified; Tasmirah also does not want to blame. Because Tasmirah knows; heart and feelings are two things that cannot be forced.

Karno and Tasmirah also gave some tips to Hardinata. “Le, don't let you hate him, Le. Your heart must be clean. You talk to him again later, what does he mean? Selesein's your problem all right, Le. Don't run away from trouble. The problem is getting bigger if you run, Le.“ said Tasmirah advising. Hardinata smiled; she also breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a lot of advice from Karno and Tasmirah— complaining to the elders in the family; indeed it was the best decision.

“Honey,“ exclaims Chris kissed Daffin's forehead; as Daffin welcomed Chris' return. Daffin smiled thinly; when getting a sweet treatment from Chris. Daffin grabbed the briefcase out of Chris's hand, then put it in the room. Daffin. Chris took a breath. I've gone too far with Daffin, Chris' inner.

Chris approached Daffin to the kitchen after sitting for a few minutes on the sofa. He grabbed Daffin's body from behind. “Sorry dear mas, mas was already the same emotion you,“ said Chris. Daffin who was stirring a cup of warm tea was stopped instantly. Daffin sobbed a little; recalling the incident this morning. Chris turned Daffin's body around. He looked at Daffin's eyes as he rubbed the cheek gently.

Chris kissed Daffin's hand with his eyes closed and full of feeling. He has been peeping that hand for a long time. Daffin, I might not be able to guarantee that it won't be for you anymore. But, to be honest I don't want to lose you for a second, Daffin, Chris's inner being opens his eyes. Daffin. True, when we love others sincerely, surely we will forgive our loved ones easily. What marriage is without tests in it? Right, guys?

Daffin hugged Chris by wrapping his hands around Chris' neck. Chris elus backs Daffin gently while whispering words of love. “You don't want to love anymore? Hm? In front of TV?“ Chris Goda. Daffin buried his face in the recess of Chris' neck spoiled. “No want~ Tau!“ sahut Daffin rubbed his head there.

After cleaning himself in the bathroom; Chris also helped Daffin— serve dishes on the table. There are fried gurame and sambal ulek. Simple; but it becomes more delicious when we eat it together with the people we love. “Daff,“ Excite Chris. “Hm?“ sahut Daffin while taking the side dish on the plate. “Ntar you try to make a typical sauce banjar, deh. Used to be sent the same temen from Banjarmasin that, Daff. That original sauce is really good. Beerrr continues,“ says Chris.

“Ever read anyway. That's sambelnya kuwit lemonade. Ntar deh I try to find in the market ntar,“ said Daffin. Hm, by the way since when can I cook a gini cake? Though in the past, there was no look can cook, strange, inner Daffin. Finish washing dishes; Daffin also brings some kind of fruit to the front of the TV. It is best eaten after eating the main meal. “Daff mango daff,“ says Chris. Daffin sliced the mango flesh, then fed it directly into Chris' mouth.

Chris scrunched his eyebrows. “Why why?“ ask Daffin. “Asem bit, Daff,“ says Chris. Daffin also tasted a piece of mango that he peeled just now. Right, it tastes sour, inner Daffin. “Diboongin one hundred percent this mah, mas. Her mother said sweet. Tau-taunya asem,“ said Daffin sebal. “But, got me sweet right babe?“ chris blinked a few times. “Paan si ah,“ said Daffin was upset; directly put a piece of mango into Chris' mouth.

“When to sleep!“ exclaimed Daffin immediately lowered his body on the mattress. Chris closed the door for a moment. Before going to bed; Chris smeared the serum on his face. Only then did he fall beside Daffin. “This is dear mas olesin to your face as well,“ said Chris applying serum to the face of Daffin. While Daffin is engrossed in surfing social media instagram.

“Eh? Can emang? I am still 18 years old mas~“ said Daffin without turning his head. “Can /lah~ This tuh product is guaranteed safe. Skin sensitive mas, so mas must look for serum products that can be made by teenagers as adults so dear~“ Chris said. “But, your face has no acne at all, huh? Sensitive from where to try?“ daffin. “Kan mas treatment too? How the hell,“ says Chris.

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