MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G

MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G 55

Tristan confronts Chris at the entrance of the campus. Chris just got out of the car. Highlight Tristan's eyes were so sharp and full of anger. Bugh. Tristan punches Chris; just as Chris is getting closer. Everyone screamed and shut their mouths in disbelief. How does a lecturer like Tristan punch a fellow lecturer as well? What else is Chris? Chris looked up and touched the corner of his lips. “Tristan?“ chris muttered and was astonished. Tristan clutches Chris' shirt collar, then punches him back. Tristan really is like a man who's already in disloyalty.

“Cuih!“ Tristan also spit. “Lu not pantes called lecturer, Chris. Heh, I think you've changed, it turns out you are still the same cake first, like sick to others,“ said Tristan cold. Chris still doesn't understand where the Tristan's talking is going. Tristan's eyes even glared. He's very angry. “You mean what, huh? Lu dateng-dateng hit me,“ said Chris. “You can't part Daffin, mending you release him. No one wants to be the same. You never throw away your temperament that likes to beat and torture your loved ones. Good thing Cindy didn't marry you. I can't imagine how he'll suffer later, motherfucker,“ said Tristan.

Bugh. Tristan again punches Chris; until a security guard tries to mediate a fight between the two lecturers. This is not because he— who has special feelings for Daffin, but because he hates others so-called husband even physically hurt his own wife without the slightest guilt. “God never sleeps, Chris. I'm sure God will bales all the heartache Daffin to you many times over,“ said Tristan snorted. Chris smiled bitterly. Where does Tristan know? Setau Chris; Daffin and Tristan not so familiar—also Daffin is not typical of people— who want to tell personal problems to others.

FLASHBACKS

After he gets unpleasant treatment from Chris. He decided to go out on a walk. Even determined not to go home to the apartment, and prefer to go home to his parents only. Daffin, he tried to entertain himself by gathering with friends such as: Baron, Daus, Firman, and Halim. At Tanamera Caffe in Kebayoran Baru the five of them gathered while sharing the story. Whether it's about work or the world of college. Here most senior Halim alias older. But, even so he had never relied on age status to ask for respect from others.

Suddenly, Halim's eyes glared at Daffin's neck and wrist. Blue?, inner Halim. Chris. One name suddenly appeared in the mind of Halim—pun immediately clenched his hands. Halim intends to tell this to Mayang, Chris' mother. Don't let Chris hurt anyone more than this. And Halim would bet, that Mayang did not know this at all. Heh, Halim snorted in heart. “Daff? Your hand why?“ cetus Baron's. Daffin looks a little nervous. In the end there were others who realized that other than Halim.

“So I again maen same son next door neighbor of my apartment. Uh, pulled-pull ama her my hand,“ said Daffin bobbing head. Daffin tried to smile, although the look in his eyes painted a great sadness. “Well, that's what makes me males maen ama bocil,“ timpal Baron. Daffin smiled as he took a sip of his tangerine latte. “Job you now how? Have you recovered?“ ask Daus. Daffin raises his shoulders no matter what. The world of art is like that. It can easily rise and achieve success. On the contrary it can also easily fall far to the bottom.

“Serious no job samsk you?“ daus said he was not expecting. “Not yet~ But, but nih, huh? I have been in contact with several fashion magazines. Model is the term. I also got a call from my boss. The day after tomorrow, he was told to the office that someone was being chatted, he said. I think there will be a new job. Small-time also not papa,“ said Daffin at length. May Daffin be flooded with his artistic job, rather than ngadepin the face of two Chris cakes, Inner Halim while eating Caesar Salad.

After satisfied the photos with the concept of badboy. Daffin decided to go home soon. Hah, mental steel so much him, inner Halim. Halim so praised Daffin's cleverness in storing everything he felt. Even his smile was so bright, and did not show any sadness at all. “Bareng I aja, Daff,“ said Halim. “Gue mo first sightseeing around here, you first aja,“ sahut Daffin. “Gue first yes, ngab? Call me if you need a cane,“ said Halim, then get in the car.

After the road for a while. Daffin finds hawker foot five. There are various types of food such as: seblak, odading, batagor, and others. “Mang, cilornya yes 10rb,“ said Daffin—pun lowering mask. “Daffin?“ exciting Tristan. Daffin looked over. “Eh? Pakdos?“ daffin's Mumbles. “Only you? You think you're with Chris?“ tristan. Daffin smiled stiffly; as Tristan called out Chris' name. “Hm, no, sir,“ says Daffin. “Daff?“ tristan looked at Daffin with a sharp look. “You're not papa?“ tanya Tristan seemed to be holding back emotions. “Errrr ng-no papa, sir. I'm fine,“ says Daffin.

“But, your neck..,“ Tristan murmur. Of course this is Chris, Tristan's mind guessed. Daffin. “This is because maen same child kec—“ said Daffin directly cut by Tristan. “You don't defend Chris' cake man. He must be taught a lesson, Daff,“ said Tristan coldly. Pak Tirta tau?, Daffin's inner wonder. He never told anyone at all. Tristan hates the most; if a husband hurts his own wife. Enough had the mother suffered; beaten by her own father before her; when she was a child. And at that moment he was unable to do anything. But, this time, he didn't want to make people as good as Daffin felt pain; just like what his mother had felt before. Fuck, inner Tristan.

FLASHBACK OFF

Chris and Daffin cross paths in the corridor. There was also Juan. Why did Chris battered that cake?, Inner Daffin. “To my room now, Daffin. I want to talk to you,“ said Chris coldly, then left Daffin just like that. “Gue mo to office first. You go first, Jo,“ said Daffin. Juan felt something was wrong. Then, he also checked his cellphone—which had been ringing non-stop. It was a campus group chat, and they were talking about a fight between Chris and Tristan this morning.

From some video footage. Tristan looks very angry while saying, “It turns out you are still the same cake first, like the pain of others, if you can not be happyin Daffin, mending you release him,“. Juan's feeling is bad. Juan took the initiative to follow Daffin to the office secretly. Eh? Mr Tristan?, inner Juan. As he sees Tristan also standing in front of Chris' office door. Tristan placed his index finger in front of his lips; as a signal to keep Juan still.

Daffin tried to cover his chest, and helped treat Chris' wounds. Chris continued to stare at Daffin barely blinking at all. Daffin. But he just pretended he didn't know. After he finished his treatment; Chris held Daffin's arm; tried to hold Daffin back so he wouldn't just walk away. “Yesterwhy don't you go home?“ chris asked coldly. Chris' grip on Daffin's arm grew stronger. “And I texted you, mas? If I stay at my mom's house. More precisely I want to stay at home mama,“ said Daffin.

“You know it's your husband, Daffin. But, why did you even go home to your parents without mas? Hm? Don't embarrass yourself in front of your parents, Daffin,“

“Mas, if you feel ashamed, please change your attitude to me. Even if you are conscious and really want to change. But, for the kek mas people, I'm not sure mas can change that fast. Take care of me,“

Instead of letting go; his grip just getting stronger; to make Daffin grimace. Chris angry. He's very emotional. “You want what, Daffin?“ ask Chris. Daffin took something out of his pants pocket. It was a wedding ring. “Sorry, I want us to divorce, mas,“ said Daffin while putting the ring on Chris' desk. Both of Chris' eyebrows swooped sharply. “Divorce? Heh,“ murmured Chris smiled lightly. “You can't live without gold, Daffin. You want a divorce? It's bullshit! Pack your ring again, Daffin,“ said Chris Ketus.

Hahahahaha, Daffin laughed out loud. A laugh that looks very bitter. “Without you I am calmer, happier, mas. Whether I am too blind love ato what, ampe I myself do not know if your true nature is apparently like mukul own wife. Release me mas, and from this moment we are no longer a married couple. We're divorced!“ said Daffin deliberately amplified his voice at the end. Heh, would you like to look me in the eye? Sorry, I'm Daffin, not as weak as you think, mas, inner Daffin. A moment later; Chris immediately pushed Daffin; to make Daffin's body come into contact with the table very hard.

His breath is hunting. That loving look seemed to make this world belong to only two. Hardinata poked her hand around Tristan—pun Tristan's neck kissing her shoulder while feeling the p a h a area gently and affectionately. Hardinata closed her eyes; enjoyed every touch; made the whole body creep, hot, and unable to make any contact with things. Tristan covered his lips, making the two exchange saliva.

Suddenly Hardinata woke up from his slumber in the early hours of the morning. Damnit damnit! He dreamed of something no-no. Why can I dream of Tristan, and again so right?, inner Hardinata riled. He glanced at the wall clock. It's only three in the morning. He also chose to get up and out of the room, then he turned on the light switch until the entire room in the apartment was brightly lit. In the front room; he watched a movie accompanied by a glass of water. Damnit damnit! The dream had just returned to ringing until it made the hero a little stiffened.

Four hours later. Hardinata is getting ready to go to the office. Shortly after he opened the door. It was struck by Tristan— who was standing alone on the wall and both hands were crossed in a d a d. “Ngapain you here?“ ask Hardinata. “Just want to pick you up doang, want to nganterin you ngantor,“ said Tristan. Looking around, it seems like Tristan has been waiting here for a long time without hitting the bell at all. “Sorry, but I have my own car. You just want to go home,“ said Hardinata, then just walk away.

Tristan also ventured to hold Hardinata—pun Hardinata hands immediately delicated. “Lepasin,“ says Hardinata. Heh, what am I a child? Pake was led to hold the hand of all, the inner Hardinata was upset. “Kalo I let go, later you run,“ Tristan said looking at both eyes Hardinata by making his face close to Hardinata's face. Tristan smiled meaningfully. Ting. Elevator door opens. Hardinata walked first, although in the position of his hand still held by Tristan. Hold hands can I do this? It was fortunate that he was again such a henchman haha, Inner Tristan.

When Hardinata wants to walk to his own car. Tristan immediately pulled Hardinata's wrist towards his car. He opened the car door for Hardinata. He did get a murderous look from Hardinata. But, Hardinata still just like that. Haha yes it is not forced into?, inner Tristan. In the car, Tristan held Hardinata's hand all the way to the office. Hardinata ditched face—trying not to meet with Tristan.

“Feelings I used to be a good girl deh ampe I'm courin too. But this time it was hard, huh? Even though you tried to exit a thousand styles, still rejected?“ tristan's words make Hardinata stuck. “Most marennya less far,“ murmured Hardinata. “Hah? Whahuh? Less distant? Less far what?“ cerca Tristan's. “Can be off no heck,“ said Hardinata long ago so upset himself. Tristan's deaf or what, anyway? Cup. Tristan gave a kiss in Hardinata's hand. Kontan Hardinata. He grunts. Tristan pretended not to know. “Could come to dalem nak?“ tristan. Arriving in front of Hardinata's office. Hardinata got out of the car, then went inside followed by Tristan in the back. Tristan was a prankster; he occasionally tried to wrap his hands around Hardinata's hips, but was immediately pushed aside. Until Tristan made a laugh.

Daru was staring at some photos on social media seriously. Hm, it feels like cake knows me, inner Daru. The photo suddenly went viral and was reposted by many accounts on instagram, twitter, and facebook. First, a photo—yang where he was sitting in a canteen. Second, a photo—yang where he was looking to ride on the motor. Daru had to make the photo. Bah, is this Djaka?, inner Daru does not believe. Even in tiktok there is a video compilation in the form of pictures of course— which at that time Djaka out of a mini market.

Crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy I guess which artist. His height plus the suit he wears fits right in the body, praise Daru in his heart without him knowing. Ting ting. The sound of the house bell rang. Daru who was busy falling was forced to move from the sofa. At home too; daru clothes remain stylish with black trousers, black shirt motifs, as well as comma hair. Daru immediately squinted, when he saw who was coming. “Who, Da?“ ask from inside. “Daughter nih nyariin,“ sahut Daru meledek.

“What mommy boyfriend? You're the bottom, Da. Eh? Djaka?“ idah. Daru doesn't care. He went straight into the room and locked the door. “Da? There's another guest, when you're rooming, anyway? Not polite to know,“ said Idah. “That's a guest of mama, not my guest,“ Daru said from the inside. Idah pangling saw Djaka at the moment. He looks brighter and fresher. “This is the plan I want to make sure Daru out, aunt. Let him all go to college, then I go back to the office as well,“ said Djaka while giving a hand to Idah.

“Djak, same Daru his patient, yes?“ idah is encouraging. Of course Djaka will continue to be patient. It's just a matter of time until then comes—which is where Daru will fall in love with him. “Da? Daru?“ exclaim Djaka from outside while knocking on the door of the room. “Daru? You're in dalem?“ exclaimed Djaka again, but there was no response at all from Daru. Djaka tried to turn the door knob. But, it's locked. “Djak, the spare key in the drawer is there,“ said Idah in a soft voice.

Djaka also took the spare key in the drawer, then opened Daru's room door. Eh? Where to go Daru?, inner Djaka. When the door was opened, there was nobody in the room. “Daru? Da? Daru?“ exclamation Djaka furrowed his brows. Faintly; Djaka heard like there was a strange sound from the bathroom. Hm? What sound, huh?, inner Djaka tried to bring his ears closer to the bathroom door. Djaka also sharpened his hearing. “Sst aahhh aahhh mhhh ngghh aahhh,“ murmured Daru inside. Eh? Da-Daru again what?, the inner Djaka gulped. Djaka is getting hot cold.

“Daru!“ exclaimed Djaka just after turning the door knob. Djaka widened his eyes with his mouth wide open. Djaka froze while winking a few times. Daru again iloc?, inner Djaka. When he saw Daru leaning against the bathroom wall while holding the hero— who was then spitting white liquid up to the floor with several shots. A few moments later. Crazy one! Goddammit! Damnit damnit! I've lost my own face son of a bitch, Daru's inner grumbling. “Out, lu!“ said Daru ketus while pushing Djaka's body.

“Kalo want iloc do not forget ajakin brother, so we can play together hahahahaha,“ said Djaka laughed loosely. “Keet you son of a bitch! There!!“ daru said furiously. Daru tries to push Djaka's body out. But, Djaka instead blocked the door of the room, and the sand was there. “Well, that's one of the alesan you must nerima brother so your husband. Let what? Let anyone can serve to you every day hahaha,“ goda Djaka—pun directly got a blow from Daru on the shoulder.

Hap. Djaka also managed to hold Daru's body from the front. “Da, brother promise will try to make a successful and responsible husband for you,“ said Djaka seriously. Djaka's gaze was also a bit more profound. “Cih! EGPS! Release me!“ daru said. Djaka further tightened his hold, and looked at Daru deeply. “Da, even if you refuse sister thousands of times, brother will not turn bright. Even brother forgets when was the last brother dating, because all this time only you have in mind brother, Da. Brother is determined to be a successful person, trus day work malem to be able to dapetin you Da someday,“ said Djaka at length from the heart.

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