MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G

MY TEACHER TURNED G 58

Chris lives alone in the apartment. He's hardly been out of here at all, since these two weeks. He also works from the apartment. If there's any need; he'll call the office guy to deliver the files here. Tring tring tring. Chris's HP is ringing. It was from one of the spies he hired. “Sorry, disrupt, sir. Daffin Hernando is in Block M Square, sir,“ said the man from across the street. The phone connection was also cut off. Chris picked up a black mask, a hat and a car key.

Chris's one eye was blind. But, know that it does not mean he can not drive. Just reduced speed. Chris was really excited; hearing the news that Daffin was okay, and was hanging out with his friends. Arrive at Block M Square. Chris saw someone singing a song. That's Daffin, Chris' inner. Then, he looked for a place a little far from where Daffin was sitting. Just here. Is correct. Simply looking at Daffin from here alone, has been able to make this longing in the heart a little treated.

Chris did not understand; what song Daffin was singing. But, for sure the song sounds very deep. I don't know why Chris felt a bit sore as slashed. This longing in the heart hurts more than anything. Chris smiled bitterly holding tight in a d a d a. Even Chris' eyes were red. Daffin, I'm sorry, Chris' inner. “Chris?“ exclaim someone. Chris also looked. He is Ganendra. How could Ganendra recognize me? Though I've made a black mask?, inner Chris.

“Why are you here? Why not nyamperin Daffin?“ ask Ganendra. Chris speaks a thousand languages. Ganendra smiled meaningfully. “Don't tell me you're with Daffin already separated?“ ganendra was on target. Chris smiled wryly. Honestly, he was no longer able to say anything. Want him to step forward, then say, “Daffin, I'm coming,“. But that is very unlikely. He knew; he realized; that what he had done all this time to Daffin was a big mistake. In Chris' little heart; he wished very much; that God might give him and Daffin one more chance.

“Chris.. When the second chance comes for you and Daffin. Use as best as possible, because there will be no more fourth third chance let alone fifth. He's independent, he's kind of like you, he's educated, what's Chris lacking? You're the same with him, huh? You see me now. Why don't I get married now after failing a few times? Because in the past I always felt like a second chance, Chris,“, said Ganendra at length.

“Ganendra.. My hands are dirty, I'm afraid Daffin, he'll hate me for the rest of his life. But, honestly I can't live without him, Ganendra. Every day I meet different girls. But, what? Only he who can make me feel almost crazy cake just because think of him,“ said Chris felt very guilty. Daffin is so close, but also hard to reach. Hah, Chris also let out a heavy sigh. Dear daffin, very kangen mas, very kangen mas same you, Daffin, inner Chris. Ganendra also smiled thinly while touching Chris' shoulder; encouraging.

After the wedding two weeks ago. Herman lives with Efan in a housing estate on Jl. Ciuncal, Ciracas, East Jakarta. The building is arguably not too big; with an area of 60 square meters, two bedrooms, and one bathroom near the kitchen. This was one of the conditions of— proposed by Efan; if Herman wanted to be helped by himself, that was to live in this little house together. Efan does not want to drop his own pride, by living in a luxurious super duper house, and the magnificent— owned by Herman. Efan also forbade Herman to give him some money. You could say he helped Herman without asking for anything in return.

Sleep in a different room. To be honest whether it was Efan or Herman; they still looked very awkward. Before deciding to get married, they look like best friends, love to tell this and that story. After marriage, it feels like the first person to know. Don't ask them how far they've gone. A kiss never. Efan has been home since three o'clock this afternoon. If at home; definitely dressed mediocre. Thin t-shirts and knee-length shorts.

A bowl of fried instant noodles, plus boiled eggs, and three tablespoons of chili is ready. Just look for exciting Japanese movies to watch, then he connects to TV, so he can be more satisfied watching the film. Efan watched a film— which he himself did not know the title of what—, which is clearly a film that tells the struggle of someone—who wants to become a reliable bicycle racer. The sound of cars from outside. It was Herman. “Assalamu'alaikum,“ Herman says hello while taking off his shoes, then put them on the shelf.

“Wa'alaikumussalam,“ says Efan. Herman sat down next to Ephan. He looks very tired even though he took off his suit, vest, and tie. Then, he took off the sky blue shirt, and left only a thin t-shirt. Herman yawns. He's a little sleepy. “Do not sleep in the afternoon, not good,“ said Efan reprimanded, then eat fried noodles. Efan glanced at the wall clock. “Udah four hours past, Her. You have prayed?“ ask Efan. Herman forbade Efan to call himself mas or om. Herman just wanted to be called by name.

“Sorry, I can not pray, alias do not know how to pray to how,“ said Herman felt bad. Efan smiled too. He did not make fun of Herman. Yes, understand it, it could be that he grew up in the middle of the family— which is minimal religious knowledge. Even teaching him to pray is not. Herman thought things out. Surely in the heart of Efan, he ilfil same I gegara I can not pray? He knows how to find money, inner Herman. “Ntar I teach you, but you take a shower first, ok?“ efan said later.

Moments later; shortly after Herman had finished his bath. Efan took Herman to the bathroom, and taught him how to abudu. Efan was praying ashar. But, in order to teach Herman prayer, he also repeated his prayer again. “Her, you follow my moves, yes?“ efan said while fixing the peci. Efan and Herman prayed together. Herman slowly followed the priestly movement, Ephan.

Living in a small house like this is both better than living in a big house—which there only discusses business and social status issues. Herman felt reborn. “Why Her? How to fuck?“ ask Efan. Honestly, Efan was actually awkward and nervous when talking to Herman. But, on the other hand, he was also unlikely to be so nonchalant and reserved. Huh, basic Herman, inner Efan. “Ef—“ said Herman stopped instantly. As Efan's phone rang suddenly.

It was a video call from both of Efan's parents: Nurul and Surya. “Efan, what are you cooking, son? Have you eaten belom?“ ask Nurul. “Ngot cook anything, ma. At most later go food if you want to eat mah,“ said Efan. Herman deliberately sat a bit away from Efan. He did not want to disturb the affection between the child and the mother. “Ef? Where's herman?“ ask Nurul. As he realized; Herman wasn't in the video call. Efan looked to the side. “Her? Here, vc same mama,“ exclaimed Efan, then grabbed Herman's hip. Herman was jolted with shock as well as the red tinge on both of his cheeks was faintly visible.

“Her? How are you, Her? Efan is not naughty, right?“ ask Nurul jokingly. Herman laughed too. “Alhamdulillaah well, ma. No, Efan is not naughty at all kok,“ said Herman. Without Efan knowing it, he still wrapped his hands around Herman's hips. Only this first time Herman can be this close to a man, and it makes Herman a little stubborn. Moreover, Efan's hands are also a little nosy to give small pinchings there. After finishing the video call; Efan immediately shot to the toilet. It was in Herman's mind to see the contents of Efan— which he put on the floor.

Herman unlocked the phone by sliding it up. Then, he opened one of the chat applications, which is whatsapp. Top chat from a woman named Widya. From the contents of the chat; it can be concluded that Widya has special feelings for Efan. But, what was Efan's answer to Widya? “Sorry, I already have a wife,“ wrote Efan in the chat. A thin smile was engraved on Herman's lips. Obviously every reply from Ephan; ephan was seen to be distancing himself and trying to be indifferent. I don't know why there's a glimmer of pleasure in the heart. When Efan said he had a wife. Though when viewed from the profile photo, Widya is quite beautiful as well, the inner Herman.

Daru locked himself in the room. Daru also chose to skip college for a few days. Trauma or what. Daru just keep thinking about the incident a few days ago it—yang where he was tainted by Djaka. Out of the room is most fitting to eat. Idah worry not play. But, Didin asked Idah to let it go. Daru is not that weak. Back again, he was the most back, Didin said. Daru suddenly remembered; when Djaka was on top, and he was on the bottom; he said the word 'again again' several times'. It was somehow Daru couldn't control his own lips.

Daru ruffled his hair ruffled. Why can I ask him again? Arrrrgh!, Daru's mind could not stand it anymore, then shouted very loudly. As usual; Daru always escaped quietly through the window. You guys know why? That's because Daru does not want to be interrogated by the mother or the father. Daru accidentally came out without a mask. He and Daffin made a deal at One Belpark. One of the malls located in Cilandak, South Jakarta. Daffin waits for Daru in front of Starbucks.

“Gue already moss waiting for you son of a bitch,“ said Daffin sarcasm. “Gue busy a lot of work,“ said Daru as if he was the busiest person in the world. Daffin twists lazy eyeball. Daffin wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt with CHMPS in the d a d section, white collar, black jeans, and white shoes. Daru was wearing a white shirt, a light brown gingham-patterned vest, and white pants made of cloth. You could say they both like accessories. Look at how those chain earrings hang beautifully in their ears. One Daffin eyebrow is also shaved forming a line at the end.

And the first place they will visit in this mall is Heritage The Factory Outlet. There is one of the lively cheap clothing centers in this mall. For a long time many girls swarmed over them; asking for signatures and photos together. Daffin and Daru gladly grant their request. Just a selfie and a signature. After satisfied shopping, and serving the demand of fans. Daffin and Daru selfie both and themselves first. Then they went to Solaria - One Belpark Mall to fill the stomach.

Daru nervous. Should he say that to Daffin? Uhm, it could be that Daffin has a solution to Daru's problem, right? “Daff,“ exciting Daru hesitating. “Hm?“ sahut Daffin while sipping iced tea through a straw. “Honestly I'm scared, Daff,“ Daru said later. Daru gulped while clenching his hands. “Emang you scared why? Huh?“ the Daffin. “Gue.. I've been knocked down by crazy people, Daff,“ Daru said. “Pft, huh? A madman? Mean lu? Seriously crazy people? Lu abis way to where emang?“ cerca Daffins. Almost Daffin spouted the drink he drank.

“Djaka, my crazy son of a bitch, Daff,“

“Trus?“

“Trus what? There is no trus-trusan. The point is he wants to marry me. You think to yourself,“

“Trus you want what?“

“Supply ato what cake. My head is dead-end. I also skipped college a few days, my original mager,“

Hm, advice, huh?, inner Daffin. Suddenly Daffin's memory spins back to last year's memories—which is the day he first knew Chris, then played Basketball one-on-one. Daffin used to hate Chris so much. But, what? That hate turned into love. Daffin smiled faintly. “Wait aja~ Berentar again you like, love, bin bucin kok ama om lu it,“ said Daffin smiled mysteriously. “Bangsat lu. You want me to do'ain get into the valley of suffering what? Your tea, Daff. Wrong I have asked for advice to you,“ said Daru annoyed. Daffin sighed while shaking his head. “Lu see only ntar. My words must be true, let alone you've been hacked ama om lu, yes you've stayed enjoy aja,“ said Daffin stupid. Daru was getting more and more upset. The streets instead of refreshing to make the heart more calm, even made emotion.

Hardinata stopped briefly to a super market to buy monthly necessities, after work in the office was completed. About shopping business like this, basically it is the duty of a woman, but does she want to tell women where? Hardinata also had no wife. Hm, buy online? Hardinata prefers to buy it on the spot directly. Hardinata is very selective when choosing vegetables. He had to make sure that the vegetables he bought later were fresh, and did not wither. “Hm, seger, not wither, the color is bright, still fast fitting held. Ok, you pass,“ Inner Hardinata when choosing sweet vegetables, and other vegetables like broccoli and cauliflower.

Hardinata arrived at the apartment full of groceries in her left and right hands. At the door; there Tristan stood; he was seen waiting for Hardinata's return. “Tristan?“ hardinata. Tristan turned his head, and fixed his hand that had been crossed in a d a d a. “What are you doing there?“ ask Hardinata. Hah, of course I wait for you, Har~ Why use asked everything, anyway? Hm, ngeselin, inner Tristan. “Please on you,“ Tristan. Hardinata bobbing head. He looks difficult when he wants to push the password of the apartment, because the groceries in hand. He wanted to put it on the floor; afraid later even scattering.

“Sini let me help you hold your groceries,“ said Tristan took the initiative. Hardinata also gave Tristan the groceries in his right hand, then entered the apartment password. When the door opened, they went inside. “You want to cook?“ tristan asked while putting groceries on the kitchen set table. “Hm,“ says Hardinata with deheman only. When he wants to tidy up his own groceries; Tristan also prevents it. “Let me neatin same cook. You sit down,“ said Tristan.

Hardinata looked at Tristan with a doubtful and petty look. Hm, can he cook that? Seen-see that no model can cook, deh?, inner Hardinata. Tristan laughed too. “Hardinata honourable~ Don't you dare underestimate me, I am a cook tau!“ tristan said confidently. Hardinata is still not sure. “Where if later even gosong? Acquaintance? A sweetness? Insipidness?“ hardinata cerca. “Trust me, ok?“ tristan said with a big smile while pushing Hardinata's back to get out of the kitchen set.

First of all; Tristan heats the oil, then saute the garlic and onion until fragrant. Second; he put the chili until it withers. Third; he put in broccoli, salt, pepper powder, and sugar. Tristan sauteed everything until the broccoli was cooked. Then he put the carrot, and stirred until flat. While waiting; Tristan beat the chicken part d a d a to flatten, after being given a squeeze of lime juice. Then, he marinated the chicken with a pinch of pepper, salt, and garlic powder.

Half an hour later; a plate of sauteed broccoli carrots, and two plates of chicken steak enoki sauce were ready. Hardinata. Ahem, he also cleared his throat. “Don't be happy first, it doesn't necessarily feel as good as plating,“ said Hardinata. Tristan smiled as he raised his eyebrows. “Cobain aja. You will definitely be addicted,“ said Tristan while removing the apron, and combing her hair with her fingers. Huft, Tristan sighed. “Where? Cute?“ tristan asked, then sat down next to Hardinata. This is more than delicious, exactly the food cake in the restaurant, Inner Hardinata.

“Ehem, great,“ says Hardinata. Tristan was satisfied after getting a positive response from Hardinata. Suddenly Hardinata wanted to ask Tristan something. “Tristan,“ murmured Hardinata, then turned to the side. “You're not tired of me mulu deketin? You know for yourself, I refuse you raw,“ said Hardinata as well as asking. “Ever heard the term while the yellow janur has not curved? As long as you don't have one, I'm free to tell you? Please reject me as you please, Har. Because I will never give up,“ said Tristan while looking at Hardinata right in both eyes. Hardinata and Tristan looked at each other. “Please help your face from me now, Har. I honestly can't bear not knowing you. Your lips make me opiate,“ said Tristan.

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