MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G

MY TEACHER TURNED OUT TO BE G 59

Hardinata seemed to be drifting in that deep gaze. Somehow he seemed unable to make his own body move from there. “Har, I told you, palingin your face, because I can not guarantee if I can take care of myself,“ Tristan said giving a warning once again. It was unexpected; hardinata was still frozen while looking at Tristan. Tristan stroked Hardinata's cheek gently. Then, he tilted his head to the left slightly. He put his lips on Hardinata's lips with his eyes closed. He kissed the lips gently up and down alternately.

Hardinata clasped the glass she was holding while closing her eyes slowly. He tried to feel how soft Tristan's lips were on his lips. This was the first time they had kissed without the slightest coercion. Unlike the previous—which where Tristan always stole the opportunity to be able to kiss to snatch the throne Hardinata. “Mmph,“ Hardinata murmured as Tristan's tongue began to sweep his oral cavity slowly.

The Nugraha family was gathering at the dinner table; breakfast together. It's Saturday, and Daffin plans to stay home all day. Wait there is a plan first, then he went out for a walk. “Daff? Wh why? Not good, huh?“ olivia asked; when she saw Daffin, she looked uninspired. She eats very slowly; unlike usual—which is where she always eats quickly. Only half a cent of rice. But, to spend it as if it takes a very long time. “Uhm? It's delicious ma. Very nice even,“ sahut Daffin.

Daffin is not doing well, Inner Nugraha. Chris and Daffin separated. Thinking Daffin will be fine after the divorce, it turns out he is getting worse. Nugraha sighed. “Daffin? If you have a problem, you can tell the same story papa,“ said Nugraha. “Pa, according to papa, what's wrong if I miss Mas Chris?“ daffin. Nugraha. “Don't you mention her name again, Daffin,“ said Nugraha looking furious. As parents—who raised Daffin alone; Nugraha never hurt Daffin at all. Although Chris? Who would he dare to hurt Daffin, to make Daffin's body blue-blue?

“Daff, Chris cake person, not pantes for you kangenin,“ timpal Olivia. Daffin swallowed his hard-earned saliva. “But I miss Mas Chris, pa, ma,“ said Daffin. It was very clear from Daffin's face, that he missed Chris so much. “Daffin, you abisin your food, trus directly to the room. If you want to go out, tell Dimas nganterin you,“ said Nugraha final. After deciding to split up; chris's name in this house became taboo to be called. Nugraha will definitely quickly get emotional.

Even in the room; Daffin did not know what to do. He had already consumed two cigarettes. And this is the third rod. The windows of the house are wide open. Daffin could have run away, and gone wherever he wanted. But, this leg felt very heavy to step on. Hah, Daffin sighed for the second time. Daffin also casually open social media instagram, then turn on the live broadcast. He did not speak a word, and chose to speak a thousand languages while reading comments from loyal fans. He picked up a guitar and sat down in a chair.

Daffin started strumming guitars. He sang a song called Lonely from SISTAR. “Baby lonely lonely ireohge kkeuching guni, wae ireoni neo jakku naman honjaseo tto oeroun geoni—Have we ended? Wh why? Again you make me lonely,“ Daffin is singing the ref part. It has also become a pros cons among fans. Some consider Daffin to have broken up with his male lover. Some consider Daffin to be a social climber, because there is a new advertising project or film. And some support Daffin, so he can be more patient, no matter what.

Across there; in his own apartment; Chris was watching a live Daffin in the study. Daffin looks thinner than before. He also smokes. Look at the pile of cigarette ash on the ashtray that's on that table. When viewed from the cigarette butts that are there, it seems like about two to three sticks have been spent Daffin. After the cigarette he was holding had run out, he lit a new cigarette again, and it was the fourth stick. Chris closed his eyes while clenching his hands. Daffin can smoke that much, Chris could. Because of Chris; Daffin is a passive smoker, not an active smoker.

Daffin no longer knows what to do so that he can vent all the anger in himself. Every day he was like a madman doing this and it was relentless, starting from gym every day, doing a strict diet, follow several bimbels with different fields to hone your skills in yourself. He also took acting classes. Is correct. Daffins barely have time to rest. He went home with the assistant about ten o'clock in the evening and up every day.

Nugraha and Olivia also did not dare to reprimand Daffin not to be self-deprecating. According to Nugraha, just let Daffin vent out all what is happening in life in his own way. As long as it is a positive thing, then as a parent, neither Nugraha nor Olivia need to worry. Three months have passed since the breakup. During that time also Daffin has a very big change—, especially on the physical. He looks more proportionate and athletic. Look at the muscles in his stomach that are almost perfectly formed; signify his efforts for a sports diet is not in vain.

But, there are two more things that changed from Daffin, namely he rarely smiled and could not escape from cigarettes. Just imagine, he could spend a pack of cigarettes in two days. “Huft,“ Daffin exhales cigarette smoke from mouth. This time for the purposes of shooting with the concept of bad men. Everyone knows that Daffin is a same-sex man. But, with all the charm he had, he was able to turn things around, and make everyone give his love to him.

“Good job,“ said the photographer gave a thumbs up to Daffin. “Can you smile a little bit, anyway? Hm? Now a smile is very expensive, yes?“ said Daru sarcasm. Daffin also snorted while touching Daru's shoulder. “Not your business,“ says Daffin cold. Make no mistake; they are indeed true friends—pun also rivals in the world of work. It seems hostile, but it is actually loving and loving each other as friends. Haha funny, isn't it?

Today coincides with the even semester exam. Daffin got off the car. It also became the center of attention. Moreover, he was still wearing a costume during the photo shoot, which was a black shirt, black blazer, and oversize— cloth pants that looked like a culott. Daffin's hairstyle also changed with the 80s highlight model. The bangs are deliberately left messy, but still look neat. He sat next to Juan and Naila as usual. “Oh~ I feel like a very honorable person, gegara there is a top artist sitting next to me,“ said Juan looking at Daffin from toe to toe.

A lecturer entered the room as a supervisor on the exam today. It's Chris. After months, Chris and Daffin finally met face to face today. Daffin stared straight at Chris barely blinking at all. Cold hot daffin. He's really very nervous. “Kumpulin hp you forward,“ said Chris cold and full of emphasis. Daffin still doesn't seem to wake up. He kept staring at Chris. Juan and Naila looked at each other. But, why is Chris's right eye a little weird, huh? Lack of focus on either the former incision, inner Daffin.

When all the students started to work on the exam. Chris walked around each table; trying to look around; maybe someone cheated. Daffin lowered his head as Chris was right in front of him. Daffin did not dare to raise his head in the slightest. “Naila? The focus,“ said Chris reprimanded. Chris stood in front of Daffin's desk, casting his gaze across the classroom. “Inget, don't try cheating. If my knowledge you guys cheat, I love F later,“ said Chris warned.

Chris also looked at Daffin— who was concentrating on doing the exam. It felt like this self reached out; wiping the mane of the hair. Daffin, mas kangen you dear, inner Chris. An hour and a half later; the entire student gathered the answer sheet forward, then exited the class. And the last person to collect it was Daffin. Daffin did not dare to look at Chris directly, so he put his answer sheet just like that on the table. “Daffin, how are you doing now?“ ask Chris.

Oh my God, that's Chris' voice, Daffin's inner self. The voice he so desperately missed. “Good,“ said Daffin briefly held back tears without looking back at all. Then, without babibu he was out of class. Chris could only look at Daffin's back from here. Wait, dear mas will pick you up again, please wait, Chris' mind is full of determination and confidence. Chris also tidied up his belongings, and immediately brought to the office. “Pak? May I help bawain?“ one of the beautiful students. “Bby,“ says Chris. From a distance; Daffin sees how Chris smiles sweetly at the student. Uh, hot Daffin liver.

The sound of classical music echoed throughout the bar room; making the mood for anyone who heard it better. Unlike the club which is full of noise and dance floor. There is also a dance floor. But, it is commonly used for dancing only, not dancing indistinctly to there and here. Everyone comes with different backgrounds: some are because of heartache, bankruptcy, failed exams, or family problems for example?

“Damn you son of a bitch! Because of you I digosipin one office!“ tia said furiously. Why else is this kid, anyway? My feelings never cause trouble, do you?, Juan. “Sorry about your Pina Colada, sir,“ Juan told the customer. He went out from where he was standing, and faced Tia. “Lu the son of a bitch, damn!“ juan said coldly and furiously. Tia grunting. He felt really humiliated. “Heh, gentlemen, all mothers, do not want to be fooled by this one bartender! He's dirty! Same-sex lovers! She made my mom and my dad!“ tia said in a disdainful tone.

Juan was confused as to how to handle this Tia. Heh, rock bottom, Juan's inner. If Juan was that lofty; maybe he'd already shown these old photos of Tia's mother to everyone. But, if he really does that, it means he is just as low as Tia. A tall man and athletic— and wearing glasses and gray hair came. He is Lukman, the owner of this bar. “Juan, you go back to your own table,“ said Lukman coldly. Juan returned as per instructions from Lukman.

“Sorry for the inconvenience of all. And as my apology today, all drinks and food are free,“ Lukman said. Then, he looked at Tia with a murderous and intimidating look. “Sorry, if I'm presumptuous, ma'am? All the bartenders and staff who work in this bar are clean. Before they are accepted here, I demand that they tell their personal lives to the root, because I do not want to just because their life background is messy, even making my bar reputation ugly, he said,“ says Lukman.

“Well, that's you know yourself? He ruined my family, sir!“ tia Kekeh told Juan. “Sorry once again, ma'am. Don't you know? If your mother cheated on you? Though still valid wife status?“ lukman said that made Tia fall apart. “Ta-but mama is just khilaf. My mom apologized and tried to make a defense. But, what? The Juan who has ruined everything.“ said Tia Emotion. Lukman smiled in a slant. “Arby, get him out of here,“ said Lukman commanding, Arby, the bar keeper to drag Tia out of here. “Leasin! Leasin!“ tia rebelled. Lukman breathed.

“Ju,“ exclaims Lukman while touching Juan's shoulder, then squeezes it firmly. “Today I lost big just because of your nolongin. So, instead, you should make five new cocktail and mocktail recipes. Inget 2X24 hours must be so,“ said Lukman—pun directly darted into his own room. Think of the boss as a mosquito, too. Eh? Five recipes within 2X24 hours?, inner Juan gawking. He was just aware of the five new drink recipes. Huft, overtime again me, muttered Juan complaining.

Gilang and James arrive at the apartment. However, there was one thing— that made them astonished. There was a mysterious package at the door. “That's your package, Jim?“ ask Gilang. “Not,“ says James. Gilang also took the package. After he got into the apartment, and sat down on the sofa. He tried to open it, and looked at the contents of the package. Bilang's forehead immediately wrinkled. The contents of the box are photos of Cindy. “Call? You why?“ ask James. When I saw Gilang like I was in shock.

“It.. Photos Cindy,“ sahut Gilang swallow. Who sent this weird package here? Especially there is one photo of Cindy and herself classified, and on the back there is the inscription 'wait balesan from me'— written with red lipstick. James immediately snatched the photos from Gilang's hands. James furious. Who would have dared to send this kind of terror?, James' inner wringing of the photo. “Mistake, don't think too much. Send it all to me. Let me take care of it,“ said James.

Across there. A man stood in front of the mirror confidently while smiling obliquely. He looked at his reflection in the mirror while fixing the collar of the shirt. “Wait for balesan from me as soon as possible Gilang, James, Chris, and Daffin,“ he said hatefully. Call him Galih. Get ready to go somewhere. Hah, it is not in vain I stop to lecture for glow up, cih!, Inner Galih.

From that moment Gilang thought hard; thinking about who the person who had sent him the strange package. Gilang pinched his temple which began to pulsate. “Call? Relax, pray two rakaat,“ said James gave advice. James is a convert. But, that does not mean he lacks religious knowledge, even though his understanding is not that deep. James has heard a talk on youtube. There it is said that one way to calm the heart restless, angry, and hurt is by praying two rakaat.

After the completion of the sunnah prayer two rakaat; Gilang and James sat on the bed while on their backs on the headboard. James called some people to investigate—what happened in the apartment this afternoon. “Most one week dear new news. You don't have much of a thought, do you? Believe everything is the same I, pray a lot so that people can meet,“ said James. “Hm,“ said Gilang with deheman alone while nodding his head.

Missy looks stupid and doesn't care much. “Hm? How's hm? This is anceman?“ cerca James, it can not be denied, if he was also worried and worried about the safety of Gilang, the wife. Suddenly Gilang looked straight ahead with a serious and sharp gaze. “The color of the culprit must be the deket man. She accidentally hooked me and sent Cindy a picture. That means he won't just attack me like you. But, Chris was the same Daffin as well. And you know what? This is Ampe to Chris' ear. He can give you more cruel calculations than you, Jim. Anyway horrified,“ said Gilang.

“Don't tell me he can kill people too?“ james is prejudiced. Silent people like Chris, it turns out to be more dangerous, huh?, inner James. Gilang. He fell down while hugging James by wrapping his hands in James' stomach. He raised his head while looking at the husband. “Bukan~ He never killed anyone~ The point is so cool. Ntar you know yourself,“ said Gilang. They are getting ready to go to sleep immediately. Cup. James pecked at Gilang's head. This is one of the rituals he does before going to bed. “Eh, the fur under you have shaved dear?“ james asked frontal. Kontan Gilang also pinched p i n g u l James, to make James complain.

A moment later; even James was laughing out loud. Of course Gilang can be that thick to him. Because what? Because when bathing together this afternoon; James was the one who shaved the feathers on the hero Gilang lush like the Amazon forest. “Hm? The darling? How about m a d u again? Excite the cake,“ said James. Last time I was on holiday in Italy? It was also stolen free time in the office. It's been almost a year of marriage; just one vacation? Hm, often to the nearest tourist destination aja, anyway, inner James. “Omdo you, Jim. I used to ask for a vacation, you new old huh? It's hard to ask for forgiveness, and now want to spend another month? Your work schedule is just padet, sok-sokan want a vacation,“ said Gilang menohok.

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