Oh My Teacher's

Have dinner.

With gontai Ivan entered his studio apartment, threw his body on the sofa and began massaging his forehead.

He hadn't played basketball in a long time until he forgot about time. Honestly Ivan feels a little guilty to Vin-vin for making him wait that long.

"I should've taken her to lunch! he must be hungry until the afternoon just drinking ice." muttered Ivan.

"Why am I even thinking about that kid!" Ivan grabbed her hair in annoyance.

"His fault is following me, right?!"

Ivan woke up from his sleep, "tomorrow I'll take him to lunch..."

Ivan closed his eyes, "why did I even make plans!! agh!!!" Ivan is increasingly upset with himself because it turns out the shadows Vin-vin does not want to disappear from his mind.

"It could be crazy!" he shouted while getting up from his seat and then ran towards the bathroom.

He wanted to take a bath, flushed his head in a shower, and hoped that the shadow of his sweet disciple would disappear from his memory.

After pounding his head for more than half an hour, Ivan decided to stop. He grabbed a hanging white towel and started rubbing his wet hair, put on his black bathrobe and went back to sitting on the sofa.

'Click.'

Ivan hears the notification on his phone, and picks it up to see who sent him the message. Dion would not want to ask him out again. But actually Ivan did want to go out and look for air in the fresh, hangout in the cafe, listening to live music might make him relax and forget his cute student.

"Whose number is this?" what appears on the screen of his phone is only a series of foreign numbers, not yet listed there.

Ivan opened the incoming message earlier and snorted in annoyance. "He again!" he grumbled while throwing his cell phone carelessly on the sofa.

'Click! click"

Ivan took a quick glance at it, then tried to ignore the short messages that came in.

'Tlilit. tlilit....'

"Ck!" Ivan still refused to take his phone, even though it had been ringing for so long.

'Tlilitylite.. tlilit..."

"This boy!!!" Finally Ivan gave up, he took his phone. "Video call again!" he growled while pressing his thumb on the green circle.

"Sir.kok not in ang.." Vin-vin's screams echoed throughout Ivan's modest apartment room.

"Sir Ivan... ****..." whispered Vin-vin, his face filled almost the entire screen of Ivan's phone.

Ivan hastily closes his video call connection, he forgets that he has just taken a bath and is still wearing his bathrobe, and there is a towel still stuck to his head.

"Damn!" his gerrick.

In a hurry Ivan called back, but this time it was just a voice call, he was afraid that the reckless boy was calling the video again.

"Cock on matiin sir?" ask Vin-vin from across the street. Ivan did not take long, because his call was immediately raised in the first ring. This student is truly amazing.

"I just took a shower, it was not good to see" replied Ivan briefly.

"Who said? it's so good to see it. Very handsome sir.The skin of Mr. Ivan is very clean, white...."

"Ehm! Vin! what is necessary? it's the night I want to eat." Ivan hastily stopped Vin-vin's increasingly slurred speech.

"Sir Ivan wants to eat? eat where? I'm temenin."

"I'm tired of eating at home."

"You want to cook yourself? or want a delivery?"

Ivan thought for a moment, fearing that his answer would lead to an unexpected plan in the head of his pupil, "cook, I want to cook for myself" he said.

"Well, Mr Ivan can cook for himself?"

"If you only make instant noodles, you can."

"Don't dong! instant noodle meal time. What's in the fridge? any telor? a leek? a carrot? a tomato? cheese?" ask Vin-vin.

"You think my kitchen is a minimarket?!"

"Hehe...What's wrong?"

"A little while, I'll take a look..." Ivan got up from his seat and walked towards his mini pantry, opened the fridge and saw the contents.

There's only mineral water and eggs in there. Ivan rarely shop for kitchen needs, too complicated. Usually he will eat out or order through online services.

"What!!! Iha keep going to eat what dong?"

"I can make instant noodles mixed with eggs. Beres right?" ivan said while taking two eggs from his fridge.

"Oh! there's one sachet of cornet, but two months left..." Ivan checked his food supplies again.

"Geez!" Vin-vin looks upset, read from his high tone.

"It makes martabak! use instant noodles, eggs and cornets, rather than cooked and thrown away for free."

"Kok, so you're the sewot?!"

"I'm the same as Ivan!"

"Here you go, I want to make instant noodles first."

"Bikin martabak sir!"

"I can't make Vin-vin!!" ivan was angry for a long time.

"Let me teach you first cook the noodles as usual.."

"Hmmm..." Ivan begins to follow the cooking steps Vin-vin says. She turns on the loudspeaker and puts her phone on top of the fridge, thus making a melodious Vin-vin sound echo in her small apartment space.

Eh, wait? melodious? since when did Ivan consider Vin-vin's voice melodious.

"After that, mix the eggs and cornets, seasoning noodles and stir..."

Ivan, inexplicably, became so obedient to this one student.

"Where? was she?" ask Vin-vin curiously.

"Have... the shape so it looks like a pizza huh?"

"Try the photo.." Vin-vin's ink.

Ivan again according to.

"Try onion, it'll be better."

Ivan cut out a little of the food he had just made and put it in his mouth, "ehmm. This is delicious Vin," he said in disbelief.

"Who, Vin-vin who loves recipes, it must be delicious..."

Ivan smiled, then he carried his homemade martabak onto the sofa and started devouring it.

"Do you like cooking?"

"Yes, I want to be a chef like Papah Kevin."

"The famous Chef Kevin is really your Papah?" ivan asked as he continued to devour his food.

"Yes, I want to be a chef so I often help at the cafe. When will Mr Ivan go to Cafe Papah? we'll meet there again."

"When I go there, I'll tell you..."

"Almost every night I'm there."

"Hmmm.."

"Had eaten him?"

"A little while more." Finally the last mouth went into Ivan's mouth and his stomach immediately felt full. He also smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you Vin, it helped me make dinner. I didn't think that if you turned out to be smart to cook, I thought you were a spoiled and selfish child who likes to force your desires..."

"Zzzz..."

"Vin?"

"Zzzz.. zzzz.."

"Vincia?!"

"....."

Ivan laughed softly at the soft snoring from his phone, "this is a child even molested.." he was anxious.