Teacher's Love Formulas

CHAPTER 11

On returning home from school, Fara deliberately slowed her walk down the classroom hallway. He felt very lazy to go home, because after he was at home, his life changed. Not to mention hearing his father's chat who always talked about Mr. Aslan. It was as if Mr. Aslan was the perfect man for him.

"You wait by the gate, I'm told to take you home."

Fara was a little surprised to hear that sentence that was near her ear, she turned her head, there was Mr. Aslan who walked not far from her. As Fara looked to the right and to the left, she was afraid that her friend would see it. He doesn't want to be gossiped with Mr. Aslan.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to" said Fara.

"Your father told you to. Your father can't pick you up."

"Well, I want to go home with Arsyad." Fara accelerated her footsteps ahead of Mr. Aslan, hoping Arsyad would still be in the parking lot at the time.

Mr. Aslan let out a long breath.

If it's not signed by a man's son, I also don't want to take him home. Very stubborn, not afraid to be scolded again with his father.

Mr. Aslan now also stepped foot into the parking lot.

Fara smiled looking at Arsyad who was still in the parking lot, she immediately approached him. "Thankfully you're still here. Take me home." Pinta Fara.

"Okay, I'm lucky I haven't been home. But I don't have a helmet for you. It's a bit muter, so don't get ticketed" said Arsyad, who has been wearing his helmet.

Fara nodded with a smile. "We're old muters, I'm also grinning."

After Fara climbed into the arms of Arsyad, Arsyad's motorbike immediately drove away from the parking lot. The hand that was originally on Arsyad's shoulder now went down to his waist and coiled around his abdomen. Fara further tightened her embrace because it had been a few days she could not go home with Arsyad.

And so is Arsyad. Several times he rubbed the hand that was coiled in his stomach. It felt like he still wanted to linger with Fara back then.

Suddenly Arsyad stopped his motorbike in front of a semi-finished building.

"Kok quit?" asked Fara while raising her head.

"We dated yuk first?" bring Arsyad. She looked at Fara with a smile. "When again, I go home with you. We take advantage of the opportunity."

Fara nodded then got off the Arsyad bike.

After pulling the bike off, he also got off the bike. The area in that place was indeed quite deserted. Arsyad deliberately chose a shortcut so as not to be ticketed by the police but it turns out that his desire for alone was the one who called him. It is the naughty of these two teenagers.

Arsyad invited Fara into the semi-finished building that was like a long time ago abandoned. They sat on a worn wooden chair.

Then Arsyad clasped Fara's hand tightly. "We'll take advantage of a minute. I don't want you to get yelled at again."

Fara just smiled. "I'm used to being scolded by Dad. We can't be alone at school, when else."

Arsyad rubbed Fara's cheek gently. "If I had been successful, I would have applied to you."

Fara laughed at once. "The idea is far away."

"Yes." Yeah."

Then they both fell silent.

"But if you're betrothed to your parents' choice, I can't do anything. I don't have the power to take you. If we're not a match, I wish you could be happy."

"Ar, don't tell me that. I want you to." Fara now rests her head on Arsyad's shoulder.

"Do you know who you're getting married to? He must have been successful and established. It's so far away compared to me."

Arsyad took off his arms. He looked at Fara's face. Without saying any more, he drew himself closer. I started to feel that sweet lips again. Then she me lu mat her gently.

Fara was not as strong as before, even now she had dared to wrap her hands around Arshad's neck.

Arsyad took off his pagutan for a moment. He stared at Fara's face so close to the beating heart that it was racing. For a while he forgot all the problems. They came back closer to each other, getting deeper into each and every puff and the more it sounded.

Outside, Aslan followed them. Even now he also stopped his car not far from the building. "Basic brat. Go to that empty building. Not afraid of being raided." Aslan had actually been eager to raid them. But he's holding it, considering it's outside of school. For 30 minutes, they didn't come out. It's been almost an hour now.

Suddenly, two people saw an Arsyad motorcycle.

"Well, what are they doing?" aslan's hunch is not good. He got out of the car and approached the two men.

"It's like a schoolboy's motorcycle, lest they're perverted inside. You see, here it's often made like teenagers" said one of them.

True to Aslan's guess. They both want to raid Arsyad and Fara. Aslan is getting closer. "Sorry sir, this is my brother's bike. It just so happens to be on strike" Aslan said looking for an excuse. "My sister was looking for a workshop nearby. The workshop near here where is sir?"

"It's not far from here. It was in front of the alley, near the red light." the two people stared at Aslan's appearance wearing teacher's uniform, then turned to Aslan's car, obviously they believed in Aslan.

"Yes, Sir. Thank ye. Let me wait for my sister to be here."

While inside, Fara and Arsyad who were wrestling with intimacy instantly moved away from each other. They clearly heard all the chatter. They seem to know that voice.

Fara tidied up her hair. They stood up and walked out of the building. They were now in sharp contact with Aslan.

Aslan slightly hardened his lower jaw. Moreover, his eyes were now fixed on one button on the uniform Fara open. "Fara, you're looking for your father. Now home!"

"Let me drive" said Arsyad.

Aslan let out a long breath. His emotions are overflowing. "You know what you've done is wrong! If you have just been raided by citizens, not only you have problems but also schools. You're still in your school uniform."

Arsyad was just speechless, yes, he knew, he was wrong.

"Fara, it's better that I take you home now" Aslan said. He pulls Fara's bag to get away from Arsyad.

Fara looked at Aslan for a moment then she turned to look at Arsyad. Should he go home with Aslan and leave Arsyad?

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Teacher vs student...

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Comments on this episode are a lot of blasphemy yes, forgive the author who is a former naughty teen like a boyfriend. 😂 This is based on the reality of High School children from ancient times until now, because the author graduated High School in 2010. There were a lot of bad teenagers, too.

Fara who ngeselin also I adjust as old as msh 18 years.

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This is only because then there will be consequences. What is bad should not be done.

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