My Dear Teacher
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Until the afternoon, the atmosphere in the rented was still quiet. Everyone was silent, busy with their own thoughts. Because he could not stand it, Damar finally decided to leave the house. He wanted to meet someone he thought could help him solve the problem. With an old motorbike, Damar drove towards one of the city's elite housing estates.

A minimalist European-style house, it is no stranger to Damar. Even if he only came here a few times. Usually, it is when his mother is forced. Or if there is a big event and usually he will be forced by the host must come.

That house is the house of Bu Bintang, the principal of his school. But what Damar will meet is his daughter, Rana. Not far from the house, Damar sent a message to his old friend. It didn't take long, the pretty girl came out. His face was so bright despite looking exhausted.

"I'm a nuisance, right?" Ask Damar, pleasantries.

"No. I told you, whenever you want to come here. My door is always open for you, Mar. But by the way, what's the matter why are you suddenly nongol? Usually invited to play here is very difficult." answered Rana.

"Hmm, that, I want to ask Ran for help. May it?"

"Solicit what please? You don't get punished in school anymore, do you?"

"What a fact you are right!"

"Duhh Damar Damar. Why are you again? Stupido? Not thinking about PR? Brawl or what?"

"Not Ran, but I shot Miss Dita."

"What's? Shoot Dita's Mom? Meanin?"

"Yep, I expressed love to Ms. Dita and to be with your Mama. And I was punished. Actually, I have no problem getting punished, which is the problem, Ms. Dita. I can't bear that he also got his sap."

"Mar ..." Rana's face changed, her smile was gone, especially when she convinced him if it was just a joke, but when she saw Damar's serious look, Rana's heart was instantly shattered. The love that he had been nurturing all this time turned out to have to clap one hand. Damar doesn't like it, Damar loves his teacher.Rana desperately wants to cry, but he tries to hold her back. Rana loves Damar so much, the man is one of the reasons why he tried to survive with the pain he suffered. Then if this is how it should be?

"Ran, you're beating me up, aren't you? You want to help me?" ask Damar.

"What can I do for you, Mar?" Rana asked back. The girl still forced a smile despite her faint lips.

"Please talk to your mother so that Ms. Dita's sentence is canceled."

"But Mar,"

"Please Ran, you can. Your mom must have listened to you. Yes yes yes." Damar pleaded, and of course his attitude made Rana melt.

"Hmmm, okay. I'll try."

"Don't just try RAN, but it should work!"

"alright. But what do I get?"

"Hmmm, what is it? What can I give you? You know Ran, my mom's just a laundry worker, doesn't have much money. You already have everything. Your mother has met all your needs."

"Isss, who's asking for a gift. I want to marry you, Mar."

"Mom Dita is your lover, but the marriage will be the same as me."

"Haha. Yes yes yes. Alright. But don't forget to talk to your mother. I'm waiting for the good news!" Damar immediately jumped on his motorbike. Without any burden he drove off Rana. The promise to marry the girl was certainly just an empty promise that he considered a joke because Damar did not know how Rana really felt about her. He considers the girl as his friend, his beloved childhood friend like his own younger brother.

***

Danar is in front of his mother. After handing over Bu Dita's business to Rana, now is the time to solve the problem with his mother.

"Mother is still angry with Damar?" tanyakanya.

There's no answer. Her mother pretended to be busy sewing.

"Bun, Damar wants to talk seriously with Mother." Damar, despite his age is no longer young, but to his mother he can always be spoiled.

"What else, Mar? Since when are you serious. You've always been fooling around."

"Sorry Damar, Bun. Damar wants to get married."

"Astagfirullah Damar!" Bu Anis' reflex hit Damar with a cloth in his hand. He's getting pissed at his son."

"Duh duh, Mother. Why mukul Damar, it hurts."

"You are yes. When can I be serious? When you are truly being nice. He said he wanted to be serious, but still messing around. You really let Mommy down, Mar. You're an adult, don't act like one anymore. Can it be Mar?"

"Sorry Damar, Bun. Damar regretted because it had made Mother disappointed. Damar won't play games anymore. Damar seriously Bun, Damar wants to get married."

"Who is Damar married to? You haven't graduated school. What the hell do you want, Mar? Want to increase the burden on your mother? You see your sisters, Mar. They also need a large fee, especially Nanda who wants to continue medical school. You know the cost is not small. Then you still want to mess around, Mar? Mother does not ask you to cope with everything, just ask you not to increase the burden of mother with your actions."

"Bun, Damar's serious. Damar wants to get married."

"The room, marriage is not a toy. So you don't just talk."

"Yes, Damar is not just any Bun, Damar is very serious even!"

"Who is Damar? Don't tell your teacher that. Does he have a problem that you haven't graduated from school? Is your teacher any problem, why he wants to marry his own student. It's really weird these days. Usually, students respect their teachers because the teacher guards their honor. Mother really doesn't think out."

"Bu Dita isn't weird, Bun. Ms. Dita has not answered Damar's proposal. Damar wants to see his parents. Well before advancing Damar want to ask for Mother's blessing first so that what Damar did succeeded!"

"Astagfirullah, it's up to you Mar. Mother has given up on you. If you really want to get married please, but before you have to graduate and have an established job first because Mother does not want to later bear the burden of your household. Mother is tired, Mar. After all, you still have three sisters who are still the responsibility of Mother. Hear it!" obviously it was Ms. Anis who was at a loss for words.

"Yesss, ready Mother. What is important Mother Ridha. Damar would be good." lightly, without feeling guilty even a little Danar waltzed into the next room where he rested with Sigit, his only puppet brother. Not forgetting he whistled, humming his heart that was happy because he felt he had succeeded one step, just a few more steps to become a lover of Bu Dita.