Buket Hari Guru Novels & Stories

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."

"Stanley, are you out of your mind? Do you know what day it is today?! It's the day Hera gets promoted to associate professor! It's a glorious occasion! Why are you spoiling the mood? What is your problem? My daughter works so hard on her research for this promotion, and she can't even receive a bouquet of flowers?" I didn't look at her. My gaze was fixed firmly on Hera. Her beautiful face was filled with incredulous anger. "Over a bouquet of flowers? Seriously? Stanley, has jealousy made your heart so twisted? I was just putting some flowers my student gave me in a vase. Is that really a reason to act like this?" My father banged the table and glared at Hera with a silent authority. "Keep i

She couldn’t exactly respond by saying ‘fucking a 19-year-old’. “Tutoring.” “Also boring and not actually social. Okay well Tuesday then? 7pm” “Fine. Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know. Book somewhere. As long as it’s not crap.” “Great. See you on Tuesday at a not-crap-place.”